Life Changing Events

I've been having some trouble focusing lately. My writing, among other things has been suffering because of it. Why am I having trouble focusing? Well, that's rather easy to explain, stress. We all have stress, so why does it feel like I am no longer handling it at all well? Hmmm....

When I really stop and think about it, I'm not really handling it all that badly. I am currently experiencing and attempting to deal with, no less then three life changing events. One is usually enough to lay people low, that's why they are called life changing events. Those three things do not include the minor things that are occurring either, which just compound the amount of stress I have been experiencing.

No wonder I can't seem to focus, it's too much stimulus for me. I'm surprised I am not a blithering idiot 24/7. Yesterday, I was a blithering idiot. I guess you could say it was the straw that broke the camel's back kinda day.

Musicman is so tuned in to me that he has been asking me all week if I'm okay. He says I've been too quiet. That's what happens when I get lost in my own head, swimming among the stress. I'm well aware that he is also dealing with a large amount of stress and I do not want to add to it. I keep telling him I'm okay and for the most part that's true, until yesterday.

I had been doing pretty well keeping the anxiety about the job situation under control. I'm actively practicing patience. As my daughter's pregnancy progresses, I work harder not to stress about her less than ideal situation. There just isn't much I can do about it right now. We've been dealing with a rather critical home repair that is not going at all well. There isn't much I can do about that either, except be as supportive and helpful to Musicman as I possibly can. Which in general means, staying out of his way. He's doing his best to get the situation corrected, but in the mean time I see more and more damage being done to my home. Well, I'll deal with that after we get the initial problem fixed.

See, I really am handling it all very well. So what happened yesterday that reduced me to tears? My brother has had a set back and has been re-hospitalized. He's bleeding internally and despite the fact that he has had several rounds of chemo, it seems the tumor is growing, not shrinking. I'm frustrated because he is so far away that there is not much I can do but pray. I don't want to believe it, but I very much fear he is coming close to the end of his journey and I am not ready for that.

Yesterday Musicman didn't ask if I was okay, he didn't need to, he knew I wasn't. Instead, he employed some stress relief techniques like only he can. I had gone in to use the bathroom and change into my night clothes, which is just an oversized men's tank, it barely covers the naughty bits.

He was waiting for me when I came back into the bedroom. He didn't say a word, just turned me toward the lounge and bent me over. A wonderful all over body tingle was the result of a well wielded flogger. Musicman doesn't usually use more than one implement when we play, but he knew I needed more then just the flogger. I needed intense and intense is what I got. The magic paddle flew fast and furious, the blows fell so quickly all I could do was breathe. He kept up that rhythm until I could no longer stand up. I do believe he might have been in danger of being scorched from the heat radiating off my backside and thighs.

I was most definitely in that headspace where I will do anything he asks of me, and I did, several times. A little later, after I had come back to myself, he was ready to go again. I was teasing him, asking why I should do what he had told me to do. His response, "because you are my faerie and you do what I tell you to."  Oh yeah, that's right.

Needless to say, I slept very well last night. Nothing has changed as far the stress in my life, but I'm feeling much better equipped to handle it today.

His Fault

Just thought I'd start with something inspiring.

 

 

Musicman laughed at me when I told him it was his own fault, but it really was. Ya see, I had asked him how he was feeling. His reply was that his shoulders hurt. He thought that was my fault, but I very respectfully pointed out why it was his fault.

 

It happened last night, we were relaxing, watching some TV and hanging out. He started it, he's the one that murmured the magical words. Those words that have caused butterflies in my tummy for all these many years.

 

"Come here." 

 

He's said these words to me so many times over the years. Sometimes, I don't even get the words, just a finger, gesturing for me to come to him. Other times, he just reaches out and grabs me, pulling me in close. If I have any doubts about his intentions, all I have to do is look in his eyes. His eyes always say the same thing.

 

 "I'm going to consume you.  I will take you to heights you've never known. I will make you soar so high you touch the sun and burst into flame. I will touch your soul and leave my mark upon it. I will show you no mercy, and you will thank me for it."

 

He faced me toward the lounge, then walked away. I realized as I waited, I never look. Many spankings start this way for me. He puts me in position, then retrieves his implements of choice. He's not said I can't look, I just never do. I'm not sure why.

 

He returns and I see implements in my peripheral vision, but I can't tell what. He bends me forward and flips up my skirt. He starts almost immediately. I know from the first blow, he has the leather paddle. I still don't know what else he has brought and I no longer care. I'm lost in the feel of leather connecting with flesh. That moment of sting that explodes into pleasure, the reigning blows cause thought to cease as feelings take over.

