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328. Immersion 2019: Take it to 11

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I wish I hadn’t taken the break from posting.  I find it difficult to post about something that is “old news” to me.  I enjoy writing “in the moment” where I am still in awe of what happened or still trying to reconcile what it all means.   By now my Immersion is like, “Yep, that happened, no biggie.”

I’ll at least give you the Cliff Notes.  Are those even still around?  Am I showing my age, which, by the way, is now 50!   Yep!  And that’s good cause for an old-fashion Jenny rant about reflecting on life, aging, and a host of other mid-life issues.  As much as I know you would prefer a rant, I am instead going to indulge myself and write about kink.  Yeah, I know, boring, right?  Don’t worry, (I know you are worried).  I’ll rant some other time.

As I mentioned in my prior post, we once again held our annual Immersion, where we take a headfirst dive into exploring our sexual and kinky boundaries (emphasis on the “head” in headfirst, hee-hee).    This was our fourth such “Immersion” which this year we themed, “Take it to 11.”

MISTER AND NURSE ANN
Mister and Nurse Ann joined us for an afternoon like they did last year. We stayed in touch with them since last year.  They’ve been over to our house a few times as well as over to John and Donna’s.  We got to know them well enough that Nurse Ann even made a few visits to our house by herself just to breastfeed Kayla.

BTW, it’s been about a year since Kayla seriously explored age play.   I believe I wrote somewhere that over time she progressed, or sort of “aged-up” from a near infant-like play to more toddler.  She continued that progression and most play puts her about 5 years old.  She will still jump around a bit, and clearly, the breastfeeding is more infant- like.  I won’t re-hash this topic since I covered it in last years Immersion post, 274. Got Milk(ing)? Immersion 2018.  It was pretty much a repeat of that.

Oh, so you can mark your scorecard, yes, it included us having sex with Mister. hee-hee.

TAKE IT TO 11
Our “Take it to 11” activities were the “new ground” that we wanted to experiment with during Immersion 2019.   It involved a variety of things, most notably more Master/slave exploring, more BDSM, and the most daring one for us, playing around with “Consensual non-consent.”

MASTER/slave Exploring
There was some of what we’ve done before.  Again, you can refer to last year’s post for that stuff.   Orgasm denial was something new.  Not that any of us are against it, it just never resonated as something we wanted to explore, until now.

It is its own unique form of torture and pleasure.  Being on edge for four hours is as painful as it is pleasurable.  And when I was allowed to release, let’s just say it was intense.  Intense enough that I emptied my bladder as well.  I’d love to say it was because it was THAT intense of an orgasm, but perhaps I’m getting a bit incontinent in my advancing age.  I digress.

Honestly, I would chalk it up to it being THAT intense.  I was verbally louder than I’ve ever been, I shook more than usual, got lightheaded, and yeah, spilled the pee as well! The aftershocks went on for about ten minutes.

Kayla had a harder time with denial.  She’s always been very orgasmic and can orgasm without being touched.  She often orgasms just from giving head.  Mike had to really back off on the stimulation with her and she came many times without permission and was punished accordingly.

I guess since I sort of “mastered” the course, Mike isn’t that interested in adding this to our routine.  That’s fine with me.  It was fun but not something I crave.   Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Kayla, this is something she will be repeating (and already has).

I got an email from someone recently who follows this blog that wrote of essentially “orgasm training” where, like Pavlov’s dog, he trained his wife or girlfriend to be able to cum on demand by using the sound of his voice.  I mentioned this to Mike and he had this grin like, “That’s it, that’s what I’ll work on with Kayla!”   Sorry, Kayla.  Or maybe not.  I think she’s going to enjoy it.

Another M/s type things we did that was new was . . . I am not sure how to best describe it. . . we spoke poorly of ourselves?   Basically, that we were nothing more than objects for Mike’s pleasure and expressed no will of our own other than to serve him, be his slave, his cunts, his whores.   Yeah, we did that.

Like a lot of things we do during Immersion, I can do it knowing it is part of exploring and likely for a limited time.  It’s not my thing and isn’t going to become my thing – not that there’s anything wrong with it if it’s your thing.  Honestly, I had a hard time doing it without laughing at times because it just seemed silly to me.  Clearly, I didn’t connect to that on a submissive level.  More power to you if it connects with you.

