The start..

Where do I start? With descriptions of my lovely morning, feeling his whip first, and his reward afterwards..? Of all the lovely things I have written about in my Danish blog? (No won't tell them now, but ruthlessly steal my own stories and experiences, when I have nothing else to tell about. And you luckily won't know the difference..) Will I tell you the things that makes me curious, or the things that make my cunt go wet by thoughts alone..?


Or do I start with the beginning? How I lived more or less without a sex life for several years, when I met my boyfriend, my Mr. How he tenderly, slowly, with the smoothest of touches, with caring, knowing, empathetic hands taught me ways of pleasure, I had never known before. Or had the skill to give in to.. 


I always used to think, that it was annoying if not just silly and unnecessary with the slaps in my ass I had been introduced to by other men. And now spankings are all over my fantasies, and my body quivers when the first blow hits me. I quiver from pleasure, expectation, need, and from wanting the hand, the whip, so badly.. I quiver from the way he changes mode during the spankings, mixing them with soft caressing touches, kisses.. And, I want it all..


I am now all woman with capital W, with a corset, with my own favourite toys. The collar, I love, the collar which implies that all resistance must go, when he puts it on.. Not that I am that good at resisting anything, I want it too badly to put up a very good act..


Or will I tell you something in a more philosophical way, the way many uses in their blogs, of the submissive woman, who almost completely gives up herself in giving herself up to him. To the man, who decides all for her, sexually, as well as in everyday life. And telling you in a way using intellectual reasons, explanations, excuses?


That is not who I am, I think? I am a woman with my own career and lots of responsibilities in everyday life, and with so much power in everything I do, that I enjoy giving myself and forgetting myself in the sexual submissiveness to him. But in an everyday life, Mr is my boyfriend, we are equals, he is my best friend, and we can, for instance when we cook together, talk just as well about politics, work, as of naughty fantasies..


Am I kidding myself? I am very good with words, such as defense mechanisms, intellectual interpretation, excuses, etc., and I could be just hiding behind words.. I can debate myself out of any situation, who am I to say, I am submissive, a masochist..


But, when he calls me his Slut, I am instantly turned on..


P.S. I don't need to say anything about being an exhibitionist, do I..