Why do you Poly

Why do you poly? Why do you have an open marriage? These are questions that have been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks, consuming much of my thought time. I know why I poly. I know why I want an open marriage. I will share my reasons in this post and I hope you might do the same in the comments.

Defiant Girl

“Daddy… gimme kisses,” the girls says, her voice playful

He leans into her, so close but no kisses

“Say please”

The girl giggles defiantly, reaching for him to take the kisses she’s asked for.

His hand in her hair, he yanks her head back

“Say. Please.”

Dinner

“Daddy,” I said, sitting a few cushions away from him on the couch this morning while sipping coffee. He looked away from the video game he was playing, “yes, princess?”

Ice

Sitting at the bar with my Sir, a delicious cherry vodka over ice is ordered up. When it arrives, he instructs me to drain the glass quickly leaving only the ice and cherries. I do as I’m told the alcohol rushing into my system as the cool liquid slides down my throat.

As the glass begins to empty he dips his fingers in and scoops out some pieces of the vodka flavored ice. Leaning in close to me, he whispers in my ear, “Are you wearing panties, submissive?” I shake my head no, my eyes watching the ice melting in his fingertips.

Consent Done Right

Whistling my favorite song, happily slapping the mortar onto the brightly colored and well glittered bricks that make up the walls that guard my heart. Gleefully stacking them haphazardly atop each other between posting lines from my naughty stories and my thoughts on sex and submission and even a naughty picture or ten. Giggling along in my safe little corner of the cyber world, or playing with my friends and flirting with all the sexxies.

At the Back Door – Erotica

The sun was hot on Sabrina’s bare shoulders as she walked up the dirt drive to the rustic old farmhouse nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside. It looked deserted, as she expected it would be. Her Sir, Travis, wouldn’t be there for a little while still and she had preparations to make. Her hand tightened almost unconsciously around the letter in the pocket of her sundress, her instructions. She was nervous but she had been anticipating this day for weeks. His phone call to her before she left the city was different than most of their calls. He had asked her how committed she was to him. “Anything, Sir, I’d do anything for you, anything you tell me too. There is nothing I wouldn’t do.” She told him without hesitation. “Of course you will do anything I want; you will serve any purpose I choose. That’s my good girl. Don’t forget, sweet one. Any purpose, anything I want” He said, his voice sweet with pride. “Yes, Sir.” She said her voice breaking just a little.

Sinking

Everywhere I turn in the lifestyle, I hear about subspace. So much is said about submissives and bottoms sinking into subspace, and being under the hand of their Dominant. Yet, with all the talk it is still difficult to explain what subspace is or how it happens.

It is one of the most intriguing pieces of the D/s lifestyle puzzle to me. I think it interests me so much because there is no formula for it. What sinks one submissive into subspace bliss might send another into pure panic.