Kayla likes the “deeper/darker” stuff more than I do, but she didn’t particularly like the self-degradation or degradation from Mike.  She loves to serve Mike and be under his authority, but she thrives with the “warm stuff.”  She loves the hugs, the “good girl” and all the affirmations that Mike regularly gives her.

MORE BDSMRope.  Lots of rope.  
Mike researched Shibari, (and as he learned, more correctly known as Kinbaku), which are Japanese rope tying techniques.  He was anxious to apply his research.  BTW, here’s some info he liked about the type of rope of use.

There are all sorts of tips and safety measures you should learn about.  Just search Shibari and you can find the details.  I won’t go into them here.

I don’t particularly like being suspended or restrained beyond just my hands tied.  Although I liked the breast bondage stuff.  Shibari seemed like an awful lot of work and time for minimal pleasure.  I guess I am just not rope-bunny material.

Mike enjoyed the challenge of figuring out the various ties but admitted that in the end, he wasn’t that turned on sexually.   Kayla loves to be restrained but said she is good with the handcuffs, bed restraints, and spreader bars we already use.  Maybe it just requires more practice or we went about it the wrong way?  Any thoughts out there?

MORE BDSM – Wax on.  Wax off.
We also spent several hours in wax play.  We did this with some of our guests, which I will write more about later.   While we’ve done a little wax play here and there, we did a lot of wax play during Immersion.  Practically several full-body waxings as well as playing with different types of wax of different temperatures.

We all enjoyed it and have always enjoyed it when we’ve dabbled in it.  Frankly, for whatever reason, it’s more of a social thing for us.  We’ve done it many times with John and Donna, but rarely as part of play between the three of us.   I’m sure that’s normal whenever a bunch of friends get together.  “Hey, let’s all get naked and pour wax on each other!”   Well, normal for us anyway.

CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT & PLAYING WITH OTHERS
These two topics overlap because our “ConNonCon” also included playing with others.
As this post is long enough, I’ll cover those last two parts of our Immersion in another post.   Here’s a hint though.  It includes a lot of sex.   Surprised?   No?   What kind of person do you think I am?   Oh… that kind?   Well, okay, you’re right.

Next: 329. More Immersion 2019: Playing with Friends

317. Contrast on a theme of sexual aesthetics

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Look at me!  Two posts in two days!

Not sure why I chose this image.  I believe the ridiculousness of it spoke to me and summed up a theme of this post.  “To each their own” as it pertains to what turns you on, even if it is a clown in a bathroom with a pretty woman and massive stacks of Benjamins.   Now that’s a unique fetish!

This post is a bit weird, but I am in a weird mood.

TURN IT TO 11
Full disclosure — All 11 of us have yet to get together at the same time.  There always seems to be a couple or two that can’t make it on any particular gathering, but I am sure it will happen at some point.   Hey, football season is right around the corner! 

Speaking of sex, we actually have dialed down our sex lives a tad.  It’s definitely been at 11 since about the start of this year (not as in 11 people, but as, dialed up to 11.  Just click the “been at 11” link).  Maybe that’s why I haven’t been posting as much.  I am exhausted.  hee-hee.   We’ve explored some new sexual terrain in the last five months.   We played with some other couples that we met at a swingers club.

It was interesting and different than some of the FetLife connections we made in the past.   While I am sure our experiences are unique to the specific groups of people with whom we met, I wonder if our observations could be consistently applied across the board?   I hate labels as they are always incomplete and full of exceptions.  But they do help ground us and convey what we are thinking.   So here it goes.

TO FET OR TO SWING? THAT IS THE QUESTION
I think Tofet Ortoswing would be a cool name of a character.  What nationality does that sound most like?   Is that a male name or female?   I digress.

We felt the swingers club was a more sophisticated and conservative group.  I don’t mean that in a political sense, although come to think of it, that could be a part of it.  It felt a bit more upscale, sophisticated, and at times, even fake.   Whereas FetLife functions were more blue-collar, more casual, more real.

