This D/s Life

Category: His

  • Not Half Bad

    Not Half Bad

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    Sometimes she will ask me. “Do you miss it?” “No, I practice my aim” is my whimsical reply. “No silly, do you miss America?” The answer to that is no, I don’t. There are things that I miss about America which I shall enumerate. This is by no means a complete list, but I don’t…

  • The Building Society for a Better Tomorrow

    The Building Society for a Better Tomorrow

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    Yesterday was a good day. In spite of the torrential rain that caused a flood in our back corridor we accomplished a lot. We were in London and there were folks from the Remain campaign asking if everyone had voted while we visited various parts of the city. In the end we all agreed that…

  • Beckon me

    Beckon me

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    The blank pages beckon, pull me into their endless embrace, they long to be filled as I long to fill them but the moment I put fingers to keys the word fly as startled starlings whisked away in a swirl as if some hidden secret breeze has caught them up. Pulling away from me, just…

  • Transcendence Siberian Orchestra

    Transcendence Siberian Orchestra

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    When I asked recently for topics to write on for This D/s Life one of the suggestions was “transcendence”. Now I am sure my answer will fall far short of the mark but I am going to give it a shot none the less. As my definition of transcendence I am going to use going…

  • Timing is Everything

    Timing is Everything

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    One of the odd things about being married to a sex blogger is how many time your sexual encounters are blog post material, I get it now that I am writing much more. It is easy fodder and to be fair since this is about our daily lives, completely appropriate. Where it gets really odd…

  • Bench Warmer

    Bench Warmer

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    This last weekend was kids free for us and while we didn’t trek out in the world I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass by without indulging in some of the delights that can only be practiced when we have time without their presence. So I broke out the big guns. Our bondage bench.…

  • Like father, like son

    Like father, like son

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    My Father sucked, never once in his whole life did he tell me he loved me. He never told me that he was proud of me or that I had done anything well. My Father died relatively young at the age of 62 in a hospital in North Carolina. I had to make the decision…

  • I am the Great and Mighty Dom

    I am the Great and Mighty Dom

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    I am not perfect, I am (and this will come as a surprise to many) just an ordinary human. I know this will diminish my Domly reputation but I am often in the wrong and I will freely own up to that. To deny that would just be plain dumb and while I am often…

  • Confessions of an Instagram Widower

    Confessions of an Instagram Widower

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    Are you sitting comfortably?  Good, then I shall begin. Once upon a time I had the most wonderful and attentive wife and sub. But then came along her Camera. Now I have to confess I encouraged her at first. I mean after all I got the benefits of all the sexy pictures she took and…

  • A New Life: Part Two

    A New Life: Part Two

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    Continued from A New Life: Part One “You should know that she has transferred all of her trust fund money to me as a measure of her new status and it was a very substantial sum of money at that. I shall enjoy spending every last penny and looking forward to the additional income she…