HoneyVariety is the spice of life. Where have I heard that before? Probably my mother. Thank God, I won't be running into her tonight. She usually goes out on Wednesday and Friday nights, presumably to this club. I want to make sure I am nowhere near the club when she is here. I had already discussed that with Brandt earlier. May my eyes fall out of my head if I ever see Moe and her doing what they were doing last time. I know Brandt wants me to use my words but I just can't with those two. Ugh. I have to force myself to think of something else before I remember what Moe's member looks like in my mother's mouth. Yikes. I thought about it anyway. Brandt said he wanted to make me forget that. I hope it's soon.Anyway, spice of life, yes. So I'm about to see a spicy show. Brandt didn't want me on display, so he actually had me wear a pair of jeans and a collarless v-neck shirt that showed off a bit of my cleavage and my new collar nicely. I think Brandt was actually feeling sorry for tak

HoneyI was exhausted. I just wanted to fall into bed but I need a shower first. I felt dirty from walking all that way. My legs and back hurt. And I was covered in mosquito bites. That's the real Florida after dark for you. Not only did my body hurt, my heart hurt. All I did was think during that long walk home. My mind was mostly on how inadequate I felt, on repeat. He used someone else for pleasure, after he had me. I gave him my first time and he shit on it. I gave him my second and third time, never imagining that I wasn't enough. He promised me, contract or no contract, that I would be the only one. It was the only thing I really asked of him. It's humiliating that there I was, on the club floor, my submission evident while he chatted with the girl he cheated with. Can I ever get that image out of my head?Sure, I believed him when he said that he didn't penetrate her, but that doesn't help much. In fact, it helps me not at all. I haven't even really started thinking about the je

BrandtI will never allow that to happen again. I deserved it though, so I granted the privilege to Honey to spank my balls. I would never put our relationship in jeopardy again, so that is not an issue. I was kind of proud of her imagination when she told me what my punishments would be. They were so inventive it seemed a shame to negotiate, so I didn't. I could see she was surprised when I just let it ride. No negotiation needed. It was fair. She needs closure or some shit. I get it.I was pretty shocked that I still wanted to fuck even though I was in pain. But I'm not the kind of guy that likes to blow his load before his girl goes. Not unless it is a punishment of some sort or agreed upon beforehand for some reason. Now I understand a little better the pleasure and pain effect of the punishments I dole out. Plus, it was a fucking turn on, watching Honey dole out punishment. I was proud of her for doing what needed to be done. I think she felt better knowing that I was willing to t

BrandtI loaded the dishwasher while Honey showered. My arousal was so high I wanted to jerk off a little before going to the playroom. I could have whipped my dick out and cum right there in the kitchen. I figured that wouldn't be fair to Honey, so I didn't do it. She deserved me at my horniest, shall we say? Sleeping with her every night but not finishing myself off had been really hard. No pun intended. I just took it as more punishment, so I decided not to take the edge off without her. I wanted to share everything with her, so I waited.I finished up in the kitchen and made my way to the playroom just as I heard the shower turn off. Everything was ready. I had an idea in my mind about how I wanted the scene to go, but I also wanted to remain fluid. My main goal was Honey's pleasure. If she was happy, I was happy.I had been holding back my dominant side this past week. I was about to unleash it. Honey knows that she will be submissive when she walks into this room. That's why she

HoneyMonday morning, I went out to my car and found a flat tire on my ten-year-old Ford Escape. It was usually a very reliable vehicle, even though it was old. Brandt helped me to change it out with the full size spare. He took the other one, which appeared to be slashed, to see if he could pick up a new one or get the old one fixed. It was a good thing I got up early. I had planned to go home and make Brody's lunch, as usual, and take him to the bus stop. I feel really bad that I missed it since I never have before. I'm not sure he will understand why I wasn't there. I hope I can make it up to him and be there when he gets home this afternoon..I'm taking the long route to school since Brandt didn't want me driving on the highway since I was using a spare. I'm just happy that I wouldn't be late for my first class. I had finals coming up and I couldn't miss a thing if I wanted to pass with flying colors like I have every other semester so far. I was finding it harder to focus now that