I guess women in cupless leather bustiers and men with no underwear and crotchless pants lend themselves to a more raw aesthetic than women in a dress with a hint of cleavage and men in kakis and a blazer.

Maybe fake is a bit too harsh of a word.  I struggle to articulate it.  There was nothing fake about the sex and swapping.  Subdued?  A bit methodical, bordering on play-acting or pretending?   A bit more rehearsed!  Yes, that’s getting closer to describing it.  The Swing club seemed to have unspoke protocols that no one could articulate, but everyone knew existed.  A level of politeness and formality.    That’s it!  Subdued, polite, formal. 

Contrast that with our FetLife gatherings.  Spontaneous, authentic, and free-flowing.   No rules other than respect everyone’s likes and dislikes and the way you found out what they liked or didn’t like is this trick called “asking.”  You just put it all out there, nothing is unspoken.  Sharing what’s on your mind can come across noisy, impolite, and informal.

RESPECT!
I respect both vibes and enjoyed both of them.  It makes sense that they would be different.

Just think about what draws people to each of those scenes.   FetLife is simply more fetish related.  After all, it is Fetlife.   And the ranges of fetishes are immense and very diverse.  Gatherings are about exploring and enjoying not just your particular fetish, but in observing all the other kinky shit that is out there.  It makes you feel normal and more confident about your fetishes because as we all know, everyone’s kink is disgusting, except your own.

Swingers tend to be more singularly focused on one fetish – swapping.  And the swapping seems to be more straight sex.   Missionary.  Doggie.  Oral.  Yes, exceptions exist, but that sums up about 90% of it.  The variable is mostly limited to whether you watch your partner or do you swing separately?   By the way, I am not complaining nor dissing the Swing-scene.  There is a huge thrill in swinging and we thoroughly enjoyed it.  I am just trying to articulate the differences all three of us felt.

Oh, and we were also a bit odd in that “we” were three.   It made us a bit of the “freaks” with the Swingers.  Not in an uncomfortable way, although I assume some people could have been made to feel uncomfortable with that vibe.  Not us.  We reveled in it.  And it led to a lot of fun!  A lot of wives and girlfriends playfully joking with their partners, “Hey, no fair, this swap is a two for one and I am just getting the one.”   Swapping humor!

TURN IT DOWN A NOTCH OR TWO, (BUT NOT THREE)
After several months at “11,” Mike called for us to cool it down a bit.  He felt we were getting a bit sex-crazed, and he was right.  It was feeling a bit like an addiction.

We were all looking forward to our next adventure, but that anticipation was more than just a craving, it was becoming a “can’t live without it” lusting.  While all three of us had it, Kayla really had it the worst, but none of us were immune.  Mike noticed a decrease in our level of tolerance for everyday things and towards each other.  We were all a bit more irritable and both mine and Kayla’s bottoms became clear evidence of the consequences of that irritability.

While perhaps it wasn’t related to a sex-seeking frenzy, once Mike said something about it, it resonated as true to all of us.  We recognized it and agreed we were becoming very focused on when our next play session would be with anyone other than our Circle of Trust (COT).   The result was Mike has put a moratorium on any activities outside our COT.

As evidence that perhaps we had gone a bit crazy, there was a bit of feeling of withdrawal.  A feeling of anxiety and insomnia where your mind thinks of the amazing sex you are missing.  Luckily, that could be quickly remedied by a convenient antidote.  We would just have amazing sex together!

PORN AS AN AID
What also helped us was more role play between the three of us.  I mentioned a few posts back that we got an account on bdsmlr.com.  The three of us use it by logging in and making comments on the pics or gifs – snarky ones, suggestive ones, playful ones, nasty ones, you name it.  Some of it based on reality, some of it fantasy.   A little playground for us to use our imagination and share dirty thoughts.   

We each try to log in each day to see what comments the other two have made and to add more of our own.   We are Funsome Threesome if you want to see what it’s all about.   I caution you, bdsmlr.com is a bit raw and crude.  Misogyny and patriarchy reign supreme on most accounts. 

I know some of you are saying, “Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black.”   While I disagree, I won’t argue the point.   I get it, my lifestyle and COT is definitely not *misandry and matriarchy.   Well, at least outside of Kim’s bedroom it’s not!  lol. 

