It finally happened, my Mommy locked our first collar around my neck! Not only is this a BIG step in our relationship that we're taking together it's the first time she's actually taken that leap putting a collar on a sub, and the first time I've likewise been collared.
It's also the first collar of our relationship. Allow me to clarify: first things first, everyone's different and what one couple might do in their dynamic may not be what another does. Some Dom/mes will only give their slave one collar ever. Others may do them in steps, with two or three collars. For us, this is not the final step in the relationship yet, this collar... in vanilla terms, is sort of like an engagement. I'm still completely devoted to her, and have an accessory on my body symbolizing this - symbolizing our eternal love, but we haven't gotten to the point of having a ceremony and exchanging vows/oaths and drafting up a contract. But we're acknowledging that things are heading in that direction, that (relatively) soon we'll be doing it.
Even though we haven't had the ceremony, drafted contracts, etc... we're still bonded for life. It's not less meaningful, it's showing one another that we're going to do that. That we're taking steps in that direction and wish it could happen now, but there's things in both our lives that are keeping us from being able to completely and fully devote all our attention to one another at the moment, but our hearts and lives are no less linked and locked together like the clasps on the collar. That she still fully encompasses me, my entire life - she's all around me 24/7, much like the collar fully encompasses my neck and remains on 24/7.
My Mommy/Mistress said it best, better than I ever could. "I want you to know that... at the click of that lock our fate is sealed: YOU ARE MINE! I OWN YOU. So when you wrap this collar around your neck think that it signifies our eternal love coming full circle. This is only just the beginning of our eternity together."
Indeed... that's just it, the beginning. It doesn't mean we're any less devoted to each other... but mostly that the timing's not right for the "final" collar, and that we're not at that point in our journey, yet... My training's not yet complete. I've still got a long way to go and a lot of maturing and growing to do as her slave to deserve the final collar. But despite that, she's still committing to me, and I to her, and we're showing the world. And I love that... I love that though she owns me fully and completely (and now... definitely will FOREVER) she likewise gave me her heart and is showing me that she'll keep me around forever, that I'll always be one of her most prized possessions.
It makes me happy beyond words. Even before the collar I felt like I'd serve her forever, but now it's definite. Now I KNOW I'll always be at her feet. It makes me feel so safe... so grateful. I can't explain it. The collar's heavy so I never get "used" to it I can always feel it, it serves as a constant reminder that I'm hers and always will be and I LOVE it. I've cried so many times since getting it, but tears of joy. Really... this is the happiest I've been. Period.
I want to shout it from the rooftops, I want the whole world to know that no matter what happens in this world I'll always be my Mommy's and she'll always have me. No matter what. Neither of us will ever be alone again. Ever.
It's also nice because it shows others involved in the lifestyle my status (as a submissive) and that I am owned. Which I love... I want them to know... I want them to know I've got the best Mommy in the world... I can't wait to get some tags for it. And it's a unique enough collar (with the O ring for a leash, the lock in the back, and the custom design) that to people not actively involved in the lifestyle but familiar with it it's obvious that it's not JUST a fashion choice that it has a function, too... so it tells (most) of them hands off. I have gotten some leers/liplicking but no advances, if any come they've got another fucking thing coming because NO ONE'S going to try to come between my Mommy and I without some scars and bruises.
Now, the unusual thing is, even after getting the eventual final collar... I think someday I'd still like to marry my Mommy, but that's another post for another day. For now, this collar's made me the happiest sub... no... the happiest man on earth and I'll remain that way for quite some time. I can't help playing with it, jiggling the leash-ring, twisting it around my neck... I can't keep from smiling all goofy... it's like I'm falling in love all over again but so much stronger. It's yet another example of how just when I think things couldn't get any better, or that I couldn't possibly love her anymore, she shocks the shit out of me / slaps me silly and I fall even deeper, even harder for her. And the best part is, I've got a whole lifetime... a whole eternity... of this to look forward to because I'll always be my Mommy's/Mistress's/Girlfriend's/Lover's/Queen's/Goddess's/Owner's/Top's/Pitbull's Babyboy/Sub/Bend Over Boyfriend/Lover/Servant/Worshipper/Slave/Bottom/FooFoo Dog and though I didn't know it growing up, I know now... that that's all I've ever wanted and all I'll ever want.
Breastfeeding
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
AB + Mommy Relationship Clarification
In case there was any confusion, Mommy and I wanted to clarify some things about our relationship as adult baby and Mommy. That is, we are not "strictly" baby and mother.
While she takes care of, nurtures, and is very loving towards me - much like a mother to her baby (including changing my diapers and breastfeeding me which I LOVE it is perhaps one of my favorite parts of our relationship it just makes me love her that much more) that is not the only thing we do. I am not confined to locked diapers (I'm diapered 24/7, but I wouldn't dare try to take them off), the locked mittens, locked pacifier, etc... I'm free to walk around, speak my mind, interact with my environment and my MistressMommy. I dress in whatever my Mommy wants me to, but that doesn't include silly gigantic-sized babyclothes since she doesn't like sissifying me.
So at the end of the day, though I'm my Mommy's babyboy who she loves, nurtures, protects, and watches over... I'm also her lover and she's mine. But she's my Mistress, too - her happiness is tantamount. I'm truly her submissive, her bottom... and how can I actually serve her, please her, tend to her every need and desire if I'm all locked up, sissified, and made to be like an enormous infant?
In those strict AB/Mommy situations, the Mommy's carrying out all the actions so at first glance she seems like the top, but in reality... what's she getting out of it? She's doing all the work (I don't care what anyone says, changing diapers and trying to put a mittened and spreader-diapered adult into a highchair, crib, etc or push him in a stroller is HARD FUCKING WORK), but where's her reward beyond simply doing something humiliating, degrading, and disgusting for BOTH parties? If the sub's not into taking things that far, then it's probably a good punishment but it seems like it kind of punishes the Dom, too...
For example I like to try to do things to make my Mommy's life easier. I like to clean for her, cook, drive her places, carry her up the stairs if she's sore followed up by a nice relaxing massage... I can't do any of these things and she can't receive the benefits if I'm all babified. So I guess, in terms of AB, I'm a toddler not actually a baby... but I don't really "roleplay" as a youngun, either... I mean if she's taking my temp or caring for me sometimes I'll be worried/concerned and she'll comfort me, but I don't talk all silly either.
