It has been my experience over time that a good woman really can hold a man by the balls and get away with it… Just not in the way that you think.

I never gave too much thought to men’s balls before Master. Sure, some men like them played with or tended to during a good BJ, but really, what else were they there for? But at some point in our relationship it became almost a subconscious habit to gently massage his balls. Especially when we’re just laying there watching a movie or relaxing. It definitely relaxes him like nothing else and it almost always puts him to sleep. His theory is that if more men received testicular massage there would be no war. I have to say I agree completely.

So lady readers of mine, give it a try. Next time you’re lying in bed watching TV, gently cup his balls and just make a motion with your fingers like they’re doing a wave. Be gentle, but don’t be afraid to squeeze very lightly. Treat them like soft boiled eggs. Roll them around in your hand delicately and at a relaxed pace. It’s not about sex… just about melting him

Taboo or turn-on? Or simply a turn-on because it’s a taboo?

A few nights ago Master was fucking me six ways from soreness and mid-thrust He orders me to call Him Daddy. I started out tentatively.. “fuck me daddy” and in mere seconds found myself climbing helplessly to a shout “Fuck me DADDY Make me HURT!”. My pussy was clenching, my heart racing, and I doubt I’d ever been so wet in my LIFE.

Where did that come from? Why did that work so well on me? I don’t really understand it. Like far too many girls I’ve met, I too had problems with my dad. The kind that now have him facing 30 years in prison in fact. When I saw the same Daddy/baby girl play in blogs or porn or anywhere else I always thought “Hey, if it works for them, that’s nice, but I could never…” So how is it I found myself clawing at Master and begging for more?

What’s even more interesting than my physical reaction was my mental reaction. In my mind/heart it brought up feelings of warmth, hunger, relief, safety, protection, and absolute love. And not for one second did it bring any of my past in. In that moment it was all about me and my Master. About unconditional love and care and carnal pleasure. Only afterwards, while in utter surprise, did I think about the past and how this was the least likely result of bringing the Daddy/baby girl dynamic into our sex life.

My thoughts: He is my absolute provider of all things. He is my protector against all pain. He is my sugar-daddy and my pappa bear. He has my absolute trust, lust, and unbreakable love. And He gives me the same in return. When I realized that, my former assumptions about how Daddy/baby girl play would fuck with my head came crashing down like a brick wall hit with the hammer of Thor!

I coulda saved 2 years of therapy and pills with a sex life like Master and I have!!!!

A lioness in the office and a kitten at home, finding the balance between boss and subordinate can be tricky.

For those who don’t know, I’ve been working from home for about 6 months now as I painstakingly build a business out of nothing. During this time I’ve struggled plenty with letting go of my financial independence. Master really has fulfilled the role of both protector and provider (and although I’m “fixed” we sure do try to procreate a lot!). I believe that this, above all other external factors, has helped to set me in my role of sub. I AM a kept pet. While I learn the administrative side of my business and work to find a client base, and adjust to working alone, I am completely dependent on Him for my basic needs for survival. Food, shelter, and companionship. He has become my world.

I’ll admit that I have been terrified. I have felt like dead weight on our finances. I have felt like the little bit of stress we do go through is all on my shoulders. Master makes good money… damn good money. So when we’re having to get creative to keep the vehicles gassed up and the bank account out of the red it’s a harsh reminder that I am the reason we are in that position.

At the same time, I dare say that being home with the kids, and really opening up to my pet nature has been undoubtedly worth every penny. I’ve learned more about what makes my Master tick and I’ve had SO much time to devote to my family and my home that it’s overwhelming. I have had the comfort and freedom to find out more about what makes ME happy as well, which was completely unexpected. I have also had the luxury of building a STRONG professional name and image for myself to the point that big names are taking notice. Now we’re at the turning point where I am starting to bring in some checks and the next step is to get busy enough that Master can join me on our own and out of the corporate world.

So that brings us to the interesting social experiment we had over the weekend. Master’s acquaintance needed services in my line of work and asked for a meeting with us both so we could be introduced and talk shop. It was a great meeting overall but I kept catching myself taking the back seat and letting Him dominate the conversation. This is understandable since He was the one with the working relationship with this acquaintance, but at the same time I was supposed to be selling my own skills and the work I would do for them so I felt I didn’t really step up to the confidence plate enough there. Just another way that the Working Dom/house-maker sub lines got blurry. I’m sure after I get a few more meet n greets under my belt the confidence will come.

At the end of the day I got the client and I’m extremely excited about the project. On a funny side-note, I caught the client smiling when they noticed me serving Master’s drink and deferring to Him for a few points in the conversation.