  (*hint:  those are the opposites of misogyny and patriarchy.  The fact I had to look up the opposite of misogyny just shows you how misogynistic our culture is.   Most of us don’t even know the term for its opposite.  If you did know, that’s great.  You just earned five points for social awareness.  And what can you do with those 5 points?  You can now be subject to Christian-sharia law if you live in the South.  Wow, did I digress or what?)

Stay kinky!

Next: 318. Master Kayla. She no longer submits?

309. Spanked Wife, Happy Life – Chelsea Part II

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Continued from the prior post.

To help you with a mental picture of Chelsea, although she is 23, she can easily pass for 18 and with just a little effort, maybe even 16.   Her height is about all that helps her appear a bit older as she is about 5′ 9″ and while I didn’t ask, I would guess maybe 115 – a very small frame.  And the ringer for a more youthful look is her light freckles on her nose and high cheekbones that accentuate her already looking baby-face.  

Her husband is on the burly side, maybe 220 on about a six-foot frame but not all fat.  He’s muscular in a toned way, not super-buff.  Stout!  That’s it.  He’s very stout.  He looks even bigger when next to Chelsea.  We’ve met him on several occasions as well.   He’s more reserved and timid, whereas Chelsea is unfiltered and unedited.  

Chelsea said after about two years of marriage she began having desires to be disciplined by Jaime.  She started to miss the accountability and the motivation that the disciplining instilled in her, and yes, even a closeness she felt it could bring to her and Jaime.   

While generally not someone to keep anything in, it took her a long time to say anything because she felt that she was betraying herself in a way.  How could she want that?   She didn’t want to be like her mom.  How could she submit to be under the authority of her husband?   That just isn’t right.

It nagged at her even to the point she acted out in negative ways.  Passive-aggressiveness is one way we attempt to cope with unresolved emotions, and she became full-on passive-aggressive.  After many arguments about stupid things that she often started, she knew she had to come clean and confess her “ugly desire” to her husband. 

When she did, he 100% rejected the notion.  And not just the idea of it, but the idea that she would even consider it.  It made her feel terrible as in her mind it confirmed her fears that something must be wrong with her.   But his rejection didn’t make those feelings go away. 

So she pressed him from time to time, slowly increasing the frequency of broaching the topic.  Finally, one day she really pushed his buttons and he spanked her.  He was apologetic afterward and swore to never do it again, much to her chagrin.   More time went on, another year and her passive-aggressiveness deepened.  And then, Chelsea met Kayla.  Then Chelsea met me and Mike. 

Chelsea was like a sponge, wanting to learn everything about our journey into D/s.  She said it opened her up to a greater understanding of what it could mean to be submissive.  Until she met us, she just thought if she were to accept discipline from Jaime, it had to be just like her parents.  In her mind, her mom was weak, cornered, and incapable of understanding this just wasn’t normal.   Now, Chelsea knew DD  could be anything they agreed it could be.  Like me, she could have DD, Chelsea-style.   If Jaime would agree. 

Armed with a better understanding of her own emotions and how to better articulate them, she once again brought up the topic with Jaime.   This time he didn’t reject her outright and at least said he was open to understanding it better, which led to our meeting Jaime. 

It also led Chelsea to talk to her mom about DD, something she had never done in a true, open dialogue.  Chelsea had brought it up before, but always in a judgemental way.  Now, their conversations were more inquisitive and less inquisition.  In turn, Chelsea learned a lot about her mom and her dad.  While she still didn’t agree with everything they did and do, she had a greater appreciation for it.  

Armed with new confidence and a more open-minded husband, they made an attempt at instituting some DD into their marriage.  While Jaime was open-minded, he was still very reluctant, to the point that he asked Mike to help.  This led to Mike actually spanking Chelsea in front of Jaime to give him a more step-by-step break down of things he should consider in a spanking, including the after-care.   It got to the point that Jaime even called Mike to come over to administer several spankings as Jaime felt he just wasn’t doing it right.   

Jaime was very concerned with hurting her, both emotionally and physically.  It took some time for Jaime to feel confident that the “right” way was whatever way he felt comfortable with and that Chelsea accepted.  I didn’t keep count, but I think Mike probably spanked her on seven or eight occasions. 

