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165. Boundaries: Juggling flaming machetes

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A short post to share something that amused me.  I mentioned in my last post that I spent some time helping my sister organize and pack for her move to her new house.  It provided us quality “sister time” and of course, at times my DD lifestyle was the topic of conversation (Post 116. Revealing DD to my sisters).

I’ve fielded questions from her before (Post 121. 20 Questions…)  so her inquiry is nothing new.  She asked many of the same questions she always asks – as I mentioned before, I found that learning about someone’s motivations and actions in D/s is a lot like learning a new language.  You need repetition for it to fully sink in.  

As she is prone to read my blog I shared the events and punishment regarding my last few posts.  She asked me if there is anything I wouldn’t do for Mike.  Of course, she meant physically or sexually.  I told her that scat (poop), blood, and branding were understood to be hard limits.  Other than that, I would rely on safe words as a way to moderate a situation. 

She then asked if that means I would have sex with anyone Mike told me to have sex with.  I told her that I would definitely give it strong consideration, and unless I felt unsafe, I would do so.  She then jokingly said, “So if he told you to seduce Shaun (her husband), you would do so?”  My initial response was, “Yes, if SHE approved of it as I would never do such a thing in secret.”   She then said, “So if Mike said he wanted to have sex with me, you would allow it?”   Again I said, “If Shaun approved of it, then yes.”  Of course I said jokingly “Are you proposing this?” 

“No way!  Never!” was her reply.  She said she just wanted to know my answer.  “Good,”  I said, “because frankly the idea of that has greater ick factor than drinking pee.”  It would just be too weird.  Of course she then said, “So why would you be willing to do it?”   

I had to clarify my response.   “I didn’t know you wanted a more serious and thoughtful answer.”   I told her that my acquiescing to anything Mike asks for doesn’t necessarily mean I have a desire to do that particular act.  My greatest desire and fulfillment is in the acquiescing and not in the act

In this hypothetical situation, I would have to be convinced that there would be no negative ramifications on our (my sis and I) relationship.  If I were to seriously give this thought, I think it would be very difficult to convince me it has any upside – the risk of negatively altering our “sisterhood” was too great.  Therefore, I doubt I would support it.  However, just like anything Mike requests, I would give it the appropriate consideration it was due.

She then nodded, “Okay, I get it.”   To which after a pause for dramatic effect I dryly replied, “So that means Mike doesn’t get to fuck you?”  She laughed and said, “No, he doesn’t. . .and Shawn doesn’t get to fuck you either.”

As I share all with Mike, and was also curious about his reaction, I told him of this conversation with my sister.  Mike said,It would be safer and saner to  juggle flaming machetes while standing in gasoline.”  He wanted to know what on earth made me ask such a thing.   “Hey, just wanting to understand some boundaries.”

Mike then added, “By the way, did I hear your say ‘Fuck.’   

Uh-oh, I’m in trouble. 

NEXT: 166. My favorite kinks

134. Vulnerable to you / 1yr blogiversary

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Mike reads my blog from time to time, plus I’ve talked to him about the fact my greatest joy in blogging is ruminating on my thoughts and happenings in life.  I enjoy sharing my thoughts, feelings, motivations, and interpretations of something a lot more than I enjoy sharing the specifics of that something.  Mike commented that he thinks this was a “vulnerability thing.”   Okay, so Mike is not one to ponder philosophically.  He tends to just to succinctly sum things up in a few, but accurate, words.

I had to delve into what all he meant by this but when i asked him he simply said, “It isn’t important what it means to me, it’s whether it means anything to you.  You think about it and tell me what you think it might mean. ”   His retort floored me.  This was very un-Mike like.  It had this sensei flair to it, this enigmatic statement that I had to unravel and find my own meaning.  But, I appreciated the response as I took it as a self-reflection challenge, and I like to be self-reflective and I like a good challenge.

I’ve made several posts on this subject of vulnerability:  Post 67. An Esoteric Ramble,  Post 68 reblog: To Fall in Love…, and Post 129. Vulnerability. Plus…

So here’s my thoughts on Mike’s comment.  The pre-DD Jenny thrived on control, was measured in what she did and said, and only portrayed to others a limited version of herself to avoid potential negative critique.   I am proud to have shed most of those pre-DD habits, but, parts of that still linger.

I am fully vulnerable to Mike, and while the type of vulnerability we give to our partner is not the type you would give to everyone, there is an element of vulnerability that you should be willing to give to those around you.  It is about being authentic.  By being authentic, you might rub some people the wrong way, but so what?  The flip side is by being authentic, your relationships become founded on authenticity.  You connect to people as you really are, and hopefully as they really all.  The result is a deeper and more meaningful and fulfilling connection.  It is much better to have fewer, authentic and meaningful relationships with friends and family, then to have many superficial ones based on less than your true self.

