This past week has been one of curiosity and change, even fear. For the first time in more than a decade Master is now unemployed, leaving him at least temporarily, to get used to the role of “house-husband”. I’d love to say that he’s taken to it like a duck to water, though some training may be required. 

Saturday we saw Lewis – again – to sort out my photo ID. There were jokes about having only seen one another recently, but that’s not a bother – his is the kind of company I quite enjoy.

 We’re immediately back into our usual witty repertoire. 

“I’d let you move in but I fear I’d be passing up my share of the bed if I do” I say. It’s a playful jab at the frequency of his recent visits, as well as the close relationship between Master and Lewis. 

“It depends how much he snores” Lewis replies. 

“He doesn’t, he attempts to awaken the dead” I reply with a smirk. Master shoots me a look but he’s not really mad. I wink playfully at him.

Whilst we sort out the formalities the topic of work and my blog comes up, and I wind up – very loosely – telling Lewis about what I do. I deliberately neglect to mention anything about my submissive disposition. I focus purely on the need to know: “I’m a sex blogger and this is who I’ve written for” kind of stuff.

I shudder to think what the boys would think if they ever found out that I identify as sexually submissive: I think Lewis would probably torment me, Taylor would be my new best, best friend if only for a chance to get his dick sucked, and Sean apparently has something of a Dominant desire. Not that I’d be interested; I don’t think of any of Master’s friends in that way, and I‘m sure – or at least I hope – neither do they me. 

It turns out, another of our friends was also a blogger, albeit he did movie reviews, rather than sex. Tom has his difficulties so it can be hard to have conversations with him sometimes, we do manage to talk about music occasionally, though. 

I’ve enjoyed the company of Sir JGood and Slowly-turned-Fetlife friend, Martin, this week. I’ve noticed something of a change in the winds with Sir JGood, though I’m not sure if I’m imagining things. There’s something of a closer relationship between us lately, or at least a closer chemistry. I resisted it at first, all too aware of the rules that bind us and the pains of my past, yet I have to learn that I cannot control that which is not mine to control – I cannot stop people from wanting involvements with me if they do, I can only set my own boundaries when it comes to my involvements with them.  

I suppose I knew we were up shit creek when the eyerolling begun. 

Ironic, too, that I may have mentioned my “Scottish friend” (although he’s not really Scottish 😝) to my neighbour once or twice. Funny that my neighbour doesn’t seem to like the taste of his own medicine. 

Sir JGood and I talked Mills & Boon books too, and I told Sir that he “had me at Mills & Boon” – we are “simpatico”, again, in that regard. I introduced Sir to my favourite Miills & Boon Book, and Sir mentioned that it reminded him of Sun Tzu’s “The Art Of War”.

Let me just say, that a man who speaks my language is very, very dangerous indeed.

A quick Mum update: Mum is doing really quite well, she’s now got her pain under control with stretches and pain relief while she awaits surgery. She’s joined a Clauda Equina support group and she’s drawn loads of inspiration from the stories she’s read, so although she knows she’s going to be quite sore immediately after the surgery, she is already looking forward to the future. Apparently some people gain an inch or two in height post-surgery too, so she’s also looking forward to that. 

We did discuss yesterday what jobs she might like me to take on whilst she recovers, and she told me that she’d like me to be a stripper – sorry, she’d like me to be a wallpaper stripper, in my teenage bedroom with its magnificent views over the River Severn and south Wales. I expect my work-to-staring-out-of-the-window ratio to be about 1:4 – I adore that view. 

I’m kind of miffed that she’s found some contractor to do the gardening for her, though – I like gardening! 

There was a blowjob this week, which you can read about on our Ten Shades Unchained page. We’re trying a new way of doing things: it’s still our somethings, but, Lovelies, not everything in life can be free 😉 

Master and I did sit down to the latest installment of Channel 4’s Open House: The Great Sex Experiment tonight, something of a weekly treat for us. I‘m not sure why we watch it because our opinion is the same every time – there’s always one that thinks it will be a good idea and one who wants to be anywhere but there, then the one who hated the idea gets flirted with and thinks the people are really nice, meanwhile, the one who thought it would be fun sees their partner get flirted with and storms off in a jealous rage. We ourselves gave up ethical non-mongogamy for some time and following some difficulties, but we’re gradually returning to it with tentative, baby steps, better communication and a better understanding of what we both want from this. In fact, we’ve even now launched a ENM channel on our Discord server!

Master and I both discussed our last experiences again tonight, and we both agreed that it was a “shame” that things went the way they did with L and N – L and I fell into a kind of “accidental” relationship which had the tendency to go to “DEFCON1” (intense flirting and mutual orgasm) a lot, and Master and N got along too. Even if their relationship wasn’t as sexually charged, it was slowly warming up. 

 I don’t want to go into it too much except to say that there was an array of events that eventually led to me throwing in the towel. I’m not proud of the way that I behaved, however, people do have a tendency to lash out when they feel as though they’re being mistreated. 

I have spent much of my evening wandering about in a white cami and black trousers in a desperate bid to try and keep cool, and to which I took too much delight in teasing Sir JGood about my braless (later admittedly topless) state. Master too commented on me having “ya boobs out” when he got back from football training  – even if they were technically away at the time – so it seems that boobs or near-boobs are a surefire way to grab a man’s attention. I’ll be sure to make some notes. 

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Stay safe & have fun,

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