Jaime still calls or texts occasionally to get advice on discipline.  I have to admit I am a bit jealous as I like to be the advice-giver, but in this case, Mike is their de-facto “mentor.”   They have even asked him over just to talk DD (and they have been over to our house as well).   

Jaime feels like he has a new wife, the wife he first fell in love with.  Her passive-aggressive behaviors are gone, and they are closer than ever before.   As they say, Spanked Wife, Happy Life.   Um, er, okay, that’s not how it goes, but it sure does for some people!

ISLAND OF MISFIT KINKSTERS
I feel a bit like our household is becoming the
Island of Misfit Toys, except it is the Island of Misfit Kinksters.   Those people who feel they are doing it all wrong, or are having trouble reconciling their desires with societal expectations or simply looking for ways to express those desires in a safe and nurturing environment.   There is my friend Valerie, and some of my other “lunch bunch” friends who have opened up a bit and shared some of the kinks they are into.  This also applies to Matt.  Oh, and John and Donna too.  And yes, of course, Kayla.

It’s like I wrote in 239. As you sow, so shall you reap, it’s karma. 

And then, we met TJ and Kim. 

Next: 310. TJ and Kim

 

 

307. Posting Blues

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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

303. A kink in our routine

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No, not The Kinks.  A kink.  And not the kinky kind of kink.

It was an unexpected 17 days between posts.  It’s been one thing after another.  My mom, who is in her early 80’s, had a bad fall.  I spent a lot of time tending to her and still will be doing so here and there.  Thankfully she is doing well. 

I know often times a fall like hers can mark the beginning of a swift decline, but she is on the road to bouncing back.    It will still probably be three or four more months before she is ready to mountain climb again (just kidding).   Seriously, she will need help with everyday tasks for several more months.   Thankfully she has long-term care insurance.  Not that it will end up paying all that much as she likely won’t need a home health aide for too long.  But it is comforting to know that there is a source to pay for her care if it becomes more serious.   If you are outside the U.S., maybe your socialized medicine provides such care, but in the great U.S.A., insurance doesn’t cover custodial care unless you are expected to recuperate very quickly.    There’s your insurance lesson for the day!

Enough about that.  There was more. . . 

The cold and flu bug hit our house, which isn’t that big of a deal except that J often struggles when he is sick.  His breathing can become compromised very quickly when he is all congested.   Plenty of inhalers and breathing treatments help address that, but his sleep schedule was all messed up which meant for some long nights.

Then there was more . . .  

My 21-year old niece came to stay with us for 5 days.  She lives on her own and is going through some issues and needed a respite from her boyfriend, friends, social media, and her parents.  So we became that respite.   We’re the “cool aunt and uncle” and often joke we are the Switzerland of our family as we tend to remain neutral to various things that happen in families.  Actually, it isn’t so much that we are neutral, it’s that we put out a more positive vibe that I think is comforting when someone is struggling.  As my niece puts it, we are “less judgey and more comforting.”  

Suffice to say all this tossed a few wrenchs into our normal routine.  

Being newly anointed “naturists” we all typically don’t wear clothes around the house.  But the cold weather often prompts one of us to don clothing of some sort.   I’ve mentioned before J really took to this nudist thing and actually his enthusiasm has a lot to do with why we made it our norm.   I mentioned before he has some tactile response issues and not wearing clothes seems to soothe him.   My niece was well aware of our clothing optional household as she was part of the “Naked Caravan.”    So she partook in it freely.  Frankly, it can feel more awkward if you are the only one with clothes on.

While her stay with us didn’t cramp our nudism, it did put a damper on our Domestic Discipline.  There were more “deferred” punishments that would be administered when we could get away over to John and Donna’s for some privacy.  And the sexual stuff was kept discreet – no random blow jobs in Mike’s home office.   

I do have some things I want to share and plan to get some posts out over the next several days.   At this point, I just wanted to drop a quick line as to what was going on. 

