This is really what I need to decide. We’ve laid the groundwork for a power exchange relationship and it keeps stalling out. Things will be going fine for a day or two then I’ll go and do something that I’m not supposed to do (like buy cigarettes without talking to him first) and we have the conversation — is this what I really want.
I do want it. I want the security of knowing he’s taking care of me. I want to be answerable to someone for my actions. I want him to be in control because I keep making bad decisions over and over again. The problem isn’t him, it’s me. I make bad decisions (like buying cigarettes this morning) and don’t talk to him first like I’m supposed to. This morning was stupid. I didn’t even really need the cigarettes, I just wanted them and I didn’t want to be talked out of wanting them or have it turn into needing them because I was so stressed out about wanting them in the first place. I told him about the cigarettes after I got home from grocery shopping this morning. To say the least he was not pleased. He asked me why I didn’t call him first and I told him I didn’t want to be talked out of buying them. Then we went on the, “are you sure you can actually quit,” roller coaster again to which I always say, “Yes,” but then I do something stupid like buying cigarettes when I don’t actually need them. It’s almost like I’m daring him to still love me when I don’t follow the rules. His frustration and disappointment hurt, a lot. But it’s not enough to stop me.
This has been a rough road to follow. I’m want the power exchange but my actions say otherwise. I still wear his collar but it doesn’t mean much if I don’t follow the rules. I need to decide how important this is to me and get myself in gear to actually do it. Maybe the rest of the week won’t go so bad. I’m supposed to go onto Fet and get some advice but I’m afraid that the answer will be that I’m doing it wrong and ruining it for everybody, just another poser submissive. Or worse yet that power exchange just isn’t for me and I need to stop trying to make it work.
He’s willing to put in the work, but am I?
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I have a leather collar that I wear when we are playing and I used to wear it in the evenings too. I always wear a necklace and we have a ritual we do every morning when he puts it on me. I use it as a touch stone to know that I am his and that I am loved and cherished. Two weeks ago, my husband suggested something a bit more permanent and showed me this one that he had found.
I’ve seen it before and even flirted with the idea of getting one, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted the commitment that such a collar carried with it. It’s not like my leather one that I take off when we are done playing and it’s not as unobtrusive as a necklace that only I know the significance of. We’ve just started reestablishing the trust that was damaged during the contract debacle and I’ve got some major life changes happening — I’ve started going back to school, both of my kids will be in school for a full day, and I’m doing my insomnia treatment which still has me napping daily for an hour and a half. We’ve been talking about him taking a more active role in my life, not exactly like the contract, but guiding me more and helping me realize my wants and desires. There is no punishment aspect to this dynamic change he’s suggesting, but I will have to learn to cope with his disappointment in me which I can see being tricky for me with some of my self esteem issues (something else he’d like to work on with me). For example, I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to quit smoking now for a few months. We now have it set up that I have to ask permission from him to smoke and I have to have a damned good reason for wanting a cigarette. He’s told me that he’s almost always going to say no (an exception was made when our oldest was in the hospital this week for appendicitis). This does help me a bit because I do want to please him but I also kind of resent that I’ve given him that much control over me.
Where is all of this going? I’m wearing the collar now. He originally wanted it to be an anniversary present but then he decided that he wanted to order it for me so I would have it when school started for the security it would bring me. It didn’t arrive until after my second class and when I did put it on it was a rather hurried affair because I was getting reading to take our oldest to the ER for what I thought was a minor illness which turned out to be appendicitis. He said a lot of things before collaring me, some stuff that I’ve always just attributed to bedroom play, but I accepted it thinking that it would be nice to have it with me in the tedium of the ER. There was also a bit of a thrill wondering if people would recognize it for what it is rather than just another piece of jewelry and a bit of dread that I would be judged for it. That night while I was waiting for my son to get out of surgery, I was able to really think about what he said when he collared me and truthfully it made me a bit uneasy. I felt like I had given away my autonomy with the snick of an allen wrench.
To say things have been hectic for the past three days is an understatement, so we really haven’t been able to have an in depth discussion as to what the collar actually means to my daily life. He’s already told me he’s not going to start picking out my clothes or things like that, but he’s definitely going to be taking a more active role in my life and that’s where I need to find out what that exactly means. I’ve worn it for three days now and the weight of it is reassuring and I know he loves me wearing it. I want to make it work because it means so much to him, I just need to find out what it means for me.
