tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72886287233736610092024-02-20T20:34:13.076-08:00CookiemonsterswifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-13637803775122609822013-06-10T19:19:00.000-07:002013-06-10T19:19:50.496-07:00Riding out the lineWell Hello Blogland, I haven't been around for awhile- Not even sure if I have any readers but I am feeling well and I think I am finally seeing the light at the end of a very long tunnel. I have been ill for so long I think we are still practicing DD/ttwd in our own way. There have been lots of ups and downs in our roller coaster ride of DD some good moments, some not, some the jury is still out on.<br />
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I did make an amazing discovery at some point over the last several weeks- I was laying on the couch one day and Vic came flying into the living room and was overly excited about a set of instruction he had for who knows what- He was beside him self, so happy that he finally had some "Man instructions" No words just pictures, step by step pictures of how do to do whatever he was trying to do.... (don't ask me what it was as to date I still don't know what it was just that it had pictures). <br />
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Yep something like that, he was tickled to death. No words just step by step pictures. Being the awesome wife I am, stop snickering I am trying to think of ways this might help us in our Dd relationship. Of course we still struggle with our relationship. Vic says we are moving forward and there is no going back but I feel like we are not doing a bunch of anything. Well I guess he would say all is well and in some regards they are, I guess I am the one with issues- feelings of not being fulfilled, unsatisfied, longing, but hey maybe it's just the illness or????ok I am frustrated- for 2 weeks now I have "satisfied his needs no questions asked, after all isn't that part of the deal. If I thought for one moment he was doing this because of our Dd relationship I wouldn't be so whiny or at least it would be a different kind of whiny, but I just don't think that, I think he gets what he needs and during the moment he fondles me and does things that turn me on and then I just get left to nothing. It's starting to be a turn off and not a turn on, if he said something anything to make me think otherwise I would stuff a sock in it. I wonder sometimes if we both have an understanding of what it means to be a HoH, sometimes I think he thinks its all about him, and that my needs and wants are irrelevant. One day I even said being HoH doesn't give you a license to be an "ass" and maybe he should go back and read some post from other HoH and see if they are being that way. So how can I use this new information to benefit him. I am open for some thoughts and better yet maybe some pictures.<br />
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Well it would be a start. Till later my blog friends- I should be around more often.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-64558767251729727742013-04-11T18:11:00.000-07:002013-04-11T18:11:33.541-07:00Sharp RightSpring is in the air, and life is blooming once again. Not only outside my windows but inside the house too and within me. The last several weeks the Cookie house has been quietly going along with DD and TTWD but just by baby steps. I have been under the weather and not up to my usual perky self. Vic has been a loving HoH and has taken very good care of me and I think he may have chunks missing from his tongue from holding himself back and not reaching over and smacking the living daylights right out of me. See I thought I was being a perfect little patient until "The Talk" that we had just recently. <br />
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Where to begin well lets see, it all started when my Awesome HoH was so busy taking care of me and picking up the slack of not having a productive TiH wife, let me say here in my defense that an emotionally set up wife on pain pills doesn't mix well with a over spent HoH whose only fault was trying to do his best and got slammed by said pain pill ridden wife. I know what all of you are thinking well just stop I was not of sound mind. Looking back I am amazed that we are 1- still married 2- still doing ttwd and DD. I am so happy that my HoH had the present of mind to realize I was very out of control and needed nothing more than some good ole fashioned OTK DD of which comes much later. <br />
For those of you who have read my other blogs you know we have our weekly Sunday Sit Down and that it is scheduled for first thing in the morning and along with that we have our no electronics rule that goes hand in hand with SSD- no toys until the SSD no email no tv no blog no nothing no no no. Saturday late evening Vic is off to do the weekly shopping and in my pain pill induced mind I say "Hey what about tomorrow does the rule still apply" see I knew I would be sound asleep by the time he returned from shopping and I have only been sleeping for such a few hours at a time and in between I was amusing myself with said Toys. Well of course I received the deer in the head light stare- you know the one where I just know he knows what I am talking about only to find myself upset because he truly has no clue (how is it that I think he knows what I referring to when his sole focus is trying to take care of me and the house).<br />