Next: 304. Driving my Dominant

302. Livin’ Libido Loca – Commas over Exclamation Points

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HIGH SEXUAL DRIVE
My sexual drive has been off the charts.  From “off the charts low to “off the charts high.  Can’t seem to regulate it into some consistent middle ground.  After some time at the “low” end, I am currently riding a big high of sexual energy and appetite.  Luckily my lifestyle presents a daily all you can eat buffet – literally and figuratively speaking.

I know I’ve shared having sex, whether it be with Mike, John, or Matt, as well as with Kayla or Donna.  But I don’t think I’ve really talked directly about my sexual proclivities.  Sharing my fondness of one act or another is likely grounds for turning some of you off.   After all, everyone knows that everyone’s kink is disgusting, except their own.  Well, you will just have to be disgusted because I am in the sharing mood.   Actually, I don’t think I will share a bunch of details, but enough that your imagination can fill in the blanks. 

Lately, I wake up horny, like a ten on a scale of one to ten.  I stay aroused all day, maybe hitting five shortly after an orgasm, but staying around six or seven, even when doing nothing remotely sexual.  The bubbles are always there.  You know, those electrical tingles that rumble and flicker in your tummy and parts south.   While I may put them out of my mind for a moment or two, it doesn’t take much for them to demand my attention. 

Masturbation helps, but I noticed a jump from five back to seven very quickly.  Whereas, having sex with someone seems to keep me at a manageable five for a little longer before the sexual urges slowly start dialing themselves back up.   Hormones!!  or is it, Whore moans?  hee-hee.   Oh, I better not go there, else I may be spanked. 

Suffice to say, I’ve been actively seeking out sex lately, and often one orgasm just isn’t enough.  Fortunately, with my sex dial at maximum, I often climax first, and after reciprocating the delight, I can usually count on my partner to “come through” for me and deliver me a second. 

SEX AND MORE SEX
Mike doesn’t like to go down on me after cumming in or around my hinterlands.  So with him, it typically means my first orgasm is through oral sex and the second through vaginal or anal.   Of course, if Kayla is there, which she often is, she doesn’t hesitate to “clean me up” so to speak.   

Historically, I can reach orgasm from giving oral sex, but it is rare.  It’s far more common lately.  And sometimes I am lucky to have two in quick successions, such as when I am sucking on Mike while Kayla is going to town on me, or vice versa.  And if they aren’t done, it’s a bonus for me to see them through to their orgasm which just might bring me to number three.   

Pre-DD I was never multi-orgasmic.  It was like the orgasm was the exclamation point on the end of the sentence.  Now, it’s more like a comma.  It simply means marks a brief pause and that there is more come..er, I mean, more to come.  And come I do.  hee-hee   

It made for a fun Sunday at John and Donna’s.  Matt was there as well as he still joins us for our Sunday Football (or Sunday Ball’in as the guys lovingly call it).  Yeah, I admit it, I was the center of attention on a mini-gangbang.   Hey, I like it, and Mike loves the cuck.  And it was great because Kayla was there the whole time as well since J was out most of the day with his cousins.   So, between three guys and two women, there typically was always someone ready for another round of fun with me.   It was a nice day of debauchery. 

While I’ve done the “one in each hole” thing before, this time I really got into it.  They each had turns at different “stations of the Jennifer” as I jokingly called it.   I am so bad!  Anyway, that was something new.  

Also, while we keep discipline and sex separate, I have wanted the sex rougher lately.   Like, really getting my ass smacked hard while in doggy, or a harder nipple pulls or breast slaps than usual. I think the aggression and the mix of pain and pleasure helps. And even being handcuffed.  Yummers!   Not my usual sexual m.o., but I am not complaining – and neither is Mike

OTHERS?
It crossed my mind that maybe a new sexual adventure might help quench my thirst.  I thought of my friend Valerie and perhaps offering my help in their quest for a threesome.   However, I advised myself against it.   The friendship vibe I have with her doesn’t seem conducive to a threesome.  Plus, she doesn’t like even talking to me about the things we’ve talked about.  She is very private.  She will sometimes bring up a specific question or comment, but once she is satisfied with an answer, she switches the conversation to more mundane things.   If it is that awkward for her to talk about, then, I can only imagine how uncomfortable she would be with me as the third.  

