I’ve a fetish for shoes but not just any. Louboutins. I am an addict and recently purchased, or should I say, had purchased for me, my 7th and costliest pair. A beautiful pair of purple snakeskin booties with 120 mm heels. I get these because I not only have a financial submissive in Manhattan who is a fabulous chef and owner of an incredible restaurant but because now I’m at a position in life where I CAN. I now have insurance on my shoes and a security system that centers on my shoes. I love them, I’m addicted to them and cannot have enough pairs. The feeling of power and authority and self confidence I have wearing these works of art is immeasurable and he last paid fuels the need for the next pair even more. These shoes belong in MoMA, whether on display on a shelf or on my feet. Regardless, I deserve them and want more. As narcissistic as this sounds, I have these because I have wonderful people who take care of my wants.
During my trip to Colorado I was reminded that additional and exterior influences to my relationship are not necessary. They’re nice, but not the answer to a wonderful committed relationship.
We’ve experimented much over the past year. And as exciting as these experiments were, they never led to a completely fulfilling outcome. In fact, often these experiments led to friction, misunderstanding, annoyance, anger and distrust. I finally realized that trying to create something we didn’t really need only caused bigger problems. Sometimes having no plan is the best plan.
Spending a week in a relaxed atmosphere with nobody influencing our interactions, where we could sit without interruption, where we could enjoy the atmosphere and climate and people without the harried intensity only reaffirmed that when external influences become overwhelming, they need to be eliminated.
To date, our triad relationships have almost always invoked the three of us except for a couple times where we agreed my husband would see the female apart from our normal visit. At no time did I spend time alone with the female.
My husband was out of town on business and our newest girl and I decided to build his anticipation and excitement for getting home. She came over to the house late one morning after we had a workout together and seduced me into seducing her.
I love using a strap on and I used my favorite black one. The harness fits in such a way that wearing it with a dildo provides me immense stimulation. But prior to penetrating her, I pushed her onto the bed, directed her to spread her legs and I went down on her, putting two fingers in her, slamming her pussy hard and simultaneously licking her clit. I brought her to climax multiple times, felt my aggression build, climbing on her and forcing my cock inside of her. As I built on my thrusts she lifted her back off the bed and and I pounded her over and over. Slamming her repeatedly, the headboard of my bed banged into the wall and her screams were highly audible and will probably once again draw the wrath of our neighbors much like the last time.
Our session was somewhat abbreviated but nonetheless erotic and sensual. We made a short video and sent it to our man, getting the response we hoped for. After a week on the road, he was certainly ready for a night with us.
Submissive “G” continues to be my top submissive, not because of what he does for me but because he’s growing as a person, both professionally and personally.
“G” is managing a large project, one that he may not have had the confidence to tackle a year ago. His service to me is as much about his growth as it is making my life better. He’s done both splendidly. Watching him tackle this project and handle his associates and business partners with confidence thrills me beyond belief. He has been a wonderful project to take on and he has not let me down. He is calm and self assured and that’s what pleases me the most. I’ve worked hard to get him to this point and I see such potential ahead for him. He’s truly made himself my best submissive and I’ll cherish that forever.
And as quickly as one door closes, another door opens.
Triads are interesting and challenging and we’ve had more failures than successes yet we continue searching and have come to realize that it’s not the third person that’s the “unicorn”; it’s actually us.
We closed a chapter over the past week and started a new, optimistic relationship that may offer the promises we hoped for in all the other relationships. We’ve always set our requirements and desires for a third person high and the latest has certainly not disappointed.
We’ve started down a new path and one we look forward to with great optimism. Sexually there’s a wonderful dynamic and there is wonderful physical chemistry. But there’s an intellectual component that we could have only hoped for and we certainly feel as though we’ve hit the triad lottery.
Interestingly enough, we don’t plan on changing our approach or desires. If she works out, we’ll be thrilled. If not, it will be another lesson learned.
It’s been too long since I’ve put something in writing about my personal relationships and I think I may wait a little while before I do so. I’d like to determine the trajectory of some of my relationships before I finally put their resolution in writing.
Professionally, however, my clientele continues to grow and that expansion brings with it a wonderful new set of personalities and stories. My latest client is “H”, an older and incredibly articulate submissive who suffers from erectile dysfunction. He paid for a 30 minute video session but I gave more time because he was so inquisitive and interesting. I love when a submissive takes a genuine interest in me because I always have a genuine interest in them. “H” was curious about my orgasms, about what pleased me, about what I felt when having sex. He reminded me of a doctor with a fabulous bedside manner who would take the time to ask about your symptoms in order to better diagnose the problem. “H” and I talked for 45 minutes and yes, he wanted to get off so there absolutely was an ulterior motive, but his interest was genuine and the admiration of his Goddess quite real.
I got to the end of the session, left him with a little extra something to imagine and fantasize over and went on my way. I do so hope to see him again!!
I certainly don’t say enough about my top financial submissive. He’s a wonderful little puppet, dancing happily at the end of my string, giving me everything I want and need. A new Tory Burch purse, a weekly gift, trips to the bank, gift cards and a promise that his inheritance becomes mine.
He’s so gloriously compliant with my demands and is truly a puppet, a pet, a little boy. His cock needs continual discipline and torture. I love the time he spends with me. He’s learning how to be a better submissive, more obedient and focused on my needs, demands and desires. I would not have this any other way and it will be a wonderful day when he’s able to provide for every need and I may cast aside the other submissives who become so fragile and demanding despite the fact that they are…
“g” lives for my happiness and pleasure. Every morning he greets me, throughout the day he checks up on me and if I say, “g”, I need money put in my account, he does it. He works all day for me, then comes home to work even more for me.
True devotion and submission.