 

The stress pours out of me, like air from a pierced balloon. I fly wildly about, too much energy to be contained. Leaning into the paddle as it drives me higher. Seeking, always seeking, that inexplainable place, where our souls collide in a dance that invigorates and nourishes.

 

I hear the words he's saying, burning into my mind. Aiding the ascent to oblivion, my only response, "Yes Sir".  Knowing that the only thing required of me at that moment, is to obey. The confusion of thoughts, lost to the pleasures of pain.

 

I'm on my knees, perched on the edge of the lounge. How did I get here? My body spread wide, open to his perusal, firmly under his control. I can do nothing but react as cool glass firmly invades. I push back, impaling myself upon the rigidness as he continues a running commentary of observations and directions.

 

His words play, like a symphony in my mind, as my body dances to his tune. He orchestrates my pleasure, leading the dance I know so well. Each crest surmounted, not given a moment to recover. He drives me higher, higher, higher. I feel the loss so completely as he withdraws, momentarily.

 

Ahh...there it is, the coolness, pressed against me again, a new place to explore. I experience no hesitation as he invades and begins again. From the back of my mind, it floats forward into my consciousness, I've become the wanton slut he desires. I will take the pain. I will take the pleasure. I will do as he directs, for his amusement.  I will beg for more as he invades and conquers my body as no one has ever done before.

 

When he is satisfied that I've taken all that I can take, he flips me over and begins his assault anew. I'm no longer contained within the confines of my body. His words, his actions, have moved me to another place. A place I seek to be, a place I glory in and beckon him to join.

 

It's so beautiful there, come with me as you drive me higher. We will fly free and experience the epitome of being. The next crest rises before me, my body contorts and is beyond my control. I shatter and don't even realize that screams escape me.

 

See, if he didn't do that to me, I wouldn't have inadvertently hurt him. He tells me, while I was lost within the fog, my body beyond my control, I hurt him. Apparently, I planted my feet firmly on his shoulders, binding myself to him as I flew freely through the ether. It felt great to me, not so much for him. I'd apologize, but I'm not really sorry. I never want to hurt him, but it's not my fault he makes me feel so deeply.

 

 

 

 

Flogging Away the Stress

I've said before that Musicman is not much for talking about stuff, he is more of a doer. The number one thing he is into doing is fixing things for me. He just wants me to be happy, just tell him what I need to be happy and he is on it.  A smart girl wouldn't argue with that kind of logic. I'm a smart girl!

After dinner last night he spent some time on the computer then we watched some TV together. After the show he wanted to see he went up to take a shower while I continued watching TV. After his shower he came back down to the living room to get me. He said I was a silly girl for getting so worked up. I wish I was as laid back about things as he is. He said if I came up stairs with him he would help me relax. I went upstairs with him!

I cleaned up, changed into my nightie and joined him in bed. He retrieved the flogger from its resting place on the headboard. He started by slowly dragging it up my body from my pussy to my throat. It is so soft, I love the feel of it. After a few slow passes he started swinging it. He hit my thighs, my pussy, my stomach, my breasts. Very light soft flicks that felt like heaven.

He stopped for a moment and reached for the headboard again. It was the nipple clamps. Small gasps escaped me as he put them on. I was still trying to catch my breath and adjust to the clamps when the flogger started again. Harder this time, concentrated on my thighs and pussy. The thud and the following sting soon had me arching up to meet the blows.

At first he would bring me right to the brink of orgasm and then change to flogging my breasts. Oooh does that feel good. Once or twice the clamps took a direct hit and would send me shooting out of orbit. After several cycles of this he was back to flogging my pussy. I was so turned on by that point that he easily brought me to orgasm with the flogger several times.

Then just to keep me guessing he used the flogger to bring me to the brink then dropped the flogger and started in on my clit with his tongue. I do believe heaven is a cool tongue on a well flogged pussy. I was arching so far off the bed at this point that all my weight was supported by my feet and shoulders.  Several more rounds of the flogger and tongue ensued. By now I was so far out of it I couldn't have told you my own name if my life had depended on it.

He wasn't done though, he flipped me over onto my belly and with one hand firmly seated between my legs, on my now drenched pussy, he started flogging my backside. Sometimes soft gentle strikes, sometimes hard ones. I never knew which it would be and it wasn't too long before even the absence of the flogger between strikes was excruciatingly exquisite. My mind running with anticipation of what the next strike would be. I'm delighted to say he has a natural talent for swinging a flogger.