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We’ve started scening again. I just didn’t have the libido for vanilla sex so we started up with some light bondage to get things moving. From there he started using the crop again on me and while it hurt (a lot sometimes), something in me must have liked it because it made me very wet. I was definitely not feeling any pleasure from what he was doing to me so my body’s reaction confused me a bit. His goal was to make me cry and he did succeed, fucking me while my arms were tied to the corners of the bed and tears rolling down my cheeks. When I came, I came pretty hard. I used to like a bit of pain with things, it made him happy, and I was obviously getting some enjoyment out of it even if I wasn’t feeling it at the time so I just went with it.
I was reading some erotica and the Wartenberg pinwheel was used in one of the scenes and I thought it might be something I would like. We had bought one ages ago and played with it a little bit but it didn’t really do anything for me. The next time we fooled around, I was blindfolded and he was using the crop on my nipples and I was getting close to my limit when he stopped with the crop and rolled the pinwheel on my nipples. He had to cover my mouth to stifle the screams. He did it a few more times (with barely any pressure he told me), all the while with me screaming into his hand over my mouth. When he stopped and undid my ankle cuffs he was amazed at how wet I was. When he made me come, he sucked on my battered nipple and it made everything so much more intense.
I was very confused. I’ve always known I’m on the masochistic side of things. When he canes me (it’s more of a rod than a cane so much more thuddy rather than stingy), it feels incredible, each stroke driving my arousal higher and higher. Yes, there’s a bit of pain with it, but the pleasure outweighs it. Using erotica as my guide, and yes I know it’s a poor guide, masochists were supposed to feel the pain as pleasure where all I did was scream at how much it fucking hurt. We talked about it for several nights, the seeming disconnect between my body translating this pain into pleasure but bypassing me somehow. He wanted to try it again.
The second time went much like the first except I was better prepared for the pain this time around. I started arcing my back while he was using the wheel on me, still screaming into his hand on my mouth. My body started to feel floaty and when he asked me if I had had enough, I was tempted to say, “No,” but I didn’t. Again he marveled at how wet I was and his mouth on my tender nipple helped send me into a great orgasm. Afterwards, I was more comfortable with my reactions. Maybe this was how it was supposed to go for me. Maybe there was no disconnect. It still fucking hurt, but even though I was screaming in pain, my body was finding pleasure in it.
The third time I was well prepared for what was going to happen to me. He suggested doing it because I needed to get out of my head for a while and I needed to feel some pain so this was the best and safest way to do that. He had me beg to use the pinwheel on me. Over and over, the pain and the screaming, arching my back, trying to get more. I went into sub space this time. At one point I stopped screaming long enough to moan, “Oh, my God!” As soon as he felt me talk he stopped and removed his hand from my mouth and I begged him not to stop, so he covered my mouth again and went back to lightly rolling the pinwheel over my nipples. After another minute or two he stopped and asked me if I wanted more. My head was in the clouds and in blessed silence, my nipples aching and my throat raw from screaming. I decided I had had enough and he fucked me. I was so far gone that he had to use the hitachi on me to get me to come. He sucked on one of my nipples while the hitachi buzzed away and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Writing about this now has me all sorts of aroused. I suggested doing something else this weekend so we don’t fall into a rut but he really wants to do this to me again and I really want to go into sub space again. Just the silence in my head, the only noise being my deep, slow breaths. When we first started getting back into things in the summer of last year, I complained on a message board that I felt broken because things like biting that I had really liked before just hurt now and I didn’t feel like I was getting anything from it. After the past few weeks I can finally say I don’t feel broken anymore. It’s not like how I read about it in books, but it’s what is working for me. He’s really looking forward to trying out some new things with me. I haven’t really been in a position for him to give full reign to his sadistic side and now I finally am. It was not the way I thought things were going to be, but I’m content with them for now.
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My husband and I were talking last night about the repercussions of our attempt to do a contract and my anxiety about starting our dynamic back up. I mean we still have our morning ritual where he puts my necklace on me before he leaves for work, kisses the back of my neck and murmurs, “I love you, Little One,” and I reply, “I love you too, Sir.” This makes me feel safe and cherished and when I’m feeling anxious during the day, I just have to touch my pendant and know that he loves me and protects me.
He suggested last night that we start doing an hour every Wednesday night where I would wear my collar and address him as, “Sir,” and do any small tasks that I can to serve him. The thought of wearing my collar again fills me with anxiety, that I’m not going to be able to live up to his expectations. We can thank the contract for that. He went from cherishing and protecting me to being my master and disciplinarian. Service was performed but if I broke one of the clauses of the contract I was punished for it. There was an edge of fear added to our interactions because I didn’t want to be paddled if I screwed up by napping when I didn’t have permission. We only did it for two months but that was enough to change my whole perception of him.
