Mr. Ringo

Sumtymz, cindiz feelinz bowt her pluggiz cumfliktd. Her l8st pluggi, Mr. Ringo, he a beri challengin pluggi 4 her. Ashooli, he a gr8 shape n glydz in2 plays no prublim. Da challenj wif him cumz wuns he in, coz he cuntinoooz 2 challinj ull da tym. Mr. Big, he settlz in n reeelaxz but Mr. Ringo; well, he da sorta pluggi dat jus kenna allow bimbo 2 reeelax. He insist da she pay atttenshn ull da tym.

Cors, it nut da cays dat wun dey owta da bloo, bimbo eskd 2 yoos Mr. Ringo. Da treynnin happin obr a lung periud ob tym n bimbo beri graduilli werkiz up 2 da big pluggiz.

It reeeli nut dat lung afta Mr Ringo arryv dat she poot in Mr. Ringo. She encurijd 2 go slow n tek her tym, n she def tri slow down. But, it has sed, dat bimbo tendz 2 hurri deeez tingz. Wut ken she sey!?

N e wey, she beri proud dat she wer Mr. Ringo n she kenna wayt 2 cum on n tel bowt dis - 2 reseeeeef prays. Dis bimbo happin 2 menshin she a prayz slut? Well, dat so.

Sum tym afta dat, nut dat lung tinki, bimbo tol 2 wer Mr. Ringo ulll nite. Dis a M A J O R challenj 4 her n she sed dis. She sed she nut tinki she ken do. She tol it nut up 2 her. She hab no cuntrol - 2 settil in2 da speriens. Nut 2 esk hessef wen mite finish but 2 unnerstan dat der no wey owt - dat she hab no cunrol. She nut 2 tinki wen she get releeeef, or how lung Mr. Ringo 2 stey, but just 2 akept her predikamin.

Wel, bimbo tryz beri beri hard 2 pay attenshn 2 ull suggestinz n she continoo 2 wer da pluggi ull da nite. Dis challenjn nut jus coz it fiscilli demandn but also coz bimbo wanna feel dat totil cuntrol such dat she do sumtin dat herd 4 her. She mey uncumfertibl but she also wanna test hessef n 2 obey da cummanz she reseeef.

2 tel da troooof, bimbo reeeeeli getz off on dis sorta cuntrol n ebin do she waki lotz n wish dat she cood tek Mr. Ringo owt and she resil wif dat tot obr n obr, she nut tek him owt.

Wen it cum lite n dey tym, she so prowda hessef. She wer Mr Ringo uuuuuuul da nite n assept da cuntrol n dis mek her feel beri prowda hessef n liki she a gud bimbo. Dis a wunnerfl feelin 4 bimbo coz dis sorta cuntrol obr her n da feeelin dat she cuntrolld beri satisfyn 2 her. It y she werki so herd reeeeli, coz she wanna no wut dat liki - 2 hab no cuntrol in deeez weyz. It wut she esked 4, in fakt.

Of cors, a demandin pluggi liki Mr. Ringo hab a beri intens fisicil fekt on bimbo 2 n he tern her on in weyz dat fantastik. If onli da gurlz new!!

Cors, dis week, Mr. Pluggi jus sit on da shef n wayt 4 bimboz currekin obr. It tuf on him n reeeeli he did nuffin rong. It bimbo dat notti. Hopefoooooli, beri soon Mr. Ringo n bimbo ree you nytd n he bak where he beee lung. Dat of cors, if deeez postz septibl.

Hard werk keepn up wif a bimbo

Cindi in a beri beri slutti frame of mind rite now. She nut sur y zactli but her totz beri slutti ndeed. She beri calm, reeeelaxd n she hab meni tots bowt yoos.

Cindi receeevd a beri notti moovn pikki az a prezzi n dat bimbo hab ull da holz yoosd at wuns. Der a man in front hoo hold her hed stil, n a man unda her n a man at bak her n da bimbo looki beri beri satisfyd. Dat reeeli did sumtin 2 dis bimbo n she alredi looki it sebril tyms dis morning n tot bowt it 2, whyl she Christmas shoppin.

Bimboz beri free, n feel beri liber8d 2 speriens ull sortsa tots. Of cors, dis bimbo only intimit wif her onnir but dat nut meen she nut hab beri slutti tots.

Now, y da bimbo feel so free, so calm n so happi rite now? Well, mebbe she jus progresd 2 sum new level of satisfakshin after lotsa hard werk. N also, her onnir njoyn yoosn her lots, n pluggiz njoy her 2 n dat make her mynd n her bodi beri redi 4ebin mor yoos n ebin mor slutti tots. Bimboz beri hungry lil tingz.

It beri inerestin 2 cindi dat ebin tho her tots so streeemli slutti, she consentraytn radda well n gettn trew all the tings on her ‘2 do’ list. Dat soooo pleeeezn 2 cindi – dat she reeechd da poynt wher she hav beri notti tots but she stil abel do her werkiz az wel.

