I feel very much the same way. Writing has helped me process and understand what has been happening in my head and in my body. I have come to appreciate my overt sense of sexuality, and have gotten away from the feeling that it is something to be squashed and hidden.
I am very proud of my blog. It began as a private journal, just for the two of us, but after a year and a bit we decided to take it public. That has been a fantastic adventure. It is a part of my life that has been fun and inspiring, and I’ve been delighted to share it.
The blog went from strength to strength, and at the end of the year we decided to do something rather special. We turned it into a book. We combined the best bits from the blog with the contents of my private journal to show the full path that my journey of discovery has taken.
But, of course, the adventures did not end there…
A mini multiple orgasm challenge—with a few pussy slaps thrown in for fun—was what we had decided to do. It was the second day of my period, so from my point of view the more orgasms the better!
It took a bit for the power exchange to be established: he had to keep telling me to open my legs and keep my hands behind my head. It was hard. I was struggling with opening up to it all; I was terrified that he might let loose with some really hard pussy slaps. He kept the level tolerable, but it was still hard going.
So he decided to shut me up. I was told not to say anything, unless it was my safeword. That was a good idea! Pussy slaps and hard-core Fairy Wanding are staples for us, but it is the power exchange that is the hottest for me. That, and watching him feast upon my suffering.
About the point where it was edging towards just fucking hurting I began to focus on his face. I watched his eyes as the sound of each slap echoed the sensation going through my body. I saw the rapturous bliss of his inner sadist. He is a very bad man, and I like it like that.