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He leaves after a few words of which I can't recall and I am left home with big tears falling down my face. Tears that I caused because I expect way to much. Along comes Sunday morning and fearful to do anything I just thought:<br />
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"I don't think this is working"<br />
"I can't do this thing we do"<br />
"He is so upset with me I will be shocked if he even speaks to me"<br />
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"Maybe I should just tell him that I don't want this, that way I brought it into our relationship I can take it out and he won't have to say he doesn't want this lifestyle"<br />
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Vic comes and sits next to me and he says "I think this is tearing us further apart then bringing us closer together" <br />
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Silence is a very scary place <br />
Thinking this thing we do is over even scary<br />
Admitting I am wrong even in a very tiny voice in broken sobbing speech brings me into his arms safely tucked in and talking it over is like a slice of warm apple pie ala mode.<br />
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Communication is key but sometimes we need to realize it is the day to day conversations that make the difference. No matter how much I wish it, Vic will never be able to read my mind and I need to be more direct in my conversations a few clearly asked questions could of avoid this whole breakdown. Now just to remember that- <br />
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Oh and that OTK DD well that will be Part 2 of the "The Road" trip.<br />
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The last few days I have been reading about March being Q and A month. As you can see I don't promise to always give good answers but if you ask me one or two I will try my best to answer you. I am pretty sure at this stage I have more questions than answers but I am willing. <div>
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I want my HoH to lead and I find myself often interfering with it. I tell him the punishment was to much, I don't like the implement he used, he doesn't follow up, he doesn't give me answers, and on and on I could go. </div>
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When I am feeling out of sorts I plant thoughts in his head of what I think he should do or what he shouldn't do. Another blogger said in a post that her HoH caught onto this and quickly and smartly said ENOUGH you will not lead. <br />
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Normally I send a link to Vic with my post but not this one he needs to get where he is going without me driving the car. I need to keep myself in check and not get pouty, sassy, directing, coaching, and all the things I normally do. <br />
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I decided to put myself in a holding pattern and see what happensAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-48363664222402655192013-02-27T18:13:00.000-08:002013-02-27T18:13:48.221-08:00Did you know?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I think this post is more for me (I need an outlet) then those reading it and maybe Vic will read it to and understand why I am on the fence post<br />
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Did you know the sound of your voice makes me feel all warm inside?<br />
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The sight of you brings a relief to my heart?<br />
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Or being enclosed in your arms tells me all is well in our world?<br />
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Did you know that when your hand is placed on the small of my back or wrapped around the back of my neck that desires runs through me knowing you will lead me where you want me?<br />
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When you lecture me, I know you care enough to show it?<br />
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Or when you place me over your lap or bend me over and bring redness to my tush you set off an emotional release for me and I feel loved and cherished?<br />
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That when you agreed to this my insides felt relief that I no longer had to take care of everything and worry if I was doing it all right?<br />
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Did you know I want to be your first priority, my safety, my well being, my health, and that I desperately need you to be?<br />
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Sometimes what I do and what I am suppose to do are worlds apart and that is when I need you to take over and lead me where I need to be.?<br />
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Did you know that when you don't hold me accountable for the goals we set for me, I hear that I am not important enough for you to focus on me?<br />
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Or that things that bother or annoy you are more important than my vows I made to you?<br />
