George Carlin was a comedian, or as Master Bennet word say, a humorist. He often made you think. I remember a small snipit from a show of his that was coming to town in the 70s—“You ever go to take the milk out of the fridge and there’s just a little bit left in the carton. God, I hate that. Not enough to drink, better put that back.” To me that’s funny because it’s real. Mr. Carlin hit on real subjects. He also talked pointed out the inconsistencies in life and talked about the unmentionable. He became famous in the 70s with his 7 words you can’t say on television. Here is the list:

1. Shit - The bird shit on the statue.
2. Piss - I have to piss like a race horse.
3. Fuck - Fuck you.
4. Cunt - She has a rancid cunt.
5. Cocksucker - Go to hell, you cocksucker.
6. Motherfucker - You are a motherfucker.
7. Tits - Hey, nice tits.

R.I.P. George Carlin

I have learned that I like to please. In order to do that I need a man that is willing to tell me what he wants and to take control. During some of my most intense sexual experiences, I remember thinking with some longing, “Let me please you. I will do anything to please you.”

I love being controlled. It is a turn on for me to have my hair pulled, not so that it hurts, but to pull my head back and expose my neck or to control my movements. I love it when Master says, “Put your hands up so I can cuff you to the bed.” Or “Cum for me. Cum hard.”

But control goes beyond sex. While Master was here, he helped me choose a dress to wear to a more formal function. I tried on three dresses. He eliminated one, and I chose what to wear of the other two. One of the things I am so attracted to in Master Bennet is his strong personality, his willingness to control the situation. I like that.

I feel safety in his control.

People often don’t realize the importance of touch. I believe it is important to touch others, whether it be a handshake, a hug or a pat on the back. In our western culture, we scorn touch. My children, 20 and 14 year old boys, don’t want me to touch them. This is the same throughout society. Unless you are talking about small children or lovers, touch seems to be taboo.

When I googled “importance of touch”, I came up with mostly articles on parenting. That seemed a bit silly to me. We always want to hold and cuddle children. I guess I can’t imagine having to TELL a parent to do that. What I didn’t find, though, was much in the way of the importance of touch in everyday life. Admittedly, I only looked at the three pages of over 1,000,000 websites, but the first few pages are the most relevant. We just don’t recognize how important it is to touch each other.

I tried very hard to touch Master while he was here. I don’t mean a sexual groping. I mean I would often bump hands with him to tell him I wanted to hold hands. I would often rub his back. We slept in each others’ arms, my head on his shoulder. Touch is important in a relationship, not because of the sexual component, but because people need touch. I need it from him, he needs it from me.

While he was here, Master met my family. How did it go?

Actually, it was much like any man meeting a woman’s family. Master Bennet, being who he is, seemed calm and confident, but I know he wanted to make a good impression. He met my father and my brothers and their families at a family picnic.

Master was his charming self. He engaged in conversation with those around him, but it wasn’t forced. He enjoyed especially enjoyed chatting with my niece and nephew, who are in their 20s. Once, he even had to set a kid straight. This boy was not a family member. Instead, he was just playing in the park and demanded that my niece bring him some pop. Master Bennet offered to talk to him, and he did. There were no further problems with this young man.

I’m sure my family doesn’t know we are in a BDSM relationship. As they see us together, I’m sure they will come to realize that Master Bennet is in charge, but I don’t think they saw that during our picnic. Master Bennet does not lord his dominance over me as some Masters do. He doesn’t have to. He knows that he has me completely.

Now, someday, I just have to meet his family.

Yes, despite his health, Master and I did manage to play. When there were not children around, I requested that I be allowed to go naked. I like being naked, as long as no one is likely to walk in and see me. And Master enjoys the view as well.

A couple of times while I was naked, I would be bending over to do something, like pack a suitcase, and Master came over and gave me a spanking. I was not spanked as a child. If I had been, I don’t know that it would have hurt as much as it did when Master did it! Skin on skin stings! He made it hurt and I considered using my safe word (maybe I’m a wimp!) but I didn’t. When he stopped, the pain went away quickly. I didn’t have any marks that I know of, and I didn’t have trouble sitting. Master explained that he doesn’t like to go so far that the sub doesn’t enjoy it.

Several times during the trip (especially while I was running around naked) Master sucked on and bit my tits. He asked if it was pleasure or pain that made me moan. I said both. The mixed of stimulation and pain were exquisite. Master also has trained me to cum on his command, which he had me do several times while he was here. He even took some pictures of that on his digital camera. Sorry, but for sake of privacy and anonymity, I will not be posting them. I do hope that Master takes them home and enjoys them, though.

The night before Master flew home, we stayed in a hotel. In the morning Master set aside some time for play. Master had sent me a paddle and had me buy some hand cuffs. Master used the paddle to spank me. It didn’t hurt as much as the hand did, and I will admit to being somewhat disappointed. Master is right; skin on skin is better.

After a paddling, Master had me lay on my back and he cuffed me to the bed. Master had me cum several times for him as he touched me erotically. I was so wet by the time he let me up to take a shower. As he said, there was a reason that he asked for extra towels in the hotel room.

O/our relationship is not simply about playtime, but I’m glad W/we were able to work it in.