As we were cuddling last night he apologized for breaking my trust in him. We decided to try the contract together and I really thought it would work but you can’t discipline depression and he felt as bad if not worse about meting out discipline than I did receiving it. His one hour a week idea is a way to try and build back that trust. I need to not be afraid of screwing up. I need his guidance and not his discipline. Even with the extensive conversation we had last night about it, I’m still nervous but I really want what we had back. It made me so happy to serve him, make meals that I know he really likes, go the extra step in doing something for him. I’m scared about how I’m going to get there again. There’s now performance anxiety that was never there before. Even just writing about it now is enough to ramp up my anxiety.
I love him so much and I want what we had back again. I’m on the road to recovery with my depression and I still need all the help I can get from him to get there. We’re supposed to meet up tonight for a light bondage scene and that has me nervous as well. With wearing my collar later this week, I’m not sure I can handle both. We’re going to take it very slow and see what happens, I just need the strength to say, “No,” if it gets to be too much for me. My libido is slowly coming back, but it takes a lot of gentle touching to get me ready for sex. We did fool around last night and he insisted that I call him, “Sir,” and it felt natural and good so we have that going for us.
I need to remind myself that I’m his girl and he’s there to protect and cherish me – to let me let everything go and just be his to command. Letting go of that control is what scares me the most but hopefully with some practice I’ll be able to regain my trust in him and it will get easier with time.
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The great contract experiment has come to an end. It’s actually been over for a month now but this is the first chance I’ve had to write about it. We just couldn’t keep it up. It completely changed our dynamic and our sex life dried up. My husband told me he just couldn’t do it and frankly didn’t want to be in that kind of position. He felt like he was loosing his wife. Everything in my life revolved around not getting punished and there were a few times where he just decided he really didn’t want to punish me. I thought this is what I needed and I’m still not 100% sure I don’t need it, but the way we went about it caused more problems than it solved. I still have trouble staying up in the morning but it’s more physiological due to my insomnia than depression related, and even so there’s a level of depression and exhaustion that you just can’t beat a person out of and I was there.
Right now we are trying to pick up the pieces and get back to what we had before we started the contracts, but it’s hard. My libido seems to have all but disappeared. I’d much rather hang out with my husband and knit instead of doing a scene. Two weeks ago, we had spontaneous sex and it was really good. Last week, he decided he was going to take charge and tied me down to the bed to have his way with me. I was in no way ready for this and when he asked me if I wanted to stop I said no because I hoped I’d get in the mood as things progressed. It was a situation where he forced arousal from me by going down on me, but it just didn’t last. He kept pulling out of me to make me beg him to fuck me and after the second time I was completely dry and I should have come right out and said we needed lube rather than just tell him I was dry. It ended with me being achy, him upset that he had hurt me and a bad experience all around.
We’ve been talking, trying to find ways to get me more interested in sex and doing scenes again. Last night we were laying in bed together and he was gently rubbing my side when the switch was flipped and I really wanted him to fuck me. It turned out great. There were lots of Sirs, general begging, and choking on his cock which has always been one of my favorites. It was comfortable without the edge of fear that was there last week. I want to get back to embracing that edge of fear again, but we have to take it slowly or else it will just blow up in our faces. It almost feels like we are starting all over again, which in a way I guess we are since we tried 24/7 and it just didn’t work for us, at least not that kind of 24/7.
We are going to try a scene tomorrow night and I’m more than I bit nervous about it. I have performance anxiety. What if I can’t let go? What if it just hurts? What if I can’t come? These are just some of the fears swimming around in my head. Usually we start by warming me up with spanking and that has me the most nervous of all. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to separate the sensation of being paddled for a contract infraction from the sensual feel of being spanked to warm me up for the cane. We may try to loosen me up a bit with a glass of wine before hand to see if that will calm my nerves. I know he’ll take everything very slow and if it doesn’t work out it won’t be the end of the world no matter how much it might feel that way.
I want to reconnect with him so much, to try and regain what we lost during the contract period. I know we can do it, it’s just going to take time and patience.
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We’re running into a roadblock with the new contract. In addition to the anxiety and depression, I have terrible insomnia with frequent wakings. No medication that we’ve tried (and I think we’ve tried all of them) at this point helps. Guided meditation doesn’t help. An orgasm before going to sleep sometimes helps. I’ve had a sleep study and of course fell asleep within 45 minutes but I woke up five times that night. All they seemed concerned with was that I didn’t have sleep apnea and obviously I didn’t have insomnia since I feel asleep so quickly. All that said, I have legitimate reasons to be tired during the day other than my depression and anxiety.