I guess, what I'm saying... is we're not full gung-ho with the AB thing. We play it a little and take some bits and pieces we like, but leave behind the ones we don't. We're still lovers, Mistress/slave, Top/bottom, Girlfriend/boyfriend, Dom/sub - my place will always be at her feet and until she says otherwise this is how it will be - I wait for her direction. As much as I like being taken care of by my Mommy, I like taking care of her, too. Because she's everything to me, and I want to see that her every need and desire is met, that she wants for nothing, etc. If I could take all the pain, displeasure, and suffering she's ever experienced and bear it myself I'd do it in a heartbeat... that's how much she means and always will mean to me. Everything.
While she takes care of, nurtures, and is very loving towards me - much like a mother to her baby (including changing my diapers and breastfeeding me which I LOVE it is perhaps one of my favorite parts of our relationship it just makes me love her that much more) that is not the only thing we do. I am not confined to locked diapers (I'm diapered 24/7, but I wouldn't dare try to take them off), the locked mittens, locked pacifier, etc... I'm free to walk around, speak my mind, interact with my environment and my MistressMommy. I dress in whatever my Mommy wants me to, but that doesn't include silly gigantic-sized babyclothes since she doesn't like sissifying me.
So at the end of the day, though I'm my Mommy's babyboy who she loves, nurtures, protects, and watches over... I'm also her lover and she's mine. But she's my Mistress, too - her happiness is tantamount. I'm truly her submissive, her bottom... and how can I actually serve her, please her, tend to her every need and desire if I'm all locked up, sissified, and made to be like an enormous infant?
In those strict AB/Mommy situations, the Mommy's carrying out all the actions so at first glance she seems like the top, but in reality... what's she getting out of it? She's doing all the work (I don't care what anyone says, changing diapers and trying to put a mittened and spreader-diapered adult into a highchair, crib, etc or push him in a stroller is HARD FUCKING WORK), but where's her reward beyond simply doing something humiliating, degrading, and disgusting for BOTH parties? If the sub's not into taking things that far, then it's probably a good punishment but it seems like it kind of punishes the Dom, too...
For example I like to try to do things to make my Mommy's life easier. I like to clean for her, cook, drive her places, carry her up the stairs if she's sore followed up by a nice relaxing massage... I can't do any of these things and she can't receive the benefits if I'm all babified. So I guess, in terms of AB, I'm a toddler not actually a baby... but I don't really "roleplay" as a youngun, either... I mean if she's taking my temp or caring for me sometimes I'll be worried/concerned and she'll comfort me, but I don't talk all silly either.
I guess, what I'm saying... is we're not full gung-ho with the AB thing. We play it a little and take some bits and pieces we like, but leave behind the ones we don't. We're still lovers, Mistress/slave, Top/bottom, Girlfriend/boyfriend, Dom/sub - my place will always be at her feet and until she says otherwise this is how it will be - I wait for her direction. As much as I like being taken care of by my Mommy, I like taking care of her, too. Because she's everything to me, and I want to see that her every need and desire is met, that she wants for nothing, etc. If I could take all the pain, displeasure, and suffering she's ever experienced and bear it myself I'd do it in a heartbeat... that's how much she means and always will mean to me. Everything.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Induced Lactation / Goldfarb Protocol
This is going to be a little more of an informative post about how, exactly, my Mommy induced lactation using the Goldfarb Protocol. I am not; however, suggesting you do this (always consult a doctor before making serious changes in your body), but if you're curious about inducing lactation, here's how we did it:
There are a few different routes you can take, depending upon how much time you have until you want to start feeding. If you absolutely can't wait, you can do it in about 2 months. You're basically going to trick your breasts into thinking you got pregnant with birth control pills. If you cannot take standard birth control pills you can use provera instead. You'll also be taking domperidone, first in combination with the bcp's and later just by itself.
So you're going to want to take birth control pills for at least 30 days before you start pumping (you'll want to be off before you start pumping) but the longer the better. If you want to do it as fast as possible:
Start taking birth control 2 months before feeding, and 20 mg of domperidone 4x a day. Do not take the placebos in the bcps just take the real ones.
1 month before feeding, suspend the bcp usage but continue taking 20 mg domperidone 4x daily. Start pumping your breasts with a double electric breast pump. You're going to want to do at least 10 minutes per breast at least 8 times a day, at least one of those being between 1 and 5 am when there's heightened milk production. You'll probably have to work your way up / ease into it - just do what you can handle. But the more frequent you can the better because the more often you pump the more milk your breasts will produce. Think about it like this... a newborn is probably going to want to feed between every 2 to 3 hours... so you're going to want to be able to pump often so you're prepared for that.
If you're doing it for ANR, you and your partner may not want to feed that often, but pump anyways.There's a lot of good information on asklenore.com - I believe it's the website of the person who developed the protocol - including pumping instructions here: http://www.asklenore.info/breastfeeding/induced_lactation/pumping_instructions.shtml
If you have more time take the bcps for over 60 days. Stop taking them 6 weeks before feeding - the first week you stop them take 10mg domperidone 4x daily, then increase to 20 mg domperidone 4x daily and stay there for the remainder of the time you're on domperidone. Start pumping 6 weeks before feeding, too.
It doesn't really matter how long you've been pumping for except to train your breast to be able to do more pumps - the frequency is what's going to actually increase your breast pump output. So you don't need to be pumping for 4 months before feeding since after a few weeks of getting used to it, you should be able to pump the recommended 8-12x daily.
When you're pumping (4 weeks before feeding for milk rush, 6 weeks for quantity buildup) you can start taking several different types of herbs to increase production, like fenugreek, mother's milk, and blessed thistle. Also, eating oatmeal everyday will increase your yield, too.
I hope you found this helpful, if you have any questions feel free to ask or check out Ask Lenore. All the information there can be a little intimidating, so this is basically the Goldfarb protocol in a nutshell. Of course you should always consult a physician before starting any medications, including bcp's. Many women can/should NOT take them. But if you can, or if you can take provera, and wish to induce lactation I wish you good luck! I'd love to hear how you did it if you did it a different way, or about your experiences in ANR.
There are a few different routes you can take, depending upon how much time you have until you want to start feeding. If you absolutely can't wait, you can do it in about 2 months. You're basically going to trick your breasts into thinking you got pregnant with birth control pills. If you cannot take standard birth control pills you can use provera instead. You'll also be taking domperidone, first in combination with the bcp's and later just by itself.
So you're going to want to take birth control pills for at least 30 days before you start pumping (you'll want to be off before you start pumping) but the longer the better. If you want to do it as fast as possible:
Start taking birth control 2 months before feeding, and 20 mg of domperidone 4x a day. Do not take the placebos in the bcps just take the real ones.
1 month before feeding, suspend the bcp usage but continue taking 20 mg domperidone 4x daily. Start pumping your breasts with a double electric breast pump. You're going to want to do at least 10 minutes per breast at least 8 times a day, at least one of those being between 1 and 5 am when there's heightened milk production. You'll probably have to work your way up / ease into it - just do what you can handle. But the more frequent you can the better because the more often you pump the more milk your breasts will produce. Think about it like this... a newborn is probably going to want to feed between every 2 to 3 hours... so you're going to want to be able to pump often so you're prepared for that.