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That to the outside world I am strong, determined, focused, a mother lion protecting her cubs, but inside I am insecure, scared, that I want nothing more then to be your good girl and I need you to chase away the monsters that live under the bed?<br />
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That my favorite place in eternity is safely wrapped in your loving arms?<br />
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Since starting TTWD and Dd I have learned so many things, about myself, about my husband and about us. Often times we take advantage of what we have right there in front of us and forgot to be grateful for what we have. I have asked my husband to change the dynamic of our relationship, ask him to change a life time of learning- without question he has. Has it always been easy for him-NO, have I always been easy to lead-NO, have we learned and grown closer together </div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">I have tried it a few times over the past few days, it sounds so simple but I find myself having to stop and think before I ask. CAN I is so ingrained in my brain and when you stop and think about it so rude, I can still hear someone from my childhood saying "I don't know can you" and then after I would say May I they would then answer me accordingly so when did that stop when did can takeover for May. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">I know this is a small gesture and it may or may not work. For now I will try my little submissive task and see how it works.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Thanks for stopping by.</span><em><u></u></em></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-32192016748279989682013-02-18T17:15:00.000-08:002013-02-18T17:15:00.684-08:00Sleeper in the house<div style="text-align: center;">
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A few of my post had spoken about the lack of effective spankings in the Cookie household and how compared to some of you mine were (note were) rather light and nothing to boast about. They took place for one or another of my misdeeds and we went about our lives. <br />
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Then there was my Naughty or Nice post, something about now what should I be, should I tell him or should I not referring to stepping it up a notch in the spanking category and enticing him with the view of few implements~ Now ladies why did you not stop me from myself? What part of me thought it would be ok to show him these things. Well all of this lead to some frequent smacks here and there until oh yes I went and said something I shouldn't of.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">How did that come out of my mouth- who said that- oh man I am so not getting a pass on that- 3 </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">little words that Vic hates to hear from me. He has told me a few times, even showed me a text I sent him asking him that and given me my fair share of warnings. Which brings us to would you like your punishment before or after dinner? O O O ooo and then he introduced me to his little friend</span></div>
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YES you are seeing correctly!!! Eeeegads has my man lost his mind, that is a metal serving spoon. Seriously who has a metal serving spoon in this day and age, well you guessed it my <strike>dumb </strike>intelligent butt does. It seems that all my other misdeeds were from goals I had set for myself, issues I had ask for his help with. When I didn't meet those goals he felt since I asked for his help he would hold me accountable to them, but went lightly. Now I had done something he has asked me repeatedly not to say, so he felt just in my spanking, how was I suppose to know I was living with a "sleeper spanko"</div>
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I truly think he was a sleeper spanko- all this time I was worried that he wasn't in to spanking me and maybe this was to weird for him Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee he was just waiting for the right moment to awake. I am thanking the heavens above, the spanking gods, and my HoH that I didn't get to many swats from his little friend, that <strike>damn evil gadget</strike> beautiful spoon hurts. Oh I will for sure remember next time to engage brain before mouth acts at least I plan to. I have been saying that for so many years it is like DNA to me and as I am being whacked and lecture for saying it he throws in and I don't want to hear "I forgot" any more from you either. Oh dear spanking gods help me lose that spoon of his, please........................................................Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-61449842498779490512013-02-13T17:04:00.002-08:002013-02-13T17:04:33.285-08:00Naughty or NiceWell tomorrow is Valentines Day and it will be our first one since starting DD so it has me wondering what kind of day I would like:<a data-ved="0CAUQjRw" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=YVah5_O0SWp7bM&tbnid=QhmduJCMqlPkfM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.funkyhen.com%2Fhen-party-boppers%2Freversible-head-boppers%2F&ei=VSUcUcqwB5K40QGqwYGIBw&bvm=bv.42261806,d.dmQ&psig=AFQjCNE5hhoisvHzItMiSgtG7aSGxoCw4A&ust=1360885271621421" id="irc_mil" style="border: 0px currentColor;"><img src="http://www.funkyhen.com/i/shop/7/naughty-angel-bopp-1-lrg.jpg" height="200" id="irc_mi" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="200" /></a> As we all know this is not my decision to make of which I am<strike> told</strike> reminded of often lately. I have thoughts about being a good little angel and trying to obtain a GG spanking, it just seems like I can't be that GOOD- I wear my halo so proudly is it my fault that the damn thing has a short in it? I look something like this<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ok so really it is malfunctioning and I look like this</span><br />
