So about that play date …
Actually, before we even get into that, let’s just reflect on my general saintliness in tolerating the whole mess Mary created when she decided to introduce diapers into our relationship. Let’s just … let’s just remember that because I know how the mists ...
2021-10-27 13:01:03 +0000 UTC View Post“There you are,” Mary said from the doorway to our bedroom.
“Here I am.”
“I wrap up my workday and I expect my little woman to be making me dinner,” she said as she sat down on the bed next to me. I’d been laying there for two hours napping and reading my phone and nappi...
2021-10-25 16:14:40 +0000 UTC View PostI am so many kinds of fun it’s not even funny, and I should get some credit for that the next time someone accuses me of being a grumpy goose. I mean, I play along on all kinds of stuff, so people should play along with me. For goodness’s sake, it was a play date! We’ll get to that, but fir...
2021-10-21 12:35:45 +0000 UTC View PostI do NOT have an attitude … anymore. I’m not the kind of person to find themselves in a funk for no reason (um, really), but sometimes maybe as in yes, I do. Though to be fair to me, because someone needs to be, Mary did come within ten feet of me.
When she did that inconsiderate thing ...
2021-10-18 20:05:19 +0000 UTC View PostI wish I were one of the people who dressed for the season rather than the weather. They always look so stylish. September happens, and they just pretend it’s not still hot outside even though it stays hot outside here until almost November. If I tried wearing jeans in this weather, I’d pass ...
2021-10-16 13:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostWell excuse me for trying to make our home prettier … sort of.
“Daffy,” Mary called to me from our living room. I came out of our bedroom freshly dressed and looking lovely. Ya know how some days you just feel pretty? Well, dammit, I felt pretty and had a little case of twinkle toes b...
2021-10-13 20:46:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe picnic was my idea. Specifically, having a picnic and to make turkey sandwiches for it. Also, the array of sides and the dessert. The activities surrounding the picnic were Mary’s idea. I informed Mary of the menu (and that I was taking her on a picnic, when she asked me why I was telling h...
2021-10-11 13:52:04 +0000 UTC View PostI think Mary’s plan is to keep me always a little miffed and always a lot in love with her. She likes it when I’m twitterpated and conflicted and all squirmy. How weird. She’s weird. That’s what she is.
I couldn’t help but notice as she was getting dressed for her work gathering t...
2021-10-06 13:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post“I know what you’re doing,” I told Mary because I knew what she was doing and wanted her to know I knew what she was doing. And she knew I knew and that I wanted her to know, and I knew that wouldn’t change her mind. A lot of knowing glances passed between us.
“I know you don’t ...
2021-10-03 19:23:18 +0000 UTC View PostI’m not saying I’m great. I’m just saying that my chroniclers will one day write, “Whatsoever she did, she did with utmost grace and surety, as though the apotheosis of womankind.” Surely beauty, munificence, and pleasure should follow one such as me all the days of my life, and my word...
2021-09-29 13:04:38 +0000 UTC View PostMary talks me into stuff. She’s very good at it. I talk myself into stuff, like that time I talked myself into asking for a domestic discipline lifestyle relationship and handed over the reins to Mary. Not literal reins, of course, because that’s not one of our kinks. We did try it once and ...
2021-09-26 14:26:32 +0000 UTC View PostMary and I had words after I got back from Nana’s, and “got back” is how I’m describing it even though she’d describe it as getting picked up. Specifically picked up by her, knocking on the door and cheerfully asking, “Ready to go home,” when Nana let her in. I have knock-and-enter ...
2021-09-21 13:13:06 +0000 UTC View PostSMACK! “I’m not interested in the opinion of little girls with spanked butts and wet tushes.” Thus spake Zarathustra. Or Mary. Mary said it. It was a rather mean thing to say, if you ask me, and I did ask me and I think it was a rather mean thing to say even if she was being super sweet abo...
2021-09-18 02:25:04 +0000 UTC View Post“Hi, Nana,” I said with a voice one might characterize as purposefully mopey as I was in search of sympathy and went outside specifically hoping she would be in her yard doing nana stuff.
“Hi, Daffy. You don’t sound as cheerful as you did yesterday.”
“Can I come over?” 2021-09-14 13:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post
“Can I tell you a secret,” my Mary asked me. We’d made it out to the island, which we had all to ourselves courtesy of it being an ungodly hour just before dawn. You gotta watch the sunrise sometimes; you’ll regret it if you don’t.
“You can tell me anything,” I said from my cu...
