Long post…get comfy
Posted in Domination with tags communication, Domination, lifestyle, submission on July 5, 2008 by Master CoyoteYesterday was rather screwed up so just stay with me as much as possible here.We got up and my mother called, turns out she wanted us over for dinner on the grill brats and burgers kinda thing. I said cool what time, she told us 6ish. Granted this was like at 11 am so we had pretty much all day to kill. So I’m on Xbox while my pet is online. Neither talking much kind of in our own head spaces. She came over by my recliner and was a bit affectionate so I decided to have some use from my slave. I lead her down the hall on all 4s by her hair, got her to the bedroom and started eating her pussy. She came I had her suck my dick and hold it in her mouth basically face fucking her. We eventually started fucking and she was allowed many orgasms she had been good. The problem starts here for me. She seemed distant and not her usual self after sex. She didn’t have the same feel to her or look to her that she usually gets after sex. But she tells me nothing is wrong, nothing on her mind it’s cool continue on with the day. I get those kind of answers and I rarely take them at face value so I watched her a little more closely through the day.
So we get to my moms and they are doing the brats and burgers on the grill just outside of the grage door but still so the grill is part way in the garage. So my moms boyfriend and I are attending to this steel gas grill that could feed 20 and moms boyfriend is a little tipsy. So the garage starts filling up with smoke the smoke detectors go off in the garage and in the condo itself. These things are loud ass ear piercing shreiking machines from hell. We had to deal with them on and off for about 30-45min. So needless to say after all that both my pet and I had headaches from hell. Also it really worsened our already iffy moods for the day. She now has a tone with me I’m hearing a lot of snide comments and basic backtalk on and off all evening.
We get home and she decided to clean the bird cage. She moves the cage and is putting down paper the idea being to roll the cage back onto the paper and volia done quick and easy. I pointed out that wasn’t going to work because the wheels are stiff on the bird cage and she’d wind up crumbling the paper underneath as she rolled. She basically ignores me does it anyways and exactly what I said would happen happens. So I gave her an I told you so, jokingly I thought. Apparently not cause she starts to go off. So she is standing in the kitchen about to get on with dishes as we are going back and forth. I had enough I went and got her Allan wrench and took her collar off. No demotion no here you go bad girl,I just took it off and left it off. Figuring fine this is how you want to play then fuck it you want to go full wife mode than so be it here you are enjoy.
So I went from fighitng with my slave to fighting my uncollared wife. Eventiually the dust settles and we are talking back and forth. Turns out she has had on her mind one of those what ifs? What if we were to live vanillia? Could we do it? Would we do it? Would we be able to handle it etc etc etc. Rather moot points by that time to me because she was uncollared so as far as I was concerned that was what was happening. So as we’re talking she tells me she has had this confusion and curiosity lately as to what it would be like to drop the slave/Master thing for a time and just go husband and wife. She wasn’t apparently ready to discuss it in full with me yet, because she was still mulling things over in her head when I took the choice out of her hands and demoted her for being disrespectful and a bitch. So in that fight she wound up forcing what she otherwise would have held off on talking about.
So I’m sitting there in my recliner as she is telling me all this feeling like a fucking bomb has dropped in my lap and wondering what the fuck other surprises are in her grey matter that she hasn’t seen fit to voice yet. I was pretty numb the entire time we discussed the whole thing. I mean here we are to go from Master/slave to vanillia and it looked like it was going to stay that way because she was so confused on what she wanted. I didn’t know what to expect or what was going to bite me in the ass next. See I had thought she had already thought all of this through when she made her choice between slave, sub or vanillia wife. Apparently she had second thoughts and decided not to share them one bit. So my first reaction after being numb was I wanted to know who put this idea into her head and who was to blame so I could ream em out. Of course stupid reaction but to me this was coming from out of the blue and she wasn’t offering much by way of explaniation at the time.
So we sit and talk, and talk, and talk and talk and talk etc etc. We were up till like 4 am this morning talking about this. I basically told her..well you aren’t sure if you want the collar on or off. You want to be just a wife or just a slave. The choice isn’t in your hands right now because if you notice the collar came off and wasn’t replaced by a lesser one. You now are living what you were curious about and wondering about things happened in such a way that I left her collarless period. Released from service, free woman, wife only. without really meaning to we both had pushed the other into this position. She wondered about being free so I set her free. Let me take this time to point out that never once was the marriage or the relationship of US at stake or a problem. We knew we still wanted one another and we still loved each other. So that was never a question about the marriage itself. This was all about her slavery.
We eventually go to bed I’m just worn out and tired by this point. I’m mentally tired, physically and emotionally just BLAH. I tell her that things are now going to have to change her collar is off good or bad she was curious about this okay so fine we’re already here lets do this. She will go without a collar effectively “unowned” until she gets things straight in her head and sees what she really wants and doesn’t. Once all that is squared away we will talk again and see where everyone is at. Truth be told here I hated every second of that convo but had to do it. The subject of time frames came up and I was like I have no idea really. This was all out of the blue to me so I had nothing prepared for any time lengths. So I said indefinitely.
This is where it gets interesting. She is now faced with being collarless for an unknown period of time, which should be fine because she possibly wanted to go that route anyways. So what does she start to do? She fucking begs for her collar back!!!!!!! I could have beat my head into a wall right there! Never mind that before all this I was taking her collar off in punishment for being a bitch and having a disrespectful tone. Now she is begging for punishment and her collar back because she really when it all came down didn’t want to be “free” in that sense. I was tired and rather burned out. It wasn’t a great day I was in an up and down mood all day, she makes big fuss about being vanilla I made it happen and nobody realizes whats up till after the fact. Now she takes the whole night and stands it on it’s ear retracting everything she just said.
So I give her the twenty questions from hell…..Are you sure? How can you be sure when you just got done saying all of this and that? How do I know this won’t be like the last time you decided and this shit comes up later down the road? etc etc etc. So another hour worth of question and answer in bed talking it all out getting it all straight and eventually the result is this. She has her collar back if it comes off again and isn’t replaced by a lesser collar it’s gone for good end of story. I won’t play this am I sure or aren’t I sure thing every 6 months or so. She still needs to be punished for tone and disrespect and I am letting her choose her punishment for her actions. She’s leaning towards a whipping or flogging I was thinking more tie her down and rape her ass without lube or anything for fun and because well I’m a sadistic bastard and after last night in my own way I want a pound of flesh for all this crap. But she had best come up with something suitable for her punishment. The next time that collar leaves her neck (if indeed there is call for a next time) It’s off for good unless it is strictly a demotion. So after all that we are back where we started from, nothing has changed really, but she has got a punishment coming and we shall see what it is tonight. I’ll keep you all informed as the crazyness ensues.
Well I’m officially 33 now. Thank you all for the birthday wishes. Tuesday as you have read was not the best day ever. Well it at least ended well. We went for dinner with my mother who took us out to eat. We had a good time, my mother is so much more relaxed and subdued now that she is with her new man. It’s odd I can’t quite get used to it. On one hand it’s like..Finally!!! She is loosening up and acting like a real person!!!…then again on the other it’s like…. Who the fuck are you and what the hell did you do with my mother?!?!? So dealing with her is confusing to me at best right about now..lol. But the dinner went well we all talked and joked around having a good time. My pet has been an example of best behavior lately and has been putting on these cute little nighty and thong sets. Granted lately I have been just to damned worn out with allergy crap and back spasms that I have not really payed as much attention to my pet as either herself or I would have liked.