#domestic bliss
Reaction Junkie and I just got back from a pre-con happy hour (which was hella fun, by the way). It’s late, so he stripped and went right to bed. I told him that he needed to brush his teeth.
He whined, and I told him again that he needed to do it. I had to repeat my instruction several times until finally he told me to bring him a toothbrush.
My mind immediately went to something MLAM and I had done. I asked Reaction Junkie if he wanted to spit into my mouth. In a tone that was a mixture of pleased and surprised, he said, “Yes! Bring me a toothbrush and a glass of water.”
I grinned and trotted to the bathroom to comply with his instructions. When I returned, I knelt by the bed, head bent back, mouth open. Reaction Junkie told me, “Don’t spill any,” and began brushing. As he did, he told me to get a towel.
I rushed out, grabbed a towel, and got on my knees again, waiting with my mouth open. When he finished brushing, he put his closed mouth next to my open one, and spit. I felt the mixture of toothpaste and spit hit my tongue.
I got up and went to the bathroom. As I left, he told me, “I’m not done yet,” so when I spit the contents of my mouth into the sink, I hurried back to resume my position on my knees by the bed.
Reaction Junkie swirled some water around in his mouth and then repeated his earlier action. It was mostly water now, but there was more of it. I almost spilled some, but managed not do as I hopped up and went back to the sink.
I returned to the bedroom to take his toothbrush and put it away for him. As I left, turned on by the objectification and the fact that I had been so useful, Reaction Junkie looked at me and told me what a disgusting slut I am for enjoying that kind of treatment. That just turned me on even more.
After complying with instructions to wash my mouth, I went back in to get a good night kiss. Reaction Junkie praised me for being useful and for taking my proper place as a waste receptical, a spitoon. I smiled, happy to be used to make his life easier.
Some girls, like me, aren’t naturally inclined towards domesticity. I would pout, whine, argue, dawdle, and do a bad job with the housework. My husband tried everything he could think of to get me to fulfill this part of my wifely duties. He asked nicely, tried to bribe me, yelled at me, beat me, threatened me, even bought me a cute little outfit. Nothing worked. I just yelled right back at him, suffered through the beatings, and threw the clothes back in his face, wearing my sweats and t-shirts when I made my half-assed attempts to clean.
Finally, he left me in the stocks for two nights. Exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected. I lost count of the number of people who used my cunt and ass. No one listened to my begging or my hollow threats of vengeance. They just laughed and pointed out that I’d been a negligent wife, hadn’t kept the house as my husband wanted, hadn’t been obedient. And now I was getting just what I deserved.
Now I happily clean the house without him even needing to ask. Beyond that, I wear the French maid outfit he so generously bought me and strive to be sexy even while I’m just cleaning. I know that I’m lucky to have him and I want to always be pleasing to the eye. I’ve learned my place and feel so good about serving my purpose as a wife and as a woman. He has a clean house and a much more pleasant wife.
We’re both so much happier now.
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![Daily Picture Assignment #6[1.19.2015] A picture from this winter. I spent the evening wearing these](https://64.media.tumblr.com/99a36fbaf55b5c48d95b28e613cab82a/tumblr_npmtc9MN1Z1s8bp28o1_1280.jpg "Daily Picture Assignment #6[1.19.2015] A picture from this winter. I spent the evening wearing these")
Daily Picture Assignment #6
[1.19.2015]
A picture from this winter. I spent the evening wearing these shackles and cooking for Reaction Junkie. Out of all of the things he tells me to do, service-type tasks are the ones I push back on and whine about most. There are two main reasons for this.
For one, unlike the impact we do, or the more specific d/s-focused play we sometimes do, these things aren’t, except for cooking, very fun. The instructions and the tasks usually aren’t sexy or kinky in and of themselves. They’re straightforward orders to do things that just need to be done. Quotidian domestic tasks.
The other reason, which is just as, if not more, important, is the fact that, in contrast to the planned scenes we do at happy hours or parties, and the spontaneous “because we’re both in the mood” fun we have, these orders are often given at inopportune times. I might be grumpy from work, or tired, or having a rough time with depression or jealousy. I might even be mad at Reaction Junkie himself.
So, I resist and complain about these kinds of instructions because they aren’t fun or entertaining, and because I’m not always in the mood when they’re given.
Neither of those things should matter. I shouldn’t be doing what he tells me because it’s fun or sexy. I should be doing what he tells me simply because he’s telling me to do it. The instruction or the task needn’t be enjoyable or pleasurable. I should get pleasure knowing that I’m doing what my owner wants me to do.
As for not being in the mood, that should be irrelevant. I belong to Reaction Junkie. When he gives me an instruction, how I feel is immaterial. Even (especially) if the reason I’m not in the mood is that I’m upset with Reaction Junkie, I need to push past that and remember that he owns me. Possessions don’t get to decide if they “feel” like serving their purpose. I owe him my obedience no matter what.
Submissive and barefoot in the kitchen may not be every woman’s place, but it’s certainly mine.
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I sucked Reaction Junkie’s cock while he relaxed on the couch with kittens on his chest, watching Archer. It made him very happy, and I loved pleasing him like that.
Domestic bliss.
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…what would you like for breakfast, Sir?
Damn
Reaction Junkie and I have a bit of a tradition. Every Sunday I wake him up with chocolate chip pancakes (vegan, of course). I like making them for him because I like showing my love for him with acts like this, I enjoy the domesticity of it all, cooking is a kind of service I actually enjoy, and, obviously, because then I get pancakes for breakfast!
Domestic bliss.
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Leif & Thorn flashback: Hermosa and Dex, when they first moved in together, decorating the home.
“Dexie, honey, how in the world is this not level?”
“It’s tilted too far clockwise by half a degree. If you ever get spelltech eyes, you’ll understand.”
(Spoiler alert: these days Hermosa does have spelltech eyes, but he doesn’t use the “superimposed visual grid” function as much as Dex does.)
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Baking you up some goodness is gorgeous official @minonatron2
To remind her how unimportant her face is while she works to please me.
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I told you to be done with the dishes by eight, slave. Don’t think you won’t pay for being late.
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She wanted to show her ex boyfriend that she could be good, that even with his current girlfriend, there was still room for her. If that meant she needed to scrub his floors on her knees, then that was what she was willing to do.
She was going to learn to scrub the right way no matter how long and how much energy it took.
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https://www.pinterest.com/mikk47/girls-in-costumes-and-uniforms/
Sometimes I just liked seeing how many ridiculous things I can make her do.
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She finishes the laundry and waits for my next command, trying in vain to turn me on and get out of whatever is next.
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When I took her in, she hated cooking, but didn’t mind cleaning. Now she’s knows nothing but those things and her wage slave job I make her keep.
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I’m certain there’s a way that this girl could look even more perfect, but even I can’t figure out what it is.
She could be on her knees scrubbing something, but the looks itself is spot on.
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Melisa Delbuono
I fucking love “You missed a spot”-ing. Or dropping something on purpose and beating them for missing it. Just being bossy and mean in general and having a sweet little sub just take it.
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Alternative Model http://alternative-pinup.tumblr.com/
She made cupcakes for my friends and is serving them to us like this–right down to the smile on her face when I spank her for fun (and to show my dominance) in front of them. I might even make her keep that stupid beam on when I make her kneel and do tricks (beg like a dog, roll over, you know) to entertain us all.
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