2021-09-12 12:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostYa know how excited people get when they fit into something from their high school years? Well, I fit into something from my preschool years. Glass half full? Of course, I never did like being so petite. I’m not abnormally short. I’m just short. And I wish stores wouldn’t have such high she...
2021-09-09 13:57:30 +0000 UTC View PostI’m okay. Really. I just had a bad dream that something happened to Mary. It’s totally reasonable after such a dream that I’d roll over and koala her whole body so tight that when we woke up she’d say, “Aww, look who thinks she’s big enough to be the big spoon.”
“Am too,” ...
2021-09-06 12:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post“Ow,” I squeaked as I eased my butt down onto one of our nice new patio chairs. Been quite a week. Did I ever mention Mary is mean? Cuz she is. She is just mean. In wonderful ways that are part of why I adore her and everything, but maintenance spankings aren’t supposed to be the same as pu...
2021-09-04 12:46:42 +0000 UTC View PostOscar Wilde said, “There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” Not that I ever read Oscar Wilde, but Frasier Crane did, and I binged a lot of Frasier over the course of the pandemic.
Just one week to go until we’re fu...
2021-09-02 13:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostOf the two of us, we had assumed that if one of us was going to have nasty side effects from our shots, it would be me. But nope; Mary did. Nothing major, though. She just felt like she had the flu for a couple days.
I think it’s a domme thing, being sick and vulnerable and then, when she...
2021-08-31 13:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Hi readers,
Firstly, I hope you’ve been able to enjoy your summer and that you’re all healthy, happy, and well. I appreciate your support more than you can know. Just knowing there are people who like my writing, and that I’m not writing just for me, has made a real difference not jus...
2021-08-28 16:53:45 +0000 UTC View PostBefore you judge me, please understand I was just trying an experiment, sorta to prove a point. See, if Mary was gonna simulate me ... doing that thing, I was curious if what she was really doing was trying to ease me into doing it for real. She has given me plenty of reasons to be suspicious, li...
2021-08-28 16:23:36 +0000 UTC View PostI didn’t do anything. Let’s just lay that fact out there, and let’s keep it in mind for the duration of the tale I’m about to relate to you, for it is fanciful and strange and nothing that follows will seem wondrous or even make sense if you don’t remember that Marley was dead to begin ...
2021-08-27 13:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostI was really not liking my brain that day. Or actually, not my brain. My brain and I are on the same side. We’ll blame my heart. I myself am more than the sum of my parts, so I’ll be blameless while one of my parts takes the wrap.
The problem is for some inexplicable reason that I’ve ...
2021-08-25 13:05:08 +0000 UTC View PostMary is sweet as sugar candy, maybe even almost as sweet as me, and I’ve been described sometimes as being cloying and treacly what with my tendency to cling to partners like a koala to a tree. And that’s fine and dandy for Mary to be sweet as sugar candy. She’s very attentive when she’s ...
2021-08-22 00:25:13 +0000 UTC View PostMary stopped mid-step and looked up at me, obviously surprised. I could see the blush rising in her cheeks (so I know she has at least some sense of shame). It’d been a long while since I hit the red light button. We had a moment when we just looked at each other, that kind of awkwardness the w...
2021-08-20 12:12:38 +0000 UTC View PostI am not a little girl.
I got good grades in high school. I played sports and was good at some of them. I had friends. I got good grades in college. I had friends there, too. I had girlfriends. I walked all by my lonesome into the kink scene where people like me have great big targets on ou...
2021-08-18 22:28:40 +0000 UTC View PostAssholes! Assholes assholes assholes! And butt faces.
I went inside, washed my hands, dried my hands, and threw the dish towel back on the counter because I am fierce. Or just pissed off. And to compound my crappy morning, I knocked a glass on the floor. Mary almost instantly appeared.
<... 2021-08-16 13:01:08 +0000 UTC View PostMary and I haven’t exactly gotten along today, and that’s never what you want on Easter. The problem is that I am indisputably right, and I wish Mary would stop disputing me. It began between the shower and zoom church, when Mary got an Easter “outfit” ready for me.
“Mary, I’d r...
2021-08-15 18:05:22 +0000 UTC View PostMary was so on my shit list today. I mean, how was I the one in trouble? I was the wronged party! She … urgh! Dammit! I was not a happy camper.
“Mary, please,” I asked for the bajillionth time.
“Sorry, Daff, I just can’t see what’s bothering you so much.”
“You ca...
2021-08-09 13:21:23 +0000 UTC View Post