Never thought I'd do that

Over the years Musicman and I have enjoyed somewhat of an adventurous sex life.  I'd say we covered most of the basics: lapdances, striptease, sex in risky or public places, sex while driving(I strongly suggest caution if trying this one). We've made our own movies, both together and some I've done solo for him.  He has an album of sexy lingerie photos of me that I did as a gift for him.  Even some light bondage.

That was all before I started looking more into BDSM and D/s and started blogging the first time.  Of course after that it was like opening Pandora's box.  Some things I like, some things he likes, some things we both like.

One of the things I wanted to try, but never had the opportunity to do was sexting. Silly right?  I tried for years, to no avail, to talk him into getting a cell phone.  He finally relented and got one the day before I left the first time to visit my brother and T.

We texted everyday while I was gone, both times, though no sexting occurred.  I have finally done it and crossed that off my list.  While fun and has always resulted in playtime later,  I quickly realized two things.  It's always me initiating and he's become addicted to his phone.  Talk about something coming back to bite me in the ass, and  not in the good way.  Considering that Musicman had complained for years about me, "always having my nose stuck in a book", I find this kind of ironic.

I've not said anything to him about this for a few reasons.  First, I'm not the type of person to beg anyone to pay attention to me.  Either you want my company or you don't, I'll adjust accordingly.  Second, there was absolutely no way in hell I was handing him the opportunity to throw my previous behavior in my face, especially since when he pointed it out I stopped doing it.

As I saw it that left me with few options, so I have never said anything to him about it.  I don't like it, but most likely I never will say anything about it.  I did however have a stroke of inspiration a couple weeks ago.

I'm sure most people are on Facebook, not everyone, but most.  A few months back Musicman asked me to help setup a Facebook page for him.  Color me surprised, I never suggested it,  and really never thought he would be interested.  Of course I did help him and thought no more about it.  Until a couple weeks ago.

I happen to be a member of several closed BDSM groups on Fb.  I like them all, obviously, or I wouldn't stay in them.  There is one in particular that I especially like.  It's entertaining, educational, very well run.  The page owner and admins are very good at engaging the members and stimulating member participation.

This is not a group you can click the join button and become a member.   You request to join and once you've been vetted you get an email saying if you're approved or not. If approved you then have to confirm via email that you want to be in the group.

I'm thinking by now you probably know what I did.  Yep, Musicman was in the shower, just about the only time he doesn't have his phone. I hadn't planned on doing it, the thought just popped into my head and his phone was right there.  So yeah, Musicman is now part of the group.  When he questioned it, I played dumb, but my giggling and laughter definitely gave it away.

I'm happy to report that his constant phone use has decreased some(not as much as I'd like, but it's a start), and playtime and even impact play has increased.

Wish my next brilliant idea had worked as well, but that disaster is a story for another day.