If you're doing it for ANR, you and your partner may not want to feed that often, but pump anyways.There's a lot of good information on asklenore.com - I believe it's the website of the person who developed the protocol - including pumping instructions here: http://www.asklenore.info/breastfeeding/induced_lactation/pumping_instructions.shtml
If you have more time take the bcps for over 60 days. Stop taking them 6 weeks before feeding - the first week you stop them take 10mg domperidone 4x daily, then increase to 20 mg domperidone 4x daily and stay there for the remainder of the time you're on domperidone. Start pumping 6 weeks before feeding, too.
It doesn't really matter how long you've been pumping for except to train your breast to be able to do more pumps - the frequency is what's going to actually increase your breast pump output. So you don't need to be pumping for 4 months before feeding since after a few weeks of getting used to it, you should be able to pump the recommended 8-12x daily.
When you're pumping (4 weeks before feeding for milk rush, 6 weeks for quantity buildup) you can start taking several different types of herbs to increase production, like fenugreek, mother's milk, and blessed thistle. Also, eating oatmeal everyday will increase your yield, too.
I hope you found this helpful, if you have any questions feel free to ask or check out Ask Lenore. All the information there can be a little intimidating, so this is basically the Goldfarb protocol in a nutshell. Of course you should always consult a physician before starting any medications, including bcp's. Many women can/should NOT take them. But if you can, or if you can take provera, and wish to induce lactation I wish you good luck! I'd love to hear how you did it if you did it a different way, or about your experiences in ANR.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Bleak and Blue
When I'm with Mommy I'll usually wind up black and blue (I can be quite mischievous at times so I'll usually do SOMETHING that will incite an irate reaction out of her at least once a week... plus she likes reddening and purpling my ass even when she's pleased with me) and every color between - some I didn't know even existed in the spectrum, much less on skin - but when she's away I'm bleak and blue.
Being with her's definitely an emotional rollercoaster and while most people say that like it's a bad thing, in this case I think it's a good thing. It's not like she treats me badly or abuses me and then claims to love me so get that notion out your noggin'! It's like... when I'm with her I'm so happy I'm ecstatic, no drug can compare... but then when we're apart I'm going through severe withdrawal starting with a harsh comedown... Yet other time's if I'm going through something difficult or stressful I can just think of her, how much we love each other, and how lucky I am to be with her and it will get me through the day.
If I know what Mommy's doing / where she'll be / at least that she's okay it's not too bad. The worst is when we're apart and I can't reach her on the phone, email, text, etc... if I go a long time without hearing from her my mind starts going into overdrive imagining the most horrific scenarios possible. Like, "Oh my God! A 50 foot asteroid could have crash landed 100 feet away from her and in an effort to be first on the scene she was PANCAKED by a firetruck! Soon I'll be called to identify the scraps that were wiped up with a squeegee, NOOOOOO!" I've a vivid imagination and while I know this is jejune if I don't hear from her (and didn't know she had things to do) I begin to worry and come up with every possible scenario that could be happening (most of them negative) because she'll usually at least pick up and say, "Babyboy I'm busy I'll call you back." At least if I hear that I have some solace.
But even if I know what she's up to and that she's a-ok, I still have a hard time functioning without her. She controls me so completely that if I complete all my tasks, orders, chores, and then everything I could possibly assume she might want me to do, I just shut down and wait / stare at the wall. I used to do leisure activities like watching television, reading, playing computer games... no longer. I just can't concentrate. I'll focus on the activity for 30 seconds or so before my mind drifts back to my Mommy and I've got to rewind, reread, and reload.
It's sort of like I no longer have my own mind, my own free will. I'm not a human controlled by his brain, I'm an ant or worker bee controlled by his Queen / hive mind, and Mommy's my queen / hive mind. When I can't communicate with the hive it goes hectic, and I try as hard as I can to get back to the hive because it's all I want and know. It's my only purpose, to please, protect, and work for the good of the "colony," in this case our d/s relationship / my Mommy's happiness. The best thing I can do in this situation is try to get some sleep - so that I'm alert and active when Mommy comes back around (we often don't get much sleep at night when together, she has a tendency to ride me ragged). It puts my mind at ease, it's not racing driving me nuts thinking about her and pining over her constantly to the point where I can't do anything else if I'm sleeping. Granted I will dream about her, but it's a more peaceful/calming obsession with her than a waking one. Now, if I know where she is I like thinking about her - it makes me happy, often I'll be walking around with a goofy smile plastered on my face.
However if she left pissed off without telling me what's going on, or I just simply don't know where she is / if she's healthy and happy or laid out in a ditch, it's miserable. In this situation no matter how hard I try I can't sleep and I'll often worry myself to the point where I become physically ill. Mind you, this is extremely out of character for me I've never worried about anything half as much as my Mommy's welfare. Perhaps it's unhealthy, but she's got such a firm grip on me and my mind I can't get her out of it no matter how hard I try. If I think she's mad at me / ignoring me and worrying if she's okay it will often move me to tears, which is also very out of character I only used to cry when someone close to me passed and even then just a little / in isolated incidences.
It's like, she's the reason why I do everything. She's the reason I'm writing this blog, she's the reason I'll write poetry, the reason I shower, eat, sleep, drink, piss, shit, brush my teeth and hair, work, etc etc etc so without her it's like I've no reason to live. So when I start thinking, "Oh my God, maybe something happened to her," not only do I not want to see her ever endure any pain again because her happiness is the most important thing to me, but I start thinking what life might be like without her and it horrifies me.
So, even though this is a rollercoaster of emotions... I like it. I like that someone can still make me feel so strongly even after I had given up on love. That she's so powerful... she was like a defibrillator to my heart, she brought the icy rock it had become back to life, back to a warm ooshy gooshy pile of lovins. Even if it's pain or worry or sadness I'm feeling at least I'm FEELING.... prior to her I had become just so fucking numb, never sad but never really happy either. Now I'm experiencing both, albeit in extremes, but I think it will level off in time when I get more used to being without her (it's still a new experience to me we spend so much time together and when we're apart we generally both know what the other's doing / when we'll be home etc).
But yeah... she made me feel things I'd never thought I'd feel, that I never knew existed. She's brought me to heights I'd never dreamed of and lows I never knew I should fear. She's truly the most powerful force in my life and I don't want to ever lose it... a life without her isn't a life at all it's just an existence. It's like watching a romance movie with just one character... a love story of a man and his hand. Lol seriously though I know she's the alpha and omega. I know there can be no other after her and there were none before her. (I had relationships, but now that I see what a relationship with REAL meaning is... those were nothing). She's my world. My life. My everything.