Before too long I collapsed in an exhausted heep on the bed. He let me catch my breath then it was time for some more fun. When he finally disrobed I was more then eager to taste him. I knelt next to him and took him in my mouth. He picked up the flogger again and continued to warm my back side as I eagerly worked on him with my tongue and mouth. When he dropped the flogger and started in with a flurry of hand swats I lost it again. I had to stop what I was doing because he was in danger of being bitten.

That's okay, he had something else in mind. He positioned himself behind me and entered me quickly and smoothly. I was out of mind with all the orgasms I had already experienced, but I am never done until he cums too. I was begging and pleading with him as he pounded into me. All I could do was hold on and scream my pleasure. He came deep inside me and that set off the last and most powerful orgasm of the night. We both collapsed in sated bliss and were soon fast asleep.

That's what I call stress relief!






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TGIF

Thank goodness it's Friday. This week has been horrible. Would anyone like a teenage boy?  At this point I would pay someone to take him.



The weather here today is beautiful, but that is going to change. It is supposed to be cold and rainy for the weekend. Maybe the boy child will find somewhere to go.

If we have an empty house I have a better chance of this happening.



Ahh, stress relief!!!!

I'll want to do this.



Maybe he will let me do this.



Or we could do this.



Or maybe this.



Oh to be young and flexible again.

Wish me luck!!

Stress Relief Spanking

I was hoping when I wrote the my last post that once it was written I would feel better. Sometimes all it takes is to get it out and I do feel better. No such luck that day, but I did not get worse and spiral totally out of control.

Musicman and I had been talking about the fact that when these episodes happen I think a spanking would help, he has his doubts. After he read my previous post Soul Deep he came into the kitchen where I was starting dinner. He took me in his arms and said, "if I'm reading right next time you get upset I'm supposed to do this," and then he started spanking me. I started to giggle like I always do but I did manage to say, "you are reading right." That was the entire conversation and I was soon back to making dinner.

Sunday was a lazy day, hanging out watching Nascar, I'm a huge fan and will be glued to the TV this Sunday watching Daytona. These are usually very comfortable days spent together, instead I was pretty quiet and not so interested in much of anything. Musicman approached me a few times to see if I was OK or if there was something he could do to help. He got very noncommittal answers from me followed by silence.

After a few times of this happening he stopped asking, instead he came over to the chair I was sitting in and reached for my hands. He pulled me up out of the chair and into his arms. As I buried my head in his neck the first swat fell. After a half dozen or so swats I was alternating between trying to crawl up his body and into his skin and hanging onto him for dear life as my knees melted underneath me. He asked me if I was starting to feel better. With my head still buried in his neck I shook it yes.

Then he turned me towards the stairs and gave me a gentle push while saying something about a wooden spoon that needed breaking in. I don't remember exactly what was said as I was already starting to float. I do remember walking up the stairs to our room, I sat on the lounge and took off my slippers and blouse. He came in shortly after and I was still sitting on the lounge in my skirt and cami. He just took my hands and lifted me back up into his arms, a few more swats and then he was unzipping my skirt. As it fell to the floor he told me to bend over. I now wonder if he realizes the power in those two words.

Things become a little hazy from here, I started out on my hands and knees on the lounge, within just a few swats  my head was buried in the lounge and I was getting a very thorough spanking. I remember the feel of the spoon tapping my inner thighs, I automatically adjusted and spread my legs to a wider stance. He really is very thorough, he spanked my backside, my thighs and the lady parts and I was lost in a fog of bliss.

It didn't really register that he had stopped spanking until a hand in my hair was pulling me up and against him. When his other hand came up around my throat and he was whispering in my ear that he wanted to fuck me all I could do was moan. He pushed me back down and was entering me before I even knew what was happening. Several orgasms later I was on my knees in front of him with his beautiful cock in my mouth, mmmm. I love when he cums on my face and it was the perfect ending to the perfect spanking.

He told me later he didn't really understand why spanking works when I feel like that, but he doesn't doubt it anymore. I don't understand either and I don't care if I ever do, i just know it works. I feel much better :)

To finish up I'd like to thank Sunnygirl for helping me learn to add pictures. Thanks Sunnygirl.  If you came to visit me at my home you would see lots of faeries, pictures and statues and wind chimes, etc. etc. etc. So since I now know how to add pics, you'll be seeing lots of them here too :)