I’ve shared before that vulnerability has been like a drug to me.  I love it, I crave it, and I’ve slowly become more vulnerable to those around me.   There is Mike of course, who my vulnerability has no limits.  Then there was John and Donna, and then Kayla.  They get the full and unedited version of Jenny.   I believe it is my comfort and confidence in being vulnerable that led me to tell my sisters about my DD lifestyle.  (Post 116. Revealing DD to my sisters).   It is also what led me to tell a group of my girlfriends about Mike and I “swinging.”  (Post 132. Good Grove / Bad Move).   And it has led to my overall sense of comfort and confidence in my choices.

I am vulnerable when it comes to my blog, but I definitely can be more so.  THAT was Mike’s point with his comment.  I know the ultimate in vulnerability would be to post more identifiable personal details complete with pictures.  But frankly, that would be opening myself up to be revealed to any and all people.   Maybe some day, but for now I am not ready for that, nor is Mike.  Short of that, I could be more forthcoming with things I do or the things that happen to me that currently I may omit, or infer or lightly touch on but not in much detail.

A good example is our soaping punishment routine, although I’ve only received two.   Part of this routine is rinsing not with water, but with pee.  I have not blatantly stated that detail because of concern of what you may think of me.  I know it is silly to be worried about what readers think after sharing so much, but, I found it difficult to share that particular detail.  Well, it’s shared now!

Mike is correct, it is a “vulnerability thing.”  Each time I have shared a punishment with you I mention I am not one for sharing those details.  Part of me worries about what people will think – think about me, think about Mike.  I would rather write about the positive impact it had, versus share the specifics and leave it to you to conclude what the impact was.    So, that’s my response to Mike regarding what I think he meant by it being a “vulnerability thing.”   I shouldn’t be so resistant to being vulnerable to you.

This doesn’t mean I am suddenly over it.  But, I will try hard to focus on being even more transparent on my blog, especially when it comes to punishments.  This isn’t something I have to do.   Mike doesn’t require it of me, and I don’t specifically require it of myself. However, I do believe it helps in strengthening and maintaining a submissive mindset. It is more about being more disciplined in my vulnerability and not allowing old habits in.  And that IS something I want.

ONE YEAR OLD BLOG
Switching gears  – my blog just turned one year old a few days ago.  Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, and comments.  I am close to 100,000 views and about 18,000 visitors.  I like it that I get 5 to 6 views per visitor each month as it means to me that people are intrigued enough to read multiple posts.   Writing this continues to be very fulfilling, and now, perhaps more so as I strive to be even more vulnerable in my future posts.   And I took notice that by far the most visited post is Post 25. Intense Spanking Part II, about twice as many as the next visited post (Post 12. Our DD Contract).   You kinksters seem to like to read about punishments!

I’ll take that under advisement.  Ultimately I blog for me, but I like it when others like it, and I also like the vulnerability of it.  I just have to remind myself that sharing details of a punishment is an act of vulnerability, thus an act of submission.  That should be plenty of motivation for me to enjoy doing so.  But even with that motivation, my greatest pleasure in blogging is still from waxing philosophically about being a submissive wife and living the wife-swapping polyamourous Domestic Discipline lifestyle that I live.

NEXT: 135. Kayla and me.

 

54. Sex is fun. Four times the fun with the right couple!

So, what’s new?  Not much here.  Oh yeah, Mike, me, John, and Donna got together for a f-fest.  Ha!

I’ll do my best to tell the story for those of you that love the details, which, per my blog stats, seem to be most of you.  Stories of sexual adventure and punishments seem to get more visits!  I’ve said before I am more inclined to share my feelings and write about how or if I reconciled an issue from an emotional standpoint.  I am less inclined to give the steamy sizzling sensual experience that went with it, but I’ll give it a try.  It’s odd for me to write this.  While I’ve shared a lot, I’ve never tried to share this type of detail.  Hope you enjoy.  I sure enjoyed doing it and reliving it through writing about it!

Preamble
You’ll want to read the post linked here to get the backstory that led to Mike and I venturing into our first full swap with another couple.