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Charge it, why yes please.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Vic and I seem to be in a very good place right now, are we perfect well of course not- maybe one day when and if the planets align and men come from Venus and women from Mars- I know I know I have that backwards but hey if I can be perfect than that can happen too.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Ok back to my original thought Naughty or Nice, I think my tush would like some action (not that action) this action-</span><br />
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Vic has been very soft on me where spanking is concerned<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I know this is normal- I am not criticizing and he has stepped up it is a learning experience for both of us, I even received a "tune up" last week, he even woke me up to deliver it. I know impressive isn't he. So my naughty mind is wondering (a very scary thing) about all these implements out there that some of you have and they excite me and make me nervous. For example many of you talk about the dreaded <a data-ved="0CAUQjRw" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=C_iuqXQOIIfw2M&tbnid=EhEbw4s_31VcuM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fs608.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ftt163%2Fcg0539%2FTrue%2520School%2520Paddling%2520Stories%2520Backup%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3Dwooden-spoon.jpg%26sort%3Dascending&ei=4i4cUeKQJKfv0QHGz4DQAQ&bvm=bv.42452523,bs.1,d.dmQ&psig=AFQjCNFXIC19iwOuh29CSIcCJf0cj3aCzA&ust=1360887876240536" id="irc_mil" style="border: 0px currentColor;"><img src="http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt163/cg0539/True%20School%20Paddling%20Stories%20Backup/wooden-spoon.jpg" height="371" id="irc_mi" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="285" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;">and then there is the<img class="rg_i" data-sz="f" name="54OmTp-uSM-XrM:" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTVH65zTe4elLLkIg_-LuWpuvhdCMQjTCl3czlztnYyCZ1ZaK7RYw" style="height: 178px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 0px; width: 178px;" /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So maybe I need to show this to Vic and let him know that we may need to take it up a notch and that I am ready</span><br />
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Saturday started with me OTK as expected, do to my mid week mis-deed. I was punished and given the clean slate I expected. I have to say my punishment left me feeling unsatisfied. I must say compared to what some of you receive mine pales in comparison. Needless to say I didn't say anything to Vic about it, maybe I should of but hey is it my job to critique his skills.....I think not.<br />
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Saturday Afternoon Delight time comes and boy way I ready for some of that, remember my midweek mis deed well part of that punishment was "no relief" but lots of service and attention but no Aha moment for missy. Thinking that I was on my clean slate plate (Ha) I was going to be on the receiving end of an Aha moment- which really was an Anot moment for missy again. Feeling a tad bit slighted and thinking oh how could he do this, not a word. Nope nodda nothing... I went from slighted, weepy, crying, pouting, and then the almighty Angry. In case any of you are wondering Angry is not our friend!<br />
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Which lead to I am not talking to you, nope not you, I am mad. I sometimes have issues reaching my Aha moment, Vic is aware of this and I was sure he was just being<strike> "mean" "insensitive</strike>" to my needs. Well Vic wasn't home that evening and I went to bed salty to say the least and woke up that way to. Sunday is communication day at the Cookie household, can't say I was looking forward to this one. It also means no electronics are allowed until after the communications is over. So no toys no no no- this ensures we don't get distracted and miss our talk. <br />
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I have breakfast in progress when Vic wakes up it definitely was one of the most quiet meals we have ever had. Afterwards we venture into the living room and Vic motions for me to sit between his legs resting against him, I think he does this so I am comforted by him, being snuggled in his body, but not having to face him. "Tell me what's on your mind"- Crying Cathie returns shaking her head no - when out of Vic comes---------------wait for it-------------------------are you ready for this-------------<br />