Legitimate reasons aside, what we are aiming for with the contract is to get me up and keep me up. This puts my husband in the position of having to tell me “No” sometimes when I ask to go back to sleep. I called him and cajoled my way around it so I could take a nap yesterday morning. Last night I didn’t fall asleep until after 3am so we decided that I could take a nap this morning before he even left for work. I was a bit tired this afternoon so I emailed him asking if I could lay down for an hour and ended up calling him anyway because he didn’t respond. He told me “Yes”, but there was a tone of resignation in his voice that I didn’t like.
Later on this afternoon we talked about it. I wanted to go back to sleep this afternoon, I didn’t really need to, but I wanted it badly enough that I had to ask his permission or face the possibility of an infraction. He feels that since I have legitimate reasons to be tired, he cannot in good conscience tell me “No” when I ask to go back to sleep. I don’t know what to do about this. I was half-expecting him to tell me “No” when I asked to lay down this afternoon, I mean I was hoping for a “Yes” but I was prepared for a “No” if that’s what he decided. It’s all well and good to say he’s going to be firm with me and tell me “No” more often when we’re in the planning stages, doing it in real time is harder for him and he’s not sure if he’s up for the challenge.
This puts the cornerstone of our contract in jeopardy. One of the main goals of the contract is to give him more control over my life and to keep day time sleep to a minimum, instead focusing my energies on self improvement, personal pursuits, and household management. It’s hard, but I can function on this little sleep, but the crux is that I don’t want to and therefore I push to be allowed to go back to sleep to get the rest I feel I deserve. He knows all of this but I think it worries him in two ways. Yes, I am tired. I average five hours of sleep a night where I really need between seven and eight to be fully functional. The second thing is a bit trickier. I think he doesn’t want me to be in a position to be mad at him when he tells me “No” which in the moment is a real possibility. It’s a catch 22 — I need someone to kick me in the ass and keep me out of bed and do stuff but I’m going to be mad at the person who is doing it to me. The night we drew up the new contract I spent a fair amount of time sulking over the amount of control I was ceding to him in it. So he doesn’t want me to be mad at him and I don’t want to have to be forced to do things I don’t want to do. Not the most conducive of arrangements.
We’re going to have a big talk about the contract and these ramifications tonight and hopefully come up with something that’s going to work for us. I need this because left to my own devices I’d just sleep the day away, lack of sleep or no because of my low grade depression. He wants to provide that structure to me but not at the cost of my hating him for it. I know I’m going to resent the hell out of this at times, it’s a natural reaction to giving up control. It won’t be fun for either of us, but it’s for the better good — a happier Tsunade and more importantly a functional Tsunade. Now we have to see if we can get past this to get to there.
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We’re getting ready to renew the contract for the month of January. Contract-wise, the past month hasn’t been too bad. He was probably a bit too lenient with me at times, and I should have been better this past week and a half with the kids home from school. I have been going back to bed these past two days, but for less time each day. Infractions were okay. The first one was hard. The second one was harder and I had a panic attack afterwards which wasn’t fun. The third one was way too easy since he was afraid of triggering another panic attack and the fourth one was about right — enough for a deterrent but not enough for a trigger.
We’ll be discussing any changes we’ll be making to the contract this weekend. Infraction counts will be set back to zero, a bit of a relief since I had two each for morning and afternoon sleep and was not looking forward to incurring a third which is a more severe punishment. Smoking is completely off the table. I know his reasoning for this one, but it still feels a little unfair that I can’t have the occasional cigarette with my sister when we are visiting my mom’s. He’s going to add a few more responsibilities and tasks to be completed which should be doable. He has a baseline of behavior to work from now and he’s going to be stricter with me which is a little scary but I think I can do it.
Living with the contract has been hard at times. December is always a bad month for me and we haven’t been having much sex. I’m not sure how much that has to do with the month or the contract. We also haven’t played at all the past month and again I’m not sure how much to chalk up to our dynamic leaving the bedroom versus me just being too stressed out. I’m hoping now that the holidays are over I can get back into the swing of things and we can start having more sex and playing on the weekends. I miss the release of getting out of my head. I think I’m going to try it this Saturday night and see how it goes. There’s a part of me that’s afraid I won’t be able to let go and it will just hurt, especially in light of the corporal punishment involved in the contract — that I won’t be able to separate the feelings. I need to relax and just go with it. I know he’ll take care of me and that it won’t be anything like the punishments logically but my belief needs some work.
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