Da kestun 4 cindi – wil da notti moovn pikki she sent ebr leef her myn? She strongli dowts it. But, def feeel bit sorri 4 da men sumtymz. Looki dis wun in da pikki abuv. He looki just exhaustd! Nut ez 4 onnirs n da men in da bimboz myn keepi up wif her. Oh wel! Spoz dat da prys dey pay 4 habin bimboz!

Making sauce

We talk regularly and I rely on him for sage advice; for his words of wisdom. When I tell him that he just tells me to "stop it". But, it is true. He is full of wise and supportive thoughts and his friendship means a lot to me.

We were chatting recently in the most vanilla of ways. I told him that I was about to make a bolognaise sauce. He knows, probably too well, that I've reached an age when making meals for the family can become tedious; when all the responsibilities of the family can irk me some days.

"So, you are off to make sauce? I surely do love a sauce wench."

I immediately smiled. In his few words he had turned an everyday task into an erotic pleasure. No longer a task undertaken before, countless times, it was a task I imagined a man had given to his submissive.

It was a task the girl would undertake according to his specifications and specifically for his satisfaction. She would undertake it with pleasure and with hopes of his praise in her accomplishments.

A clever dom is gold. With a few well chosen words, he has lifted her day. In response, she is grateful for his presence in her life and the opportunity to cook the sauce for him.

And, thus the circle turns; the dom and the submissive believing with all their hearts that they could not live nearly so well without the other.

The sauce was delectable and devoured with gusto; as was the dish who prepared it.

Challenge

The submissive woman is not easily satisfied. On one hand, she yearns for the safety, security and sense of ease that comes with understanding herself as she truly is; that of a woman with a submissive nature. She enjoys the peace of mind that this 'knowing' brings to her day and she feels 'whole'. She walks lightly through her days.

On the other hand, the submissive woman wants more. Along with the 'knowing', the sense of satisfaction, the peace of mind, and the happiness, there is an understanding that her dominant must be unpredictable and somewhat demanding. Whilst she wants to be his 'good girl'; to receive his praise and his admiration; she does not mind at all if he should care to show a little of the devious side of his nature. Peace and tranquillity is very nice, but where is the man who can have her breathing hard; incensed even?

The submissive woman may not take at all kindly to his demands and reprimands. She may spit fire and brimstone at the things he whispers into her ear; at the instructions he leaves on a note beside her bed; but her anger is in conflict with her state, should he feel between her legs.

The submissive woman is never more alive than in those moments when her kindly and loving dominant man should challenge her. She has disappointed and there is a price to pay for that. She may not enjoy the penalty, but then, why is she darn hot? Or better yet, she has done nothing wrong at all. He just feels like asking her to do something and watching her reaction.

The submissive woman may be hard to please, but I am not at all sure that the dominant man wants her any other way.

On the home front

As one ages, one develops theories about life. Most of them cannot be proven but the theories develop, nonetheless. I have a theory that in the vast majority of women, the instinct to create a nest is overwhelming. She may not go on to have babies in her nest, but even so, her desire to create a peaceful and aesthetically pleasing home for her herself and her mate is something over which she has little control.

In my life, I have lived in very small spaces and in large spaces. I have had next to no garden to a large garden. In all those cases, I have looked to make of it, all that I can. I don't think it does us any good to wish we had somebody else's property. I do think that we owe it to ourselves and those we live with, to make the space we own or rent, as pleasing as possible. I can't get my head around people who complain about their lot in life, but don't put in some hard work to make things better. I love watching those shows where they transform an ugly little back yard into a pleasing space to relax and entertain. To turn something from ugly to beautiful: what could be better than that?

In unions between men and women, it is the business of beautifying their space that can lead to issues, for all sorts of reasons. Perhaps, the man feels he is too busy to give his time to it. He wants to co-operate, and he agrees with the project. He really does. But, why pay someone to do what he can do? Yet, he does not have time to do it. And, there's the 'catch 22'.

A submissive woman walks a very fine line. The last thing she wants is his ire and general upset between them. Part of the reason she has accepted her submissiveness is that she so very much wants to avoid upset, and being submissive does that nicely. Yet, her submissiveness is sorely tested when it comes up against her deeply held desire to get on with projects to make her nest the aesthetically pleasing home she would want for her family.

The dominant man, as we recently discussed on the blog, is a man who looks to dominate his landscape. He is often busy at the office. Inclined to like things his way, he goes the extra mile there. This can take all his focus, and the love of his life's projects can be much further down his list of things to do. I understand that. I am a pragmatist. I see things as they are.

Yet, as we also recently discussed on the blog, a submissive woman is still a woman. Like any woman, she only has so much patience in her reserve. It is the foolish dominant man who does not accept this. She is a force in her own right; that submissive woman of which I speak here. She likes to get things done and the dominant man who tries to get in her way, can find himself with a most unsatisfied submissive, indeed. And, we don't want that, do we?