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"It is very difficult for me when you say / tell me that your body is mine to control, do as you please, and then when things don't go the way you think they should you get mad"<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">um um I am speechless</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">i so didn't see it from that point of view</span></div>
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I don't know what got into me this week, I mean it was a stressful one at work, but that doesn't excuse me from making poor choices and breaking my vows. I knew it was going to be the one that pushed Vic over the edge but I did it anyway- What you asked? Yep you guessed it, I did this<br />
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Ok so it isn't all bad, I think Vic likes it.</div>
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Oh no he doesn't he is just amusing me.</div>
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I am so happy to have quit smoking, I love how I feel, it is great to save the money,</div>
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We are becoming so close I am opening up and starting to share my feelings</div>
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It becomes it's my fault no really it is mine, who cares who fault it is- What are we going to do about it</div>
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I have cried a bucket of tears - I don't get it- who is this emotional woman living in my body</div>
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He is stepping up taking the lead- woohoo yippie</div>
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Ok so not so much</div>
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What am I missing- I feel like running through the house singing</div>
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not the boss of me now, and you're not so big. You're not the boss of me now,
You're not the boss of me now, You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so
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The other day Vic said something that annoyed me, it had to do with female parts and I being me took it completely out of content. During our weekly DD conversation we discussed it. One of my vows is I am <strike>forbidden </strike>not allowed to speak negative of myself jeez oh petes I can't believe it and it is a big one for Vic (lord why couldn't it of been swearing). So not having a very high image of myself is a given so when he said wow look at them @%&$ my mind went right to well no wonder he isn't into this he admires that and down the spiral my little brain went. I didn't even pause on landing to catch my breath<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="180" data-width="280" height="180" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ8EocMTbzv-eEDAgk87QQwxh07ptSURMZihivL67YXsHwxVpc8DA" style="height: 180px; width: 280px;" width="280" /></div>
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So we discussed it, can't say we solved it but it was discussed. Which brings me to today, beebooping away as I catch a glance at his screen and thought I caught a sight of some "new toys" ooohh makes my heart skip a beat, any sign that he truly is in to this makes me excited only to be accused of being- yep you guess it <img src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-1007-1221-1358_Nosy_neighbor_looking_through_binoculars_clipart_image.jpg" height="273" id="il_fi" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="350" />me of all people, I love a good story but really, I was so put off and still am I shut down, closed the door, no entry, go away, see you later. Really I was hurt and he wasn't even looking at what I thought he was- double blow to the ego. <br />
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Saturday morning found me in an unusual position, oh yeah you know the one were we all saying that silent little plea that really I am in trouble for this, really I promise I will be good it won't happen again. But no matter how much we make that plea we still find ourselves OTK and hearing those sweet words that say I love you enough to do this and as my HoH says this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me- Gulp.</div>
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Last week Vic and I sat down after my last posting and had a true heart to heart about why I wanted this, why I needed this and what I needed from him. For the first time I felt we truly made a huge step forward in this ttwd and I found myself in a very happy safe loving place and still do even today.</div>
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Part of our conversation was about rules, guidelines, and or something to this effect. We finally after reading others and discussing our home came to this. I have vows that I have made to him, I guess some would consider them rules but for me these are my vows as his submissive wife that I will uphold they will never change they are the core to our DD relationship and very important to Vic and I. In addition we will have few rules that Vic will set and are subject to change as needed.</div>
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what to name this post, so many things running around in this little head of
mine, I think I have, are you ready for this 3 problems all screaming for my
