This D/s Life

Category: His

  • The Best Part of Waking Up

    The Best Part of Waking Up

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    Is cupping your wife. I know, the Folgers jingle it ain’t, but it has been a busy day so it is the best you are going to get. We had a lovely kids free weekend that we put to good use. I put her on the carpet on top of her aftercare blanket with her…

  • I Can Bring Home the Bacon

    I Can Bring Home the Bacon

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    As I write this Molly is enjoying a nice big slice of Lemon Pound cake I made Sunday night because we had a friend over for dinner. In fact in the time it took me to write that sentence the cake has been eaten. I love to cook and bake and I have written on…

  • So Tell Me Who Are You

    So Tell Me Who Are You

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    Who am I, what is my identity? I am pretty damn open about a lot of my life. My name, what part of the world I live in, but is that the sum of who I am? How do you imagine me, imagine my life? Have I left you a true impression of me with…

  • The kink that came in from the cold

    The kink that came in from the cold

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    Mrs Fever asked in a comment “What the fuck is a munch and why go?” So as is my wont I took to twitter to gather opinions. The response were a bit disheartening. But let us start with what a munch is supposed to be. Let’s say you have a group of friends with a…

  • Anything you can do I can do better

    Anything you can do I can do better

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    I don’t know how many times I need to repeat this but it seems I haven’t said it often enough. No ones submission is any better than someone elses. This is also true for Doms. You are not better than I am and I am not better than you. We are all unique in D/s.…

  • The beginning of the end

    The beginning of the end

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    This is day 266 of this blog. Way back on January 1st when I started this it seemed like a good idea, a blog post a day for a year. How tough could it be? Damn tough, and here we are with 100 days left until 2017. I am new to blogging. I have watched…

  • Charting a Course

    Charting a Course

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    Every now and again I am reminded of the scope of D/s. Sure there is the sex and the play (in whatever form that takes) and there are the rules, small in number though they may be, but there is still more. There is that moment when what it means is taking charge when you…

  • One Angry Man

    One Angry Man

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    I am slow to anger, really really slow. But I am just as slow to let it go once I have gotten there. I personally think that is fair. Since it takes so much to get me pissed off I figure I have earned the anger. There aren’t a lot of things that make me…

  • The play’s the thing

    The play’s the thing

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    I love words, they move me in so many ways. When I read a good book, or a brilliantly written blog post. Or when Molly says them to me. When she calls me Sir it gives my the same thrill that it did the first time she said it to me. When we are having…

  • I think I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree

    I think I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree

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    It has been a long hard working weekend and I have not written a post. I am tired. My body aches. So you are going to get some old words I wrote about me and her. I live a waking dream shaded and sheltered by visions and vicissitudes A life become unbound and yet bound…