[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Was in a conversation with Mrs. G. The absolute specifics allude me but the conversation in general went something like.

Her: I hope you’re ok with staying locked.

Me: I am. After all it seems like my balls and tongue are all that matters anymore.

Her: that’s why the other thing is locked away.

Me: I guess all I need to do now is figure out how to grow a tongue where my dick used to be.

Her: ewww! I never thought of that before. Ball slapping and licking all at the same time. If you could do that then you would be the perfect man.

[Tongue+groove]

So I’m setting at the kitchen island eating a breakfast sandwich she made me. She starts making her breakfast smoothie in her ninja blender. First thing in is a banana standing upright, then she plops in some vanilla yogurt. There’s a glob left running down the banana. I just sat there staring.

She starts to snicker and says, you really are messed up.

Then she pulls out some blueberries saying, and now we add a whole bunch of little bitty balls.

Next with quite a grin, some frozen strawberries. I left the room to avoid witnessing everything being blended. I didn’t need to hear anything she had to say about that act of blending.

[Tongue+groove]

In her current romance novel the phrase, “she noticed he had pitched a tent” was used. She was amused by it because she hadn’t heard that phrase since she was in h.s.

She went out of her way to keep using it every chance she could with me.

How long since you have pitched a tent?

Do you remember how to pitch a tent?

Let’s go camping, I’ll let you pitch the tent.

Then as I was cleaning up in the morning I noticed something unusual. I told her that a few hours out might help keep it from getting worse. She agreed. I put on my underwear and she says, are you pitching a tent or is that what you’ve always looked like unlocked? It’s been so long I can’t remember.

And of course every dig comes with a good laugh from her. One of our conversations went something like,

Me: you have no idea what it’s like to deal with when a young lad pitches an uncontrollable tent.
Her: yeah right.
Me: seriously, your in class and the bell rings and you can’t stand to leave without everyone noticing. It can be embarrassing because you can’t control it and girls tease you just like your doing to me.

Her: why can’t you control it? Honestly guys and their penises have a strange relationship.

Me: how did you wrangle me into such a conversation? There’s no way you could ever understand.

Her: I know it’s just fun to watch you being frustrated.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I’ve always wondered what the female variation of random unwanted erections might be?
I think every guy has at least one potentially traumatizing story of having to deal with an unexpected boner from his youth.

[Tongue+groove]

We’re getting ready to go visit some friends this evening. Mrs. G picks up her leather belt and shakes it at me. Then she smacks my bare thigh with the tongue end.

What was that for?

I left this coiled up in plain sight for two days as a reminder to you, and not a single word from you.

Sorry, I didn’t notice it.

You didn’t notice?, maybe next time I’ll need to be sure to give you reason to notice.

[denied_one]

The internets are a funny place

People will herd everyone into their idea of how a dynamic looks

Sometimes topping from the bottom isn't topping.

It's being helpful.

Totally depends on the dynamic.

Next time it's out....ask Her for a belt whuppin

[Tongue+groove]

Sometimes topping from the bottom isn't topping.

Late yesterday evening I was scurrying about looking to see if the belt was presenting itself. She asked what I was doing.

“I’m checking to see if the belt was anywhere. I didn’t want to not notice it.”

“I’m still wearing it. When I ‘need’ it I’ll leave it available. I’m tired and have to work tomorrow, let’s go to bed.”

So I’m trying to figure out if I see the belt coiled up in a highly visual location what should I do?

Just make mention of its presence. Or bring it to her as an act of submission and respect.

Her response options to either action are endless. Part of me thinks she is unknowingly slipping into a modified form of flr . I really don’t think her psyche would allow her to be the head of our marriage, but I do think she likes the power shift dynamic of knowing I will submit to her when she has the urge.

She has frequently made it clear that she expects her man to be a man, her knight in shining armor, as it’s been said before. It’s the part about expecting to being treated as a queen should be treated that is coming out in her.

It’s when you defend to the death and submit to the service of your queen that life is more than good.

[gggxthree]

bring it to her, and kneel and present it to her.

[Tongue+groove]

. bring it to her, and kneel and present it to her.

I thought about that and addressing her as my queen and presenting the belt as her sceptre.

Then it hit me how serious she might take the gesture and I didn’t laugh so hard afterwards. Simply because some of the ideas she has been coming up with have been really out of character. It’s almost as if she is trying to prove that she’s more spumoni than vanilla.

Buutttt, I am a sucker for a challenge so given the opportunity I will probably make the gesture.

Just what does one wear or not wear to a sceptre presentation?

[denied_one]

. bring it to her, and kneel and present it to her.

I thought about that and addressing her as my queen and presenting the belt as her sceptre.

Then it hit me how serious she might take the gesture and I didn’t laugh so hard afterwards. Simply because some of the ideas she has been coming up with have been really out of character. It’s almost as if she is trying to prove that she’s more spumoni than vanilla.

Buutttt, I am a sucker for a challenge so given the opportunity I will probably make the gesture.

Just what does one wear or not wear to a sceptre presentation?

For this one I'd go your apron and nothing else hehehe