attention. Let me start with the most current one and then I will work my way
through the others leaving what I think is the biggest one for last. I hope by
at least putting them to words I can figure what to do afterwards with them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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been for hours and guess what- the “Talk” has not happen, the no turning on or
starting anything didn’t happen no nope notta! Well maybe one thinks it did but
I for one thinks not. Yep I am pounding away on my key board when I shouldn’t
be, but hey why not I am not the one who turned on the TV. sure I watched it
but I didn’t turn it on just partook. Let me say that we did speak about one
thing and went to go spend discipline time together till out of mouth came “Ok
but I am not sure why I being discipline” Which up come my head and body to an
upright position facing him to hear well what didn’t happen on Wednesday, which
I said you don’t listen to me – started a new workout it has different days and
I thought I missed Wednesday but turned out I didn’t. So I got a hug and I am
sorry. That was it back to watching the tube. So if that was our weekly “Talk”
I am not feeling it, not even a little. Coffee time has come and gone- off on
our separate ways now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Lately I have had some issue
reaching that Aha moment in the bedroom, I don’t blame Vic I know it is not his
fault and was really hoping that DD would assist in my issue, well right now I
am feeling like for me it has been an epic failure. I know for Vic it has been
better and I am sure my other sub friends understand that without me going into
details. But when it happened yet again the other day I was so frustrated that
it finally caused me to crack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Knowing
Vic had to get up soon I left the room to sob alone so it wouldn’t keep him up
and worry him even more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a bit I
pulled myself together enough to return to the warmth of our bed and Vic had to
be up in like 15 minutes, good plan I thought I need his security, his warmth,
his love, so I returned. You ok ` I respond with a shrug and crawled back in,
his arm was up so I headed straight for my favorite place, but no embrace, no
kiss on the head, nothing I suddenly felt very cold and even more alone. I
finally rolled over and so did he just the other way you know the away roll. I
went to the safe zone, holding on to what I had left and closing the doors. Vic
did after a while roll back over and pulled me in and kiss my head before he
got up. It was too late the doors were closed and still are.</span></span><span style="background: black; border: 1pt black; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 0pt; layout-grid-mode: line; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE; mso-bidi-language: X-NONE; mso-border-alt: none black 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: X-NONE; mso-font-width: 0%; padding: 0in;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I needed him to hold
me, I needed him to comfort me, to tell me it would be ok, we would work it out.
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husband to step up and take control I want to be submissive in our life in our
marriage, in our home and our bed but I can’t do this for both of us. It’s too hard;
I can barely take care of myself and find my way I definitely can’t help him
find his way. I brought this to him; I asked for it, I gave him the sites, my
feelings and have tried to let him grow into his role. He keeps saying he wants
it but I truly believe actions speak louder than words. If you want to do
something, if you are interested in it you will research, ask questions, see
what others do and respond to feed back. So why do I feel like he does none of
that. Like my it’s Sunday and maybe he considers that our talk, but I would
think that he would of asked if I had other issues to discuss, but then that’s me,
I am interested I am obsessed with learning more and finding out what appeals
and what doesn’t. Another example is his “project”, he has been working on it
for some time. Can I just say I HAtE HiS PRoJecT, I wish I was his “project” he
has researched it, fine-tuned it, watch videos on it, worked on it, become
obsessed with it, and continues to do so. Why because he is interested in it,
how it works, what makes it tick, what works, what doesn’t, who has tried what
and how it worked, why it didn’t or why it did. He is constantly looking at
ways to improve his “project” and all I want to do is break it into a million
frickin pieces and say make me your “project”. I can’t believe I am totally
jealous of this, every time I see it or he talks about it I want to just
scream. How childish of me, I should be happy he has something that interest
him, that keeps him home and near me. SO why do I hated it so, because it
receives what I want- him, for him to be obsessed with me like he is with it, what
make me tick, what might work in this new relationship of ours. Maybe this isn’t
for us, I keep opening myself up exposing myself more and more and it seems all
I ever do now is cry and cry some more. I am not sure, I am confused, I am hurt
and hurting and I feel so very alone. I can’t do this for both of us, so what
