To Tripp On Our 2 Year Chastity Anniversary

I’ll never forget our first date. I took you to that hole in the wall by the beach. I’m surprised both of us survived that experience, and even more surprised you agreed to a second date. I know we’ve been back to that place a few times, for laughs. I guess it will always beContinue reading “To Tripp On Our 2 Year Chastity Anniversary”

The Tripp Card

Sir doesn’t read this blog, so I’m counting on all of you not telling him this, but sometimes when I’m feeling a bit resistant to some of Sir’s desires, I pull out my free pass, the Tripp card. Because I’m not Sir’s full time slave (He has fractional ownership, I’m a time share slave), HeContinue reading “The Tripp Card”

Call Me By My Name

If someone calls me a bitch, pussy, cunt, or fag, I’m coming for them. If Sir does it, I just come. It’s funny the different reactions the same words cause depending on the situation. When I’m in sub space, I am that fag, cunt, or pussy. Hearing Sir call me that just reinforces our powerContinue reading “Call Me By My Name”

Turning Points

We’ve been slowly, inexorably heading towards what recently happened between Tripp and I. Even though it happened quite suddenly, every turning point has a series of events that lead to it. I’ve been locked almost 2 years, but it somehow seems new, because the dynamic has changed. I have the same feelings as I didContinue reading “Turning Points”

No Pain, No Gain

If you could change one thing about your body, what would it be? I’ve thought about that, and I think I know the answer. There are a lot of options. Would I want a bigger dick? Sure, I’d love to have a porn star dick, but since it’s locked away, there seems little point inContinue reading “No Pain, No Gain”

Fugu Come Dancing

For those not familiar with Fugu, it’s a dish made from pufferfish, which if not prepared correctly, can actually kill you. Pufferfish contain tetrodotoxin, which even in small doses is fatal. However, when prepared correctly, it’s a delicacy. But every time you eat it, you could die. For most of my life, come was theContinue reading “Fugu Come Dancing”

The Pandemic Dominance

Tripp and I have been dancing around truly becoming a D/s couple with me as the s. We’ve been slowly heading there over the last year, but things have moved quickly the last few weeks, and I have little doubt that the fact we are in lock down has played a major role. If there’sContinue reading “The Pandemic Dominance”

Trading Spaces

I’m the submissive partner (sexually) in our relationship, as readers are probably aware. I haven’t always been and my submissive role in my marriage is new(ish) and happened out of a need to recreate our marriage. However, I didn’t go from Dom to sub overnight. You can’t change who you are on a whim. I’veContinue reading “Trading Spaces”

Missing Sir

It’s been a little while since I’ve been able to see Sir, and it seems it will be a while yet until I can again. I miss feeling His power. I miss His scent. I miss His cock. I miss His come. But protecting Sir and my loved ones (and everyone else) is my numberContinue reading “Missing Sir”