Lindsey Knott's Naughty Space

Humiliation has ALWAYS been a big turn on for me. So naturally I love it when Mr marks me in a way that reminds me of my place. This morning He came behind me. Twisted my nipples. Then threw me on the bed. My shirt was lifted and he pulled out a sharpie. He then started writing all over my abdomen. Making sure when I looked down I would be reminded of what I am. While he was making his masterpiece I could feel my cunt starting to twitch and liquid escaping. All I could think about was getting on my knees and properly thanking him. Sliding his cock into the back of my throat. Moaning and moving back and forth until he shot his hot seed down my throat. Instead he twisted my nipples one more time. Fixed my top and left for work. Knowing I would be spending the rest of the day thinking about how wet and uncomfortable i am and how badly i want to thank him. I am in for a day of torture. Masturbation Monday

My favorite piece of bling.

So, recently Mr has been trying to give up nicotine because his selfish sub (me) wants him to be healthier and not die in 15 years. How dare she. This has been causing Him to be short with his patience and temper. Which has been a nuisance, but not a problem until the other day. Mr's son (T) had a birthday, and we gave him a BB gun. My family is big into hunting and T has been intrigued, so we felt it was a good way to get him started. The problem arose when T tried to hold the gun, and well, it was not the right or safe way to do it. Mr tried showing T and walking him through the proper and safe way to hold a gun and T just wasn't getting it. So Mr lost his patience and temper. There was some yelling and crying, and I decided I needed to intervene. Something we usually don't do with each other's children unless there are circumstances that warrant intervention.  This is where it was a problem for me. Standing up to Mr, even if it was right, felt so wrong. He ga

I recently put my foot down with Mr and told him he had to quite vaping. He started vaping a few years ago as a way to quite smoking, and the plan was to taper himself off the vape so he was using nicotine all together.  Last year he had made me a promise that he would be done by the time Little Miss was born. We are approaching her first birthday, and the vape is still being used.  At the beginning of the year I threw a tantrum. I told him how upsetting it was to me that he was still using the vape. He then promised to quite by Little Miss's first birthday. The birthday is now just over a month away. He has shown progress, he has gone to a zero nicotine juice. I'm super proud of him. I am. However, everytime he complains about the withdrawal symptoms I am torn. I do feel sorry that he is experiencing the discomfort, but not to the point where I am willing to tell him to forget about it. I say I'm sorry, but feel like a liar because I'm not sorry enough to rescind m

Last night Mr and i were awoken by the Little Miss. While this was slightly inconvenient, Mr decided to view it as an opportunity. I returned to bed alongside, what I presumed, was a still sleeping Mr.  I was mistaken. He grabbed my body and brought me closer to his. Making sure to press my ass up against his overly excited cock. I wiggled my ass a little to see what he would do about it. Next thing I knew he was kissing my neck and grabbing my tits. I started feeling a need growing inside me, and my moans let him know I was more than ready to be taken. He climbed on top of me while simultaneously taking off his boxers. Ripped my undies off. Then SLAMMED his thicker than normal cock into my waiting cunt. It hurt. I was not ready for him to be more excited than normal. But I didn't mind. Mr was getting what he needed, and after all, isn't that what I am for? Am I not just his to use when he needs a release? When it was all done and over he held me close covered me in kisse

The past few months have been... difficult for me. Between stress of moving in with my parents so we can save to buy a home of our own, a new dick bag boss, and new disfunctional systems at work the last thing I wanted was sex. I don't know why. In the past, the more stressed I got, the more I wanted it. Sex has always been a stress reliever for me, but this time was different.  Mr started questioning me, wondering if I was depressed, or if he had done something to turn me off. I assured him it was neither. He was patient with me, for a while. Then this week he had enough, and it was exactly what I needed. Monday night he ordered me to suck his dick, and because I had made the promise to always be available I did. At first I wasn't as enthusiastic as I could have been, but then he grabbed my hair and starting moving my head before pulling me off. Then he strattled me, kept pleasuring himself, and came all over my exposed tits. By this point I was really into it. I rubb