do I do; I don’t know. Do I close the doors we open, do I say it’s ok, we are
good with just the sex part and leave the rest alone, I wish I knew. I just
know I keep falling and hitting the ground really hurts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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get posted, it is all so personal, my feelings are all so raw, I don’t know if
I can put myself out there like this. I wish I had someone to go to, to let me
cry and hear me out and help me find the way but for now all I have is my
blogger cyber friends and I don’t know if I can even turn there. At least I
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Vic and I did sit down and talk today about all of this and he has read it and he suggested that I go ahead and post and see what insight my blogger friends might give us. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-26428668782811153272013-01-11T16:30:00.000-08:002013-01-11T17:33:52.536-08:00Happy Half Hour<div style="text-align: center;">
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and maybe I will indulge myself with that after a nice long shower. I work full time and with my drive I am away from my humble home most daytime hours. I am a tad freakish (ok extremely) about my humble home, I like (ok really love) it to be clean and organized. So my Happy Half Hour after I get home looks more like this<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="248" data-width="203" height="248" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT7s64LOlYHJkRDsg2DpnUkso0jCoiugSBYEuXNJYfTkvRtw7QpmA" style="height: 248px; width: 203px;" width="203" />Now I know many of you are thinking this gal has lost her marbles but truly I get a little (alot) nutty if the house isn't set a certain way. Often times I probably go over the deep edge to get stuff done. It isn't a rule nor an expectation from Vic frankly I think most of the time the house could be in shambles and he wouldn't mind (although over time he has become accustom to our humble home being set a certain way) nor would he say anything- I guess I should add that this was how he was before ttwd and maybe in the future he will have something to say but I truly think before he said something I would be locked up in a mental institution because I would snap if it ever got that bad. If anything I think it drives Vic mad that I am usually running around looking something like this<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="225" data-width="225" height="225" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQFdq_7viunC65l-D9pXL41w0kTvh5i8Gaf32NYdjF338tPqv2b" style="height: 225px; width: 225px;" width="225" />when we are finally home together. So knowing this I started my Happy Half Hour rountine since he is not home when I get home and do all the cleaning I can within a half hour so when the moments come that we are together we can spend more time with each other. I just started this week and so far so good maybe one day Vic will come home and he will see <img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="236" data-width="214" height="236" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT_jBF92RPxgN5NntlGCkSFFeLewJ3R4kT_clSJ88ur2xg8aqUn" style="height: 236px; width: 214px;" width="214" />which might just lead to alot of this<br />
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Wish me luck.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-50725684947855036502013-01-07T18:25:00.000-08:002013-01-07T18:25:15.080-08:00Don't sweat the small stuff?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: cyan; color: red;"><span style="background-color: white;">I can't believe we had our first real "Discussion" and I was so worried about it. I truly need to stop worrying about the small stuff and focus on the big picture. I sometimes think Vic must think I am crazy. He did throw a loop hole in my plan of attack when on Saturday he said lets chat now Um I am a planner I have to have an agenda just to get out the door on time, whatever is this man thinking- I think this was preplanned he knows me too well.</span><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> So out comes my very little voice that says:</span></span><br />
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Sometimes life can take some amazing turns and I do believe that our life is turning in the right directions with Dd and letting my Vic be all that he should have always been. We now will chat every Sunday discuss the good the bad and the ugly cause she is still perched on my shoulder and needs a good knock once in awhile and he is just the man to put me in my place- Who Knew-<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-6855424782253459462012-12-29T06:15:00.001-08:002012-12-29T06:15:33.870-08:00Storm CloudsI feel a storm brewing in me, so many emotions- very busy family time and I think the tide is rolling in pulling me into it. I know what I am suppose to do, but somehow I manage not to do the task we have agreed upon. Why I asked myself, what is it that I can't manage to do the things I asked Vic to help me with. Am I looking for attention, feeling out of sorts with the extra things the holidays brings to my plate. I am not sure- <br />
