A simple farewell...

As I said in my last post, the Her in this blog is changing. S (who I now call Precious) and I have embarked on our own D/s journey together. With that end, I thought it only fitting that Precious and I chronicle our shared journey in its own place.

So I've removed all the other posts on this blog. Not because the story with my wife was not important... but because this new one, this amazing, incredible, intoxicating one, is the one where all the action is!

You may read (and see!) all about the experiences we share on our tumblr, http://mypreciousherpet.tumblr.com. I hope we will see you there!

I've been trying to think of a title for this post and nothing's coming. But the words for this are most definitely there.

The "her" in the title of this blog is changing.

In retrospect, I really couldn't tell you how or when it started to change... but S and I are very definitely moving into a D/s relationship together and my wife is happy to let us complete that part of each other. That doesn't mean that I'll change what I do for my wife, or how I endeavor to make her life easier, but that kinky side of me is now being encouraged and brought out by S. In ways that I certainly never expected.

Tuesday night, she asked if we could play (rather than me helping her pack to move which had been the original plan). I don't think there was ever any doubt that I would accept! She asked me to bring the bag of toys (along with some new items for her to try out on me) and to come ready for fun!

Shortly after I arrived at her house, she asked me to get out my collar... and a lock. On it went, and then we sat, casually, in her garage while she smoked a cigarette. My head was already swimming. After she finished smoking, she told me to wait downstairs for her for a few minutes. I nervously played with my collar while I sat on her couch, waiting for her signal to come upstairs... I had barely finished reading the text before I was off the couch and on my way up. I walked into the room and she was resplendent, wearing incredibly sexy lingerie. She told me to strip, then to pull out the wrist and ankle cuffs... and of course, the locks that go with them. On they went, and then I sat on the bed.

And then she surprised me.

She stood and walked across the room, returning with a gift-wrapped box and a card. I opened the card to read, P, This is for us. My silly little way of cementing this new relationship we are exploring together. I love you!! S.

Opening the box, I found two smaller packages inside. My eyes were first drawn to a set of tethers, and my mind immediately set off into fantasies about how they might be used... and then my sight fell upon the second item.

I don't want to oversell this, but it's hard to really put into words how it felt. It was a new ball gag. One toy that rarely saw any use with my wife and I was the ball gag. She enjoys kissing way too much to give it up as you must with a gag on your sub... and I was okay with it. But to see S not only embracing the gag, but buying me a new, more comfortable one... it felt incredible. Indescribable. I looked at her, the biggest smile I could possibly make on my face... I hugged her. Kissed her. Told her I loved her. That it was all so perfect.

I won't go into a blow-by-blow of the rest of the night, but I have never had my kinky itch scratched like I did that night. Bound, spread eagle to her bed. Gagged. Blindfolded. Nipples thoroughly tortured... and cock thoroughly teased. All of that ending in making love to the most wonderful girlfriend I could have asked for. And then getting home to find my wife was so charged up by what she knew S and I were doing that she had taken care of her own pleasure in my absence.

So I don't know the details of what's changing. S and I haven't figured out the finer points of our D/s relationship. But it is there, it is exciting, and god damn is it hot. And my wife is all for it. I truly am the luckiest boy in the world.