One of the things Mike asked me before we did this was whether I would be in “sub” mode or not.  It was a good discussion for us as we had never really talked about turning the submission “on” or “off.”  It is always on as far as I am concerned, but with some modifications around the kids or in public.  I asked him not to think of me as just “submissive” but to consider me “his submissive wife.”  I had never said that before and I believe it helped for him to hear that.  It helped me to say it also.  I liked the sound of that and saying it made me feel all warm and tingly inside!  Mike was wanting to know whether he should instruct and guide me during our upcoming sexcapade or just leave me to my own adventurous devices.  I told him I want it to be whichever way he liked.

He still gets frustrated at times when I answer, “Whatever you wish,” but he is getting better and more comfortable at just stating what he wants versus asking my permission.  I remind him that in my mind there is no “sub-Jenny” and “non-sub Jenny,” there is just Jenny who is his submissive wife.   Period.  I gently reminded him that if something he asked for went too far, I am capable and willing to say so.  In fact, I am required to say so, by both common sense and our rules.

He then said, “Fine, you’ll do as you are told then.”
“Yes, Sir.” I said with a smile.

Warm Up
Donna came over Monday afternoon and we talked about the plans for that evening.  We both admitted to being both excited and a bit nervous, but mostly excited.   Being the blunt one, I told her, “I’ve imagined Mike fucking you and now I get to see it plus, I owe you a nice lick!”  She laughed and said she was looking forward to having him inside her, watching me and John and yes, having me go down on her.  As she was leaving she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss as her thumb and forefinger touched just above my breast. She then moved her hand downward, extending apart her thumb and forefinger as they encircled my breast.  She continued moving her hand down as her thumb and forefinger moved closer back together as they reached the underside of my breast.  Her finger and thumb were then once again together at the base of my breast.  “That’s a little tease for later”, she said.    My my, she isn’t reluctant at all.

Evening Fun
Mike and I enter their house.  I felt a little awkward knowing what we were about to do and not sure how we would get into the swing of things – pun intended.  Well, John didn’t waste any time.  He greeted us at the door and as we walked into the kitchen, Donna was laying blindfolded on their living room floor.  She was fully clothed, in her “regular” clothes.  I thought it was interesting that John didn’t have her in any of their “gear” or just naked.   I didn’t question it and am guess the disrobing would just add to the anticipation.

John announced, “I thought we’d let the girls start us off,” as he popped open two beers and handed one to Mike.   Wow, John wasn’t wasting any time.

Mike looked at me and said, “Jen, you know Donna has never been with a woman other than your special treat during your shave, so give her something memorable.”    John added, “Donna is not to speak.  Have her in any way you’d like.”  Now I thought to myself, “humm, I hadn’t really thought about different ways to “have” her.  I mean, yes, go down on her, suck her breasts, have her suck mine, stuff like that.   But I hadn’t thought about doing more.  There were toys around.  Oh the possibilities.  I had the perfect sub answer to this potential dom opportunity of mine.

“Mike Sir, tell me where you want me to start.”

Mike tells me, “Rub her tits and her pussy outside her clothing.  Get her really warmed up.  I rubbed her for a few minutes, and then Mike told me to start kissing her.  I remember him saying, “lots of tongue.”   And without hesitation, John chimes in, “And Donna, you need to start rubbing on Jenny.”  We made out and rubbed for quite a while, rubbing each other on the outside our clothing.   It was really nice.  It had been a very long time since I kissed another woman.  My insides were aching for us to get naked.  It got to the point that my yearning for Mike to give further instruction began to distract me.  I really needed him to give me the order to move on.  I was more than fully warmed up and I needed to fully feel her!   When was he going to let me go further?

Finally, Mike said, “Okay, slowly take off each other’s clothes and keep rubbing.” He hadn’t finished the sentence and I already had Donna’s shirt over her head.  I worked my hand inside her pants as she unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants.  Donna was very wet, way more wet than I anticipated.  I could feel her fingers slide easily past my folds and deep into my pussy.  I was very wet as well.  We fingered each other for some time and then I stopped to pull her pants and panties off and to take mine off as well.   John then told Donna, “Okay, take that blindfold off because you need to see the tits you’ll be sucking.”

With that she took off the blindfold.  It was nice to look her in the eyes as she began to suck my tits.  She kept her eyes open, looking up at me as she suckled.  I remember thinking about what was going through her mind as this was a first for her.  Frankly, it has been so long since I’ve had anyone but Mike that it felt like a first for me.   John then proclaims, “Donna, you are on your own now, do as you wish.”  With that, she got up and positioned me on my back on the floor.  She put her pussy in my face and leaned over to eat me out.  Ah, a classic 69.   She was extremely wet and tasty.   I hadn’t had a mouthful of pussy in about 27 years!   It was everything I remembered.  It was wonderful.

