I haven't had sex since Saturday. He has had sex, with my throat, several times.
I have been been thoroughly spanked with a wooden spoon twice and flogged, and last night he put clothes pins (did you know the under arm is a really painful spot for those? I found that out now) on me and then smacked them off with the belt. It is amazing to me how this makes me completely happy and sexually satisfied. Sure, I still want the fucking, but I don't feel I need it. I sure don't feel sad or neglected at all.
Happy Wednesday Ya'll!