The submissive woman wants to please. To please her man is in her nature. And, that is very nice for the dominant man. It seems only fair that the dominant man should want to please his girl. Sometimes, it is best for him to have less words and more action. Sometimes, it is best for him to accept his fate, go get the ladder and get on with it!

Better than Chocolate

They are both up early to deal with an issue. It is 7 am and she has returned to bed. He walks into the bedroom and sees her lying there.

“Okay, let’s get this squared away. Ten strokes. I think that should be adequate to ensure you look more carefully for lap top chargers in the future.”

She lies there, hoping he can be derailed by her disinterest.”

“Out of that bed, now!”

She gets out of the bed slowly; pulls off the covers, one foot on the floor and then the other; stands up and stands at the end of the bed. Her reluctance is evident in every move, every breath she takes.

“Night gown off!”

She pulls the black silk nightgown over her head and places it on the bed, in a little bundle.

“All right. Bend over, please, elbows on the bed, and I suggest you bite on the pillow. I’ll take a dim view of it if you call out and the children hear.”

She does as she is told, and collects the soft European sized pillow, bites on it and holds each edge.

“Perhaps, after you have a burning bottom your memory for what you do with lap top chargers will improve. I suspect it will. Don’t you dare break position! You show me your submission by being very still and accepting your punishment quietly.”

She does not break position. She bites down on her pillow, only allowing little muffled cries to emit out of her mouth. She takes the ten strokes stoically, even remembering to wait for permission to move.

“Have you learned you lesson?”

She says she has. She won’t do it again. She thanks her master for her punishment.

“All right. Back into bed, and let’s have a nap.”

It is still very early. She tries to nap, but can’t. Her master naps beside her, with her spooned behind him. Eventually, she tries to sleep faced the other way, and this wakes him. His hands wander over her body. He pinches her nipples; feels the warmth of her backside, and between her legs.

He places her on her back and enters her, her legs up around her waist. She does not resist, but nor is she in her submissive mindset. Ambivalence reigns supreme. He stops moving; looks into her eyes.

“Oh girl, you haven’t had nearly enough, have you? You need much more. On your fours!”

She remains still.

“I don’t think you are in a good place to be disobedient.”

She moves into position, hesitantly. She may be cheeky, but she’s not stupid. He has a good point.

“Those doms you talk to...they are right about you. You’ll appreciate your station better when you’ve had a high enough number of strokes. I just need to keep swinging this cane until you’ve got the message that you are a submissive, and you need to toe the line. Bite on that pillow!”

She does as he tells her to do. The truth be told, this is exactly the outcome she wanted, but he swings much harder this time and she feels the full sting of the blasted stick. She rolls to one side in protest.

“Get back in position!”

She returns to all fours and waits.

“Let’s just keep going until we can be sure that you know how to behave.”

He swings the cane across her lower rump, time and time again, until one stroke just becomes the next. It is all just part of an inferno that has been ignited in her rear. She doesn’t even think to leave position any more. She will move when he tells her to, and not before.

Finally, he puts down his cane and takes another pillow and places it under her hips. Interestingly, she is no longer ambivalent. Now, her body expresses a deep interest to be plunged and pilfered. He enters her from behind and hits away at the spot that sends her into orgasm immediately.

He has his way with her for several minutes, whilst she groans into her pillow, but a different sounding groan altogether this time. She feels every stab and jab of his cock and she drops into a sea of pleasure and abandon. He touches her slippery cunt and she expresses her satisfaction with deep guttural sounds. After several minutes, he climaxes with intense satisfaction. This time, he groans with her. They lie together, for a few minutes, he on top of her. But, the time is late and he moves to have a shower.

“You may not touch yourself.”

She pulls herself up on her elbows and turns to look at him, over her shoulder. She smiles.

“You were thinking of touching yourself, weren’t you?”

“You didn’t bring down the side table.”

She has been using diversionary tactics for many years and this is just one of them.

“Oh, didn’t I?”

She realizes her mistake immediately. It must still be in the back of the car.

“More statements instead of questions, I see. Well, then, let’s have some more of the cane.”

She mock cries.

“No. That’s okay. We’ll sort out that rebellious streak. I’m on the programme; some more of the cane and we can get a lot of matters sorted this morning.”

She turns her body over one more time to display her striped bottom.

“Pout up.”

She pouts up.

She feels two more stinging bites across her rump. When her breathing returns to normal she asks if her bottom is striped.

“It’s striped, all right. Take a look yourself.”

He brings over a mirror so that she can see her scarlet coloured ass.

“Now, you think before you speak, today, if you ever want to sit down again. Do you understand?”

She is demure now. She is not not enjoying herself. Losing control is what she loves best; a control freak who hates having control. It is her sore ass that decides how she will answer.

“Yes master.”

“All right, into the shower immediately, and I want you on your best behaviour the entire day.”

“Yes master.”

“And?”

“Thank you for my punishment, master.”

She scurries into the bathroom.

That was better than chocolate, she thinks.