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Here is my storm- we agree to ttwd after a rollercoaster start, we discussed and agreed on the tasks that Vic believes will be a good start, the conquences for failing to do them are set and off we go. So why is it when I confese my misdeeds I get in response from him "So what are we suppose to do about these misdeeds".<br />
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Cut in the clouds, large dark and scarey--- as the mind goes : Did he just ask what are WE suppose to do, I thought that was clear- if you don't do X you will get Y and Z. You mean there are options to this~ that isn't what I signed up for- I need you strong, I need to know you will do what you say. How confusing is this- is this how it works, he can changed his mind, give me options if he chooses, change directions- HOW am I suppose to function with this? I don't have options, yes I agreed to ttwd and he is our HOH but wait suddenly I feel like this:<br />
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I am up there hanging and he is suppose to catch me, he said he would but why am I wondering if will. SO here I hang waiting and wondering, lost and confused. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-16267158706407133322012-12-23T10:18:00.000-08:002012-12-24T19:05:47.875-08:00So how did I become Cookiemonsterswife so many of you are thinking this:<span id="goog_2012864723"></span><span id="goog_2012864724"></span><br />
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It truly has little to do with the real cookie monster- (sorry sesame street)- it has to do with a radio station I listened to many years ago and a story the morning DJ told about his step-daughter at a young age when they were discussing how when a door is closed that she should knock and wait to be told it is ok to enter, that she should respect their privacy and knock and wait. Which she responded to "Oh so that is when you guys are having your COOKIES" Like most morning DJ's it went from bad to worse and I came home calling my man a CookieMonster thief because he was always stealing my cookies! And that is how I became CookieMonstersWife :) Way back then I had not heard of DD or DH or TTWD we were just a couple going on with life and all the obstacles a new relationship brings, blending families and adjusting as we went. Life sure has changed since those days. We have had our share of roller coaster rides some faster than others but always <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">challenging</span>. I think submissive <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">tendencies </span>have always been there for me, mostly in a bedroom kind of way, it is nice to let go and have someone else handled the reins, if only real life could resemble that- wouldn't life be great. Then ONE day as I was web searching away about my inner thoughts along came a site and as I read it I thought whoa who is in my head and writing my thoughts online, they can't do that those are my most inner thoughts from my heart and soul right there online for the whole world to see- crap why hasn't the earth cracked open and swallowed me up yet. So after reading more and clicking into it more a new obsession took over and read read read everything I could (I truly wish I remembered who's blog I found first to give them credit but so many so fast I can't recall- Sorry). Then the GIANT step I sent off a site to the MAN-"A husbandly touch" (now under a new name) and then poof I thought ok so now he knows and things will change and all is good but instead it was more like</div>
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Like many sites say I was going for home base and my loving, caring, and confused husband was still trying to get to first base! Oh the rollercoaster ride now became like the Spider ride and I wondered if we were still in the same amusement park. Road trips are wonderful forced communication time, cause there is no place to run and hide when you hear the words "SO" and then it's on, oh yeah I forgot I was supposed to communicate with him out loud, I thought silence communication was a valid form and I didn't understand why he had left my amusement park and went to another and then there we were on the same ride in the same seat and I was forced to confess my deepest feelings and pour out all the thoughts running in my head (that I still think he should be able read my mind) and then hold my breath as I think it is a good thing I am driving or he may push me out of the car (he would never actually do that). After many little conversation, some tears of emotions and some reading on his part we are now creeping over the start line and he is turning into the dominant loving husband my soul has been searching for and never knew it. </div>
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A huge shout out and Thank you to Willie for answering my questions and encouraging me to get posted. Thanks and I hope you enjoy reading.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288628723373661009.post-18903547647902703572012-12-14T18:21:00.001-08:002012-12-14T18:21:23.069-08:00I am a lurker who is trying (unsuccessfully I might add) to go live. New to blogging but not new to lurking, I have been at that for sometime. Thanks for letting me lurk and follow. May you all have some cookies tonight and me too.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12593540781048637365noreply@blogger.com0