At some point Donna flipped around so that she was sitting on my face, facing me so that I could look up with my eyes and see her face.  Soon I saw Mike and John’s dicks come into view.  I hadn’t even heard them take their clothes off.  I saw as Mike’s cock entered Donna’s mouth, and Donna had one hand on Mike’s cock as it worked in and out of her mouth, and one hand on John’s cock that stood ready to the side.  The best part is that I was able to make eye contact with Mike.  It made me smile as I was eating Donna while watching her give him oral.

Donna came.  We had a bet as to who would come first, and we women thought for sure it would be one of the guys – but it wasn’t fair as we got a head start on the fun.   Anyway, it was the best bet I ever lost.  Her orgasm caused her to move off me and give up sucking on Mike for moment.  That’s when Mike said, “Jen, you can pick up where she left off.”  Mike sat down in a chair and I got on my knees in front of him but before I could start to do anything he told me to stand back up and just lean over to suck him, he said my ass needed to be “up and out.”

I looked back at John and made eye contact and gave a quick smile.  I knew this was it.  I leaned over and began sucking Mike and very soon I felt the unmistakable feeling of a cock sliding into my wet pussy from behind.  I raised up from Mike’s cock because I wanted to peer into Mike’s eyes and have Mike peering into mine as John’s cock made its way fully inside me.  I gave out a pleasurable “Ahh.”  My elbows were resting on Mike’s knees as Mike played with my tits and John worked his cock in and out, in and out, in and out.  I continued starting at Mike which made me more and more excited.  I loved being so close to Mike while John was fucking me. I could tell Mike was also taking pleasure in my pleasure.

John felt different inside of me than Mike does as they are “differently endowed.”   Both in good ways.  Mike is about 6 1/4 inches while John tops out at perhaps 7 and half inches.  Mike has a lot of girth and is quite thick, whereas John is a bit of “pencil” dick (said with affection!).  I love the contrast.  It felt different but it felt very good.

It wasn’t long before Donna reappeared and walked up to the side of the chair. She got on her knees and leaned in and kissed me, then kissed Mike.  Eventually the three of us were three-way kissing.  This is something I actually had never done and I found it hot as hell.  Feeling her tongue, then Mike’s, then her’s while in Mike’s mouth, and Mike’s and her’s in mine.  My hands on Donna’s tits, both her and Mike’s hands rubbing mine, John’s cock in me . . . all that stimulation and it wasn’t long before I came.   I couldn’t believe it, both guys outlasted the women.   Not that I am complaining!

So now it was Mike and Donna’s turn.  Mike stood up as Donna laid down on the floor (yes, they has a nice, soft carpet).  Mike got down and started fucking Donna missionary.  John came over to me and we both watched, as I had one hand on John’s cock and he had his fingers in my pussy.  We were standing to the side of Mike and Donna so we all could see each other.   I was still twitching from my orgasm and couldn’t take any more fingering, so I dropped to my knees and took John’s cock into my mouth.  Of course, I kept my eyes opened and made sure I could make eye contact with Mike.  Having him watch was such a turn on for me.

Soon John came in my mouth.  I leaned over to Donna as if to kiss her and let John’s cum drool into her mouth.  Shortly thereafter Mike came inside Donna and then Mike said, “Go and get my cum, baby.”

I went down on Donna and sucked his cum from her pussy.   I stayed down on her for quite some time, after all, the guys were spent for the time being and I owed her some nice cunnilingus from the treat she gave me.  Donna came a second time.

We all sat up and relaxed a bit, all of us marveling in our experience.  The word “wow” was said a lot, along with a lot of “that was awesome.”   There was more sex that night.  I had sex with Mike and Donna with John.  More orgasms, a break, some fun conversation, and then a third and final go at it but only after a little “punishment” demonstration.   John and Donna have let us watch many flogging sessions before, so that night was no different.   Donna really enjoys a good overall flogging where her breasts, stomach, back, thighs, and ass are all beautifully pink by the end.   It was a good way to recharge for our final go.  I’ll save the positions and combinations of our third and final go-round to myself.  A girl has to have some secrets, I am shy after all.

I do want to give a shout out to safe sex.  I don’t condone not using condoms, but for us, it was one part none of us being capable of reproduction one part because we’ve known each other for a very long time and the trust factor is very high, and one part just being foolish.  I guess we are taking a calculated risk.  That may not be completely smart, but, I am just being honest and I felt I should mention it.  Do as I say, not as I do.

It’s been four days and we can’t wait to do this again.  We plan to get together tomorrow night as well.

Sex is fun!

55. Agreement vs. Acceptance: A Spanking Disagreement