Being with her's definitely an emotional rollercoaster and while most people say that like it's a bad thing, in this case I think it's a good thing. It's not like she treats me badly or abuses me and then claims to love me so get that notion out your noggin'! It's like... when I'm with her I'm so happy I'm ecstatic, no drug can compare... but then when we're apart I'm going through severe withdrawal starting with a harsh comedown... Yet other time's if I'm going through something difficult or stressful I can just think of her, how much we love each other, and how lucky I am to be with her and it will get me through the day.
If I know what Mommy's doing / where she'll be / at least that she's okay it's not too bad. The worst is when we're apart and I can't reach her on the phone, email, text, etc... if I go a long time without hearing from her my mind starts going into overdrive imagining the most horrific scenarios possible. Like, "Oh my God! A 50 foot asteroid could have crash landed 100 feet away from her and in an effort to be first on the scene she was PANCAKED by a firetruck! Soon I'll be called to identify the scraps that were wiped up with a squeegee, NOOOOOO!" I've a vivid imagination and while I know this is jejune if I don't hear from her (and didn't know she had things to do) I begin to worry and come up with every possible scenario that could be happening (most of them negative) because she'll usually at least pick up and say, "Babyboy I'm busy I'll call you back." At least if I hear that I have some solace.
But even if I know what she's up to and that she's a-ok, I still have a hard time functioning without her. She controls me so completely that if I complete all my tasks, orders, chores, and then everything I could possibly assume she might want me to do, I just shut down and wait / stare at the wall. I used to do leisure activities like watching television, reading, playing computer games... no longer. I just can't concentrate. I'll focus on the activity for 30 seconds or so before my mind drifts back to my Mommy and I've got to rewind, reread, and reload.
It's sort of like I no longer have my own mind, my own free will. I'm not a human controlled by his brain, I'm an ant or worker bee controlled by his Queen / hive mind, and Mommy's my queen / hive mind. When I can't communicate with the hive it goes hectic, and I try as hard as I can to get back to the hive because it's all I want and know. It's my only purpose, to please, protect, and work for the good of the "colony," in this case our d/s relationship / my Mommy's happiness. The best thing I can do in this situation is try to get some sleep - so that I'm alert and active when Mommy comes back around (we often don't get much sleep at night when together, she has a tendency to ride me ragged). It puts my mind at ease, it's not racing driving me nuts thinking about her and pining over her constantly to the point where I can't do anything else if I'm sleeping. Granted I will dream about her, but it's a more peaceful/calming obsession with her than a waking one. Now, if I know where she is I like thinking about her - it makes me happy, often I'll be walking around with a goofy smile plastered on my face.
However if she left pissed off without telling me what's going on, or I just simply don't know where she is / if she's healthy and happy or laid out in a ditch, it's miserable. In this situation no matter how hard I try I can't sleep and I'll often worry myself to the point where I become physically ill. Mind you, this is extremely out of character for me I've never worried about anything half as much as my Mommy's welfare. Perhaps it's unhealthy, but she's got such a firm grip on me and my mind I can't get her out of it no matter how hard I try. If I think she's mad at me / ignoring me and worrying if she's okay it will often move me to tears, which is also very out of character I only used to cry when someone close to me passed and even then just a little / in isolated incidences.
It's like, she's the reason why I do everything. She's the reason I'm writing this blog, she's the reason I'll write poetry, the reason I shower, eat, sleep, drink, piss, shit, brush my teeth and hair, work, etc etc etc so without her it's like I've no reason to live. So when I start thinking, "Oh my God, maybe something happened to her," not only do I not want to see her ever endure any pain again because her happiness is the most important thing to me, but I start thinking what life might be like without her and it horrifies me.
So, even though this is a rollercoaster of emotions... I like it. I like that someone can still make me feel so strongly even after I had given up on love. That she's so powerful... she was like a defibrillator to my heart, she brought the icy rock it had become back to life, back to a warm ooshy gooshy pile of lovins. Even if it's pain or worry or sadness I'm feeling at least I'm FEELING.... prior to her I had become just so fucking numb, never sad but never really happy either. Now I'm experiencing both, albeit in extremes, but I think it will level off in time when I get more used to being without her (it's still a new experience to me we spend so much time together and when we're apart we generally both know what the other's doing / when we'll be home etc).
But yeah... she made me feel things I'd never thought I'd feel, that I never knew existed. She's brought me to heights I'd never dreamed of and lows I never knew I should fear. She's truly the most powerful force in my life and I don't want to ever lose it... a life without her isn't a life at all it's just an existence. It's like watching a romance movie with just one character... a love story of a man and his hand. Lol seriously though I know she's the alpha and omega. I know there can be no other after her and there were none before her. (I had relationships, but now that I see what a relationship with REAL meaning is... those were nothing). She's my world. My life. My everything.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
I Love Listening When She Speaks
While I don't necessarily know how I feel about "love at first sight" (I believe real, genuine, strong, lasting love takes time to build though you can start to fall for someone quite quickly as I did with my Mommy) I was hooked after our very first conversation. Now that I love her, her voice controls me, but even the first time I heard it I was enraptured... captured, even.
Her tone can send warmth through my body like a heated hospital blanket or strike fear in my heart like the fiercest of storms. Even when she just sounds mad, but is actually joking, my whole mood changes. Or, when she's yelling at her puppies, I get submissive and whimper just as much as they do! When telling a story or going on long rants/monologues I can wind up almost hypnotized and wind up having to say, "What?" 'cause I wound up drifting off into a daydream about how wonderful she is and how much I love her while she was talking. Sometimes she'll take offense to it or if we're on the phone think I was falling asleep so I try to keep it from happening, but she just has so much power over me.
Speaking of on the phone, when we're apart she can control me almost 100% just as well as she can in real life. Of course she's not able to give me a smack or whip me or anything, but just the fear of hearing that tinge of anger in her voice is enough to keep me in line. "Do it, NOW," gets me moving just as quick as a smack to my ass or a slap to my face and though of course I could just pretend to do something on the phone, she commands so much respect, admiration, love, and fear that I'd never dare do that.
And if she starts talking dirty to me whether it's on the phone or in person? Forget it. I'm hornier than anyone, standing right at attention. She's a way with words like no one else which will sometimes get me laughing because she's damn funny, but she knows how to push my buttons too and she'll often have me begging to come just with that audible chocolate voice of hers. "Like music to my ears" is an understatement. I don't even listen to music anymore, I just want to listen to my Mommy.
