The Ground is Rich from Tender Care...

Things are so much better for us lately, our hard work we continue to put on our relationship is paying off. Wednesday evening after the children were in bed, Daddy and mouse sat quietly reading. Soft music on the iPod played, and we felt very relaxed. Daddy was making notes on work, while mouse was lost in the world of Jane Austen.

It was rewarding being close to him. It's intimate. After a while mouse stood, broke the silence by asking if he wanted anything from the kitchen. After returning we talked a bit about the last post mouse wrote on subjugation. It's certainly not for everyone, nor should it be, but it's right for us. Eventually, Daddy said it was time for rituals. Together we went upstairs, pausing to look in on the children on our way to our room.

Once upstairs, mouse undressed slowly and began her nightly meditation with clamps secured to her nipples. Slowly repeating mentally her mantra under Daddy's watchful eye. Sometimes meditation is hard or as elusive as good hair on an important day. Other times it's easy to just slip away...and that night it stunned mouse how easy it was and how centered she felt.

Now, it could be that has a lot to do with it -- the strong feelings of being centered.

When Daddy felt the obligation was filled, he removed the clamps and pulled at the sore nipples, making mouse gasp and he smile. Love is a partnership that cannot exist with both parts. He made mouse moan, those whorishly deep throaty moans that can never be mistaken. He said once, he delights when mouse moans like that and when she squeals and squirts he knows he has her right where he wants her. Yet, as she writhed and bucked, he doesn't exactly remain silent either. He will often emit deep groans or even growls of pleasure and sometimes that's quite enough to make mouse come.

It's in the knowing of the pleasure he's getting out of love we create.

Yes, sometimes it's selfish; sometimes he's narrow with his desires, taking what he needs and leaving mouse with only the pleasure of providing him service. At those times, he'll maybe (tho mouse cannot presume to know for certain) wish to keep his girl in a state of need. Whatever the reason or motive, it seems to charge, or super-charged her sex drive. And he seems to be well aware of this fact and highly acquainted with the outcome.

Eventually, mouse knows all too well that given the right circumstance, he will unleash the slut and allow her to shine in all her eager depravity. Until then she waits...

Thursday wasn't so good, with mouse behaving rather petulant, of course Daddy dealt with it swiftly, giving mouse the choice. Did she want to be treated like a slave or like a child? Although mouse was annoyed, she decided to be treated like a slave and accepted his punishment. See, the main issue is, he rearranged the kitchen, and is dictating the shopping list and mouse's cooking duties. If she wishes to make a change, she must ask him for permission. This kinda chaffed her.

Intellectually, now mouse understands this isn't a big deal..

We talked about it and while nothing is going to change, mouse felt better expressing herself to him.

Song selection: The Battle of Evermore; R. Plant, J. Page.