MIKE’S THOUGHTS?
There aren’t any other prospects out there unless Mike has any requests for me, and he does not.   Mike’s take on my high sex drive has been great.  He can only do so much, and said it’s nice I can find release, however fleeting, without him.   That’s not just the “cuck” in him speaking, but.. well, wait a minute.  Yeah, that would be the “cuck” in him speaking.   ha!   

Although, to be honest, yes, he enjoys sharing me, but it isn’t just that.  He also enjoys my enjoyment, whether it be with Kayla or Donna or one of the other guys.   The way he puts it is he likes seeing me being sexually pleasured whether I am masturbating or having sex with someone else.  He likes to see me and think of me as a sexual being who enjoys sex.  Luckily, I make it so that he doesn’t have to think very hard, hee-hee.  Point is, my pleasure and enjoyment is at the center of his pleasure and enjoyment.  How thoughtful!  lol.

There you have it.  That’s what’s been going on sex-wise.  I hope it levels out soon.  I can’t believe it is almost contract time again!  It will be up on March 17, less than two months away.  If I am still in this sex frenzy, I am afraid it could distort my judgment.   We’ve already talked a little about it and there is not much we plan on changing.  Just codifying a few things that we basically already changed in practice. 

Yeah,  I have a feeling at some point I won’t have the same appreciation as I do today over the thoughts of having a vibrator in me 24×7.   Although I don’t think that is even necessary.  I am so horny that my heartbeat is enough to get me going.  Yep, those electrical tickles are at it again making their way to the hinterlands.   I need to excuse myself. . .

Next: 303. A kink in our routine

299. PSA – Stop Being so Hard on Yourself

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Wow, three days in a row of posting! Yea me!

I ended a prior post with,  Love without limits, and you get loved without limits. “

I need to add, Love YOURSELF without limits, and you can then love without limits, and get loved without limits.”

NEGATIVITY BIAS
Sometimes it’s worth taking a break from the salacious kinky stuff and make sure emotionally we are dealing with any negative thoughts that may arise from our hedonism.  I wrote of this in 277. Understanding myself and my submission, and even a bit in 246.  Subconsciousness of Wrong.  I only recently came across an article that has prompted me to revisit that topic

Let’s face it, when it comes to our kinks, society conditions us to feel guilt, shame, and more shame, and then more guilt mixed in with a bit more shame, all in nice big guilt wrapper with a giant shame-bow at the top.  There’s an undeniable negativity bias regarding our feelings when it comes to our kinks.

BIAS BIAS EVERYWHERE
I have always been intrigued by bias.   I believe I included this link before about the
12 Common Biases that Affect How We Make Everyday Decisions.  or perhaps the 15 Logical Fallacies You Should Know Before Getting Into a Debate.  Yeah, we all have biases and we all fall for various logical fallacies at times.  And since no one seems to teach critical thinking, society seems to be falling for more and more of these.  But Trump followers notwithstanding, “negativity bias” is especially insidious.  

“It can lead to ruminative thoughts that interfere with our productivity, and it can impact our bodies by stimulating inflammatory mechanisms that lead to chronic illness and accelerate aging.”  (That sentence sounds better when said with an English accent in my head.  Try it and I think you’ll agree). 

Sure, those aren’t my words, they are from the article.  But it’s saying, negativity bias can literally kill us.   Instead of me giving my dime-store analysis on negativity bias, I encourage you to read the article linked below.  It is absent any kink (sorry you pervs), but has real-world application to everyone, especially kinksters who may sometimes have negative thoughts about their proclivities.

I do want to add this comment though – I consider myself very self-compassionate.  Sure, I tease myself about different things.  Did you know my boobs are saggy?  Yeah, I’ve never mentioned it, except maybe once or a hundred times.  hee-hee.  Anyway, my favorite line of this article is that self-compassion spurs positive adjustment in the face of regrets.

I think my Domestic Discipline journey has been all about positive adjustments in the face of regrets.  In fact, being spanked is in many ways a positive adjustment in the face of regret.    Yeah, I just connected self-compassion with allowing my husband to spank me.  {Mic drop}.

Okay, enough from me.  I strongly encourage you to check out this article.

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