And when she's loving and comforting... oh God. There's no happier man on her... how sweet her voice is, how sensual, how caring... I could be enraged after being cut off and forced into a guardrail by some jackass who just leaves the scene and her voice'll hit me and my icy revenge-seeking heart will just instantly melt and I'll get all calm and peaceful. As a Buddhist I used to meditate a lot... I find myself doing it less and less, her voice brings me as much inner peace as any number of hours of deep meditation... and she can send me into deeper and calmer meditative states / subspace just with her voice (she's done it on the phone... it's shocking. We'll be talking and if she starts getting all dominant and commanding, next thing you know I'm babbling nonsense and seeing myself riding through picturesque valleys on golden horses with her. Or, you know... comparable stuff).
It's to the point where I can hardly fall asleep without her, but with her by my side or whispering to me sweetly on the phone I'll be out in seconds. She's better than any hypnotist. Lightly lilting about how much she loves me and cares about me and how she'll always be there for me and keep me safe and protect me... and forget it. Or if I'm being stubborn a demanding, "Go the FUCK to sleep!" does the trick, too. She's got so much control over me and so much command over my senses, but she doesn't need to resort to just pain or just visuals... her voice alone is enough to have me licking her feet, cleaning her toilet, building a log cabin in the woods... whatever she wants... It's just... I don't know, magic. I've never seen... or well, heard... anything quite like it. Just one more reason why I'm so in love and can't imagine my life without her... she's the best.
Her tone can send warmth through my body like a heated hospital blanket or strike fear in my heart like the fiercest of storms. Even when she just sounds mad, but is actually joking, my whole mood changes. Or, when she's yelling at her puppies, I get submissive and whimper just as much as they do! When telling a story or going on long rants/monologues I can wind up almost hypnotized and wind up having to say, "What?" 'cause I wound up drifting off into a daydream about how wonderful she is and how much I love her while she was talking. Sometimes she'll take offense to it or if we're on the phone think I was falling asleep so I try to keep it from happening, but she just has so much power over me.
Speaking of on the phone, when we're apart she can control me almost 100% just as well as she can in real life. Of course she's not able to give me a smack or whip me or anything, but just the fear of hearing that tinge of anger in her voice is enough to keep me in line. "Do it, NOW," gets me moving just as quick as a smack to my ass or a slap to my face and though of course I could just pretend to do something on the phone, she commands so much respect, admiration, love, and fear that I'd never dare do that.
And if she starts talking dirty to me whether it's on the phone or in person? Forget it. I'm hornier than anyone, standing right at attention. She's a way with words like no one else which will sometimes get me laughing because she's damn funny, but she knows how to push my buttons too and she'll often have me begging to come just with that audible chocolate voice of hers. "Like music to my ears" is an understatement. I don't even listen to music anymore, I just want to listen to my Mommy.
And when she's loving and comforting... oh God. There's no happier man on her... how sweet her voice is, how sensual, how caring... I could be enraged after being cut off and forced into a guardrail by some jackass who just leaves the scene and her voice'll hit me and my icy revenge-seeking heart will just instantly melt and I'll get all calm and peaceful. As a Buddhist I used to meditate a lot... I find myself doing it less and less, her voice brings me as much inner peace as any number of hours of deep meditation... and she can send me into deeper and calmer meditative states / subspace just with her voice (she's done it on the phone... it's shocking. We'll be talking and if she starts getting all dominant and commanding, next thing you know I'm babbling nonsense and seeing myself riding through picturesque valleys on golden horses with her. Or, you know... comparable stuff).
It's to the point where I can hardly fall asleep without her, but with her by my side or whispering to me sweetly on the phone I'll be out in seconds. She's better than any hypnotist. Lightly lilting about how much she loves me and cares about me and how she'll always be there for me and keep me safe and protect me... and forget it. Or if I'm being stubborn a demanding, "Go the FUCK to sleep!" does the trick, too. She's got so much control over me and so much command over my senses, but she doesn't need to resort to just pain or just visuals... her voice alone is enough to have me licking her feet, cleaning her toilet, building a log cabin in the woods... whatever she wants... It's just... I don't know, magic. I've never seen... or well, heard... anything quite like it. Just one more reason why I'm so in love and can't imagine my life without her... she's the best.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Medical Play
Medical play is perhaps the newest aspect of our relationship we're exploring. It's fun, we enjoy it because I like giving up control and letting her do whatever she wants with my body, and she likes exploring, controlling, owning, and doing whatever she wants to with me. It doesn't always have to be in a "doctor/patient" "nurse/patient" context, either... since she's my Mommy and I'm her Babyboy there's a very loving aspect to the medical play as well, instead of the weird detached feeling/anticipation you might get with a doctor.
Now, like many of the other things, this initially hadn't been a fetish of mine (and I don't think it was with hers). I suppose our interest started with the enemas which were introduced as a means to clean me out, but quickly became enjoyable in and of itself. From here Mommy became curious in thermometers, taking my temperature one day when I felt hot. I also had some interest in wartenburg wheels, and one day at the E.R. I saw an open box of speculums in my room and stole one. There's all kinds of interesting and sometimes frightening medical devices online.
You really don't need those, though. It's nice to just simply be cared for and nurtured when sick, or have your temperature taken when hot... or even just for fun. Who doesn't love a good anal thermometer? I know Mommy loves it. "Oooh, you feel hot! Do you have a fever?" "No... but I wanna be damn sure, Mommy, please check!" :-P. It's nice to feel cared about and nurtured, and my Mommy's a very caring, nurturing person... she's a natural.
It ties in nicely with our Mommy/Baby play and the anal play... thinking I feel hot when fingering me, so she'll check my temperature with a rectal thermometer, decide she doesn't like the result and go in for a closer look with a speculum... and eventually prescribe an enema followed by some hot and hard lovin'. Fixes me right up every time. We generally stay away from the extreme stuff like urethral sounding rods... but I've been curious about Mommy making me get certain things pierced... an interesting idea would be to have her personally pierce me. Who better? As long as we stay away from things like tongue/penis that have veins and should really only be done by experienced professionals...
I trust her with my whole body and with the medical play... it's like I'm handing my body over to her... putting my care in her hands. To be poked, prodded, examined, and if necessary fixed up. It takes the "patient doctor" relationship to a whole new level... an intimate one, and takes our relationship to a new level of bonding. She knows me inside and out. She takes care of me inside and out, emotionally and physically... and I love her so much for it.
Part of why I like it so much is because she's no idiot. Before we got into the medical play she actually helped my health improve quite a bit, suggesting different medications and treatments for problems that I was having (I had searched high and low for fixes and NOTHING worked) and lo and behold they actually worked when everything else had failed including a real doctor's suggestion. Mommy knows what's best... she really does, so I love putting myself, including my health, in her hands. While doctors have years of medschool and tons of knowledge on the human body, Mommy has tons of knowledge on MY body and in the end... if I have a SERIOUS problem we'll obviously consult a doctor... but I'd want her to decide the best course of action.
For everything else, I get treated by Mommy. There's not many problems that can't be solved by even just a little bit of Mommy's love... save for you know, like cancer and HIV, but I don't have to worry about either of those, so... I'll be seeing Dr. Mom from now on :D.
Now, like many of the other things, this initially hadn't been a fetish of mine (and I don't think it was with hers). I suppose our interest started with the enemas which were introduced as a means to clean me out, but quickly became enjoyable in and of itself. From here Mommy became curious in thermometers, taking my temperature one day when I felt hot. I also had some interest in wartenburg wheels, and one day at the E.R. I saw an open box of speculums in my room and stole one. There's all kinds of interesting and sometimes frightening medical devices online.
You really don't need those, though. It's nice to just simply be cared for and nurtured when sick, or have your temperature taken when hot... or even just for fun. Who doesn't love a good anal thermometer? I know Mommy loves it. "Oooh, you feel hot! Do you have a fever?" "No... but I wanna be damn sure, Mommy, please check!" :-P. It's nice to feel cared about and nurtured, and my Mommy's a very caring, nurturing person... she's a natural.
It ties in nicely with our Mommy/Baby play and the anal play... thinking I feel hot when fingering me, so she'll check my temperature with a rectal thermometer, decide she doesn't like the result and go in for a closer look with a speculum... and eventually prescribe an enema followed by some hot and hard lovin'. Fixes me right up every time. We generally stay away from the extreme stuff like urethral sounding rods... but I've been curious about Mommy making me get certain things pierced... an interesting idea would be to have her personally pierce me. Who better? As long as we stay away from things like tongue/penis that have veins and should really only be done by experienced professionals...
I trust her with my whole body and with the medical play... it's like I'm handing my body over to her... putting my care in her hands. To be poked, prodded, examined, and if necessary fixed up. It takes the "patient doctor" relationship to a whole new level... an intimate one, and takes our relationship to a new level of bonding. She knows me inside and out. She takes care of me inside and out, emotionally and physically... and I love her so much for it.
Part of why I like it so much is because she's no idiot. Before we got into the medical play she actually helped my health improve quite a bit, suggesting different medications and treatments for problems that I was having (I had searched high and low for fixes and NOTHING worked) and lo and behold they actually worked when everything else had failed including a real doctor's suggestion. Mommy knows what's best... she really does, so I love putting myself, including my health, in her hands. While doctors have years of medschool and tons of knowledge on the human body, Mommy has tons of knowledge on MY body and in the end... if I have a SERIOUS problem we'll obviously consult a doctor... but I'd want her to decide the best course of action.
For everything else, I get treated by Mommy. There's not many problems that can't be solved by even just a little bit of Mommy's love... save for you know, like cancer and HIV, but I don't have to worry about either of those, so... I'll be seeing Dr. Mom from now on :D.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Mommy/Baby Roleplay
Within our Female-led D/s relationship over time we have developed specific roles. At first they were just simply Mistress/dominant and pet, slave / submissive. Recently our roles have become more lucidly / specifically defined as Mommy and babyboy. Almost all of our intercourse, bdsm activities, and even interactions in everyday life are practiced within the confines of these roles. Now, that's not to say they're confining... personally I find them quite liberating. It wasn't something that was planned, but rather just developed as we started exploring more kinks and activities together.
One of the main seeds that grew into our eventual Mommy/Baby relationship was planted inadvertently by me during sex. It was definitely something I said... but I hadn't really meant it to be taken literally or for really anything to come of it... it was just one of those things you say during the heat of passion intended to be sweet/loving. I don't even remember when specifically I said it (it wasn't something I had taken much stock in or thought was of much importance at the time) though I do remember saying it... I believe it was while I was getting fucked (Mommy knows, I'll ask her later and update). Anyways, I said something along the lines of, "Screw kids, I'll be your baby."
I was referencing, mainly, how neither of us have much desire to have kids. We had discussed it prior to making love and it's a pretty heavy topic and can be kind of a downer to, as an adult, acknowledge that perhaps your adolescent/childhood ideal of living in suburbia with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids perhaps isn't all that realistic with your current lifestyle choices (being in a 24/7 D/s relationship, being drawn to the city life, falling in love with someone either older or younger than you). So it had been on my mind even during sex, so I said it to sort of... I don't know, be sweet/loving and put a positive spin on it. I never imagined that soon I'd be her babyboy.
She had already been planning to put me in diapers, and we were well on our way to becoming an adult nursing/adult breastfed couple, so that kind of influenced it, too. The diapers, like my comment, wasn't initially thought of as a way to make me a baby... but the first mention was just a joke. Like a way to embarass me in public.
One of the main seeds that grew into our eventual Mommy/Baby relationship was planted inadvertently by me during sex. It was definitely something I said... but I hadn't really meant it to be taken literally or for really anything to come of it... it was just one of those things you say during the heat of passion intended to be sweet/loving. I don't even remember when specifically I said it (it wasn't something I had taken much stock in or thought was of much importance at the time) though I do remember saying it... I believe it was while I was getting fucked (Mommy knows, I'll ask her later and update). Anyways, I said something along the lines of, "Screw kids, I'll be your baby."
I was referencing, mainly, how neither of us have much desire to have kids. We had discussed it prior to making love and it's a pretty heavy topic and can be kind of a downer to, as an adult, acknowledge that perhaps your adolescent/childhood ideal of living in suburbia with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids perhaps isn't all that realistic with your current lifestyle choices (being in a 24/7 D/s relationship, being drawn to the city life, falling in love with someone either older or younger than you). So it had been on my mind even during sex, so I said it to sort of... I don't know, be sweet/loving and put a positive spin on it. I never imagined that soon I'd be her babyboy.
She had already been planning to put me in diapers, and we were well on our way to becoming an adult nursing/adult breastfed couple, so that kind of influenced it, too. The diapers, like my comment, wasn't initially thought of as a way to make me a baby... but the first mention was just a joke. Like a way to embarass me in public.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Adult Nursing / Adult Breastfeeding Relationship
Adult Nursing / Adult Breastfeeding is an immensely cherished and integral part of our relationship. We often practice it as part of the Mommy / Babybey scenario, but we were in an Adult Nursing relationship before the Mommy / Babyboy play began and Adult Nursing can be done just on its own if desired, without the Mommy Babyboy mentioned at all. I never want to go a single day without my Mommy's milk for the sexuality/fetishism of it; its also got a very emotionally bonding aspect to it, and even health benefits!
Drinking Mommy's milk brings me much sexual satisfaction and gratification. Even without warm, sweet (it does taste rather pleasant) milk flowing from Mommy's nipples... I love sucking them. I worship all parts of her body, breasts included and thoroughly enjoyed at that. Mmm, her nipples are the perfect size, not small but not clownishly big either so perfect for latching onto and sucking... But they're also fun to nibble, flitter flatter with your tongue, kiss, squeeze between your lips, pinch, rub, tweak... ugh I could do it all day.
But sucking those lovely little nubs has a bonding effect to it, too. I feel so close to my Mommy when I'm suckling her teat because I'm giving her gentle pleasure and I'm enjoying it too and we're physically close usually cuddling, it's just great. Then, oh my God, when milk comes out? Its akin to that connection you feel during sex, especially with timed orgasms and love thrown into the mix. A part of her... something she did and made specifically to me, I'm taking inside myself and am being nurtured by it.
Breast milk is also a great beverage to imbibe for health... it is even prescribed as medicine sometimes especially in cancer and aids patients. I had always been curious about trying it as a "fetish," but had basically given up on ever finding a woman willing to participate. But when my Mommy mentioned it, the medical benefits were one of the things that made me want it most... since I have had various stomach problems since childhood. Once my Mommy started getting a good amount, the majority of my problems cleared up (I very rarely get heartburn or any of the other problems I was having).
Each main reason feeds into the others and makes them grow stronger/appreciate it that much more. For example when I'm emotionally satisfied and strongly bonded to my Mommy it enhances our sex life and my health. When I'm healthy I can perform better in bed and am in a better mood, emotionally. When I perform well in bed I'm happier emotionally and generally feel better physically. It's a loving, wonderful cycle that breastmilk creates.
I also get extra happiness knowing that it's good for her, too. Suckling her provides her with physical relief - once the breasts get going with the milk production you can't just stop, you've got to pump / feed regularly otherwise the breasts will get sore... so it's pleasurable and relieving for me to drink from her. She also gets a similar strengthened emotional bond... it takes a lot of work, energy, and dedication to produce the milk and she's doing it for me (and for herself, too, but I benefit from it) and the reward is great... we both feel so much closer to one another physically and spiritually. Then she gets medical benefits from it, too... since to produce the best milk she possibly can she keeps a healthy diet, sleep, and exercise regimen/schedule because the healthier she is the better her milk will be. She doesn't have to be a Spartan or Olympic athlete, but it at least is a motivating/driving factor in reaching long term health goals and maintaining a normal/healthy weight.
I love her milk, I always will... and I love her so much for making it for me. When I drink it, it fills my belly, mouth, throat, and chest with this warm glow... but thinking about it, how much it means to me, and how much she's doing for me fills my heart with the same warm glow. She's just so loving and caring I can't help but break down and cry, sometimes. Sometimes a tear or two even beads up while nursing. It's just such a tender, touching, moving, and loving experience and I highly recommend everyone try breastfeeding with their partner if possible.
Each main reason feeds into the others and makes them grow stronger/appreciate it that much more. For example when I'm emotionally satisfied and strongly bonded to my Mommy it enhances our sex life and my health. When I'm healthy I can perform better in bed and am in a better mood, emotionally. When I perform well in bed I'm happier emotionally and generally feel better physically. It's a loving, wonderful cycle that breastmilk creates.
I also get extra happiness knowing that it's good for her, too. Suckling her provides her with physical relief - once the breasts get going with the milk production you can't just stop, you've got to pump / feed regularly otherwise the breasts will get sore... so it's pleasurable and relieving for me to drink from her. She also gets a similar strengthened emotional bond... it takes a lot of work, energy, and dedication to produce the milk and she's doing it for me (and for herself, too, but I benefit from it) and the reward is great... we both feel so much closer to one another physically and spiritually. Then she gets medical benefits from it, too... since to produce the best milk she possibly can she keeps a healthy diet, sleep, and exercise regimen/schedule because the healthier she is the better her milk will be. She doesn't have to be a Spartan or Olympic athlete, but it at least is a motivating/driving factor in reaching long term health goals and maintaining a normal/healthy weight.
I love her milk, I always will... and I love her so much for making it for me. When I drink it, it fills my belly, mouth, throat, and chest with this warm glow... but thinking about it, how much it means to me, and how much she's doing for me fills my heart with the same warm glow. She's just so loving and caring I can't help but break down and cry, sometimes. Sometimes a tear or two even beads up while nursing. It's just such a tender, touching, moving, and loving experience and I highly recommend everyone try breastfeeding with their partner if possible.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Female-Led Relationship / Mistress + Slave/Pet
The overarching style of our relationship... what we as a couple, are, first and foremost is a Female-led relationship. She is my Mistress, I am her pet. She tells me to jump and I do, then take it one step further and levitate in the air until she tells me to land. I'm at her beck and call... I wait on her hand and foot. If she wants something, she gets it and I give it to her. Not just sexually... she wears the pants in every aspect of our relationship. To outsiders I appear to be the epitome of "pussy-whipped," which I am... but that's not what we are (a tame/vanilla female-led relationship) we are definitely Mistress and Slave.
Sexually, she's the top... she directs what our play will entail, where we will do it, when we will do it (which is usually "often"), how long it will last, and when/where/how/if I get to come. She almost always has the more active/assertive role (like, she's the giver/pitcher and I'm the receiver/catcher) and if she doesn't (like I'm giving her oral) she controls/directs/commands/demands my actions. Which is great... I've got no complaints... she's an excellent director. It's never boring / stale... there's usually lots of variety and she throws things at me I've never thought of/heard of/seen before, but even the activities we always do or at least do often (like pegging) aren't boring. Even the more vanilla activities like kissing and cuddling is exciting (this is big for someone who wants to an hero in vanilla relationships)... but she has a tendency to make those kinky, adding in pinches, bites (not just little nibbles), grabs/pulls/twists, and the like. Yeah... our sex life is always entertaining and I have a feeling will be 'til the day I die.
But we're more than just a bedroom BDSM couple / weekend warriors... Everything I do is because she told me to do it or if I've finished my tasks, as a way to surprise her with something she will love. For instance, I take care of housework, the pets, errands, etc. Which also leaves little time for full-time employment... while she works I take care of like... "house-wife" type stuff... but I also am self employed as a computer-repair technician. It's not really an "official" business - I don't have a storefront or anything... which allows her to set the hours I work and if I accept customers or not. Plus all revenue is profit so I don't have to work grueling hours to make some decent extra-income.
As such... all major household/financial decisions are made by her. If this were the 1950's, she'd have to dress as a man and be considered the "husband" and I'd have to dress as a woman. That is, essentially, how our relationship works. I obey/serve her completely. Now, that's not to say she doesn't take me or my wants/needs into account at all. She cares about me deeply and this is also a loving relationship... not just harsh Mistress/Slave like a slave back in the day... She takes into consideration what I want though she rarely asks she always knows. If she does ask, it is of course with the fact in mind that she obviously has the final say / ultimately the decision is hers. A petty, passing whim that she wants now but tomorrow may not is more important than something I desperately need, in my opinion, if it makes her happy. It's just what works for us.
Sexually, she's the top... she directs what our play will entail, where we will do it, when we will do it (which is usually "often"), how long it will last, and when/where/how/if I get to come. She almost always has the more active/assertive role (like, she's the giver/pitcher and I'm the receiver/catcher) and if she doesn't (like I'm giving her oral) she controls/directs/commands/demands my actions. Which is great... I've got no complaints... she's an excellent director. It's never boring / stale... there's usually lots of variety and she throws things at me I've never thought of/heard of/seen before, but even the activities we always do or at least do often (like pegging) aren't boring. Even the more vanilla activities like kissing and cuddling is exciting (this is big for someone who wants to an hero in vanilla relationships)... but she has a tendency to make those kinky, adding in pinches, bites (not just little nibbles), grabs/pulls/twists, and the like. Yeah... our sex life is always entertaining and I have a feeling will be 'til the day I die.
But we're more than just a bedroom BDSM couple / weekend warriors... Everything I do is because she told me to do it or if I've finished my tasks, as a way to surprise her with something she will love. For instance, I take care of housework, the pets, errands, etc. Which also leaves little time for full-time employment... while she works I take care of like... "house-wife" type stuff... but I also am self employed as a computer-repair technician. It's not really an "official" business - I don't have a storefront or anything... which allows her to set the hours I work and if I accept customers or not. Plus all revenue is profit so I don't have to work grueling hours to make some decent extra-income.
As such... all major household/financial decisions are made by her. If this were the 1950's, she'd have to dress as a man and be considered the "husband" and I'd have to dress as a woman. That is, essentially, how our relationship works. I obey/serve her completely. Now, that's not to say she doesn't take me or my wants/needs into account at all. She cares about me deeply and this is also a loving relationship... not just harsh Mistress/Slave like a slave back in the day... She takes into consideration what I want though she rarely asks she always knows. If she does ask, it is of course with the fact in mind that she obviously has the final say / ultimately the decision is hers. A petty, passing whim that she wants now but tomorrow may not is more important than something I desperately need, in my opinion, if it makes her happy. It's just what works for us.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Our Style of D/S Relationship
One of the things I love most about my Mistress (I'll be referring to her as, "Mommy," for the foreseeable future) is her ability to change and alter me... completely transform me. At first it started out with little, seemingly random changes here and there and I was simply her boyfriend and pet. Then, overtime, she started creating a whole tangible image... Turning me into something... other than just a boyfriend in a female-led relationship. Of course... first and foremost we are in a female-led relationship and it will always be that way, that will never change. But the dynamic within it has changed a bit.
Like I said at first it was just Mistress and pet... but over time, changes started happening, our relationship started evolving... and now we're Mommy and babyboy. It's not something we planned, it just kind of happened as small changes here and there fell into place... but it kind of works since I'm quite a bit younger than her. At first I found it kind of strange (not in a bad way), since, for all intents and purposes... to me it was strange. I didn't even know a Mommy/baby relationship was really a "thing." I'd seen guys in diapers, but I'd always sort of laughed at that. I had really never considered it.
But now that we're full-swing into it... I'm loving it... I love the caring/nurturing treatment I receive (of course I'm still disciplined when I misbehave... like being spanked or sent to "time out" lol), I love the feeling of security... the love... how the relationship already sort of made me feel like a kid again in that when I'm with her I haven't a care or a worry in the world and she takes care of, protects, and guides me much like a mother would. It's... idk... nice. Maybe it's 'cause I'm young, maybe I'm not much of a "man," but I've still got fond/nostalgic memories from childhood and not having any responsibilities and worries... mommy and daddy would take care of everything... It's sort of like I feel that way again. Maybe it works so well since she's a mature woman and I'm a young man... idk... but it works for us and it feels great.
So... in addition to being a female-led relationship, and then within that dynamic being a relationship between Mommy and babyboy, there are also several other relationship dynamics we employ. I will use this post as sort of a central hub, linking to each type of relationship we are, and going into further detail in later posts about these sub-categories... going into detail how I feel about them and how they play into our relationship and create the whole image/picture of our D/s relationship.
Female-led Relationship / Mistress + slave/pet
Mommy + Baby Relationship
Adult Nursing / Adult Breastfed Relationship
Medical play (can kind of fall under mommy/baby since mommies care for their children's health, but I figured I'd do a separate part about it)
Like I said at first it was just Mistress and pet... but over time, changes started happening, our relationship started evolving... and now we're Mommy and babyboy. It's not something we planned, it just kind of happened as small changes here and there fell into place... but it kind of works since I'm quite a bit younger than her. At first I found it kind of strange (not in a bad way), since, for all intents and purposes... to me it was strange. I didn't even know a Mommy/baby relationship was really a "thing." I'd seen guys in diapers, but I'd always sort of laughed at that. I had really never considered it.
But now that we're full-swing into it... I'm loving it... I love the caring/nurturing treatment I receive (of course I'm still disciplined when I misbehave... like being spanked or sent to "time out" lol), I love the feeling of security... the love... how the relationship already sort of made me feel like a kid again in that when I'm with her I haven't a care or a worry in the world and she takes care of, protects, and guides me much like a mother would. It's... idk... nice. Maybe it's 'cause I'm young, maybe I'm not much of a "man," but I've still got fond/nostalgic memories from childhood and not having any responsibilities and worries... mommy and daddy would take care of everything... It's sort of like I feel that way again. Maybe it works so well since she's a mature woman and I'm a young man... idk... but it works for us and it feels great.
So... in addition to being a female-led relationship, and then within that dynamic being a relationship between Mommy and babyboy, there are also several other relationship dynamics we employ. I will use this post as sort of a central hub, linking to each type of relationship we are, and going into further detail in later posts about these sub-categories... going into detail how I feel about them and how they play into our relationship and create the whole image/picture of our D/s relationship.
Female-led Relationship / Mistress + slave/pet
Mommy + Baby Relationship
Adult Nursing / Adult Breastfed Relationship
Medical play (can kind of fall under mommy/baby since mommies care for their children's health, but I figured I'd do a separate part about it)
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