A Decent Proposal

As the title of this post suggests, The Keeper proposed to me recently. And he did a damn good job, too. So, I’ve decided to set him forth as an example for anyone out there who is trying to figure out how to go about this, apparently, daunting task.

First, here’s how it all went down:

We were on vacation in the Outer Banks. The Keeper and I had talked before the trip about having a picnic on the beach one of the nights of our vacation. So earlier in the day we bought a picnic basket/cooler and some wine. Then in the evening we grabbed a couple Subway sandwiches, packed them into the cooler with the wine and a couple of plastic mason jar cups with twisty straws, and hauled everything out onto the beach.

 

We tried to pick a place that the was both less populated and close to where we’d crossed the dunes. We ended up close to where we’d entered the beach, but overrun by small children hunting for ghost crabs shortly after we’d spread our blanket out and sat down. We ate our sandwiches and drank our wine and muttered about how it would be nice to have an unobstructed view of the ocean instead of a wall of small children. Eventually the adults that were with the children either decided it was getting too late or realized they were bothering us and they shepherded the kids down the beach some.

We finished our wine, watched the ocean until it got dark enough to see stars, and then laid out on our blanket looking up at the sky. We both exclaimed about how bright the stars were with no city lights to compete with, and then The Keeper said, “Man, this would’ve been a really good time to propose.” And I sort of chuckled and replied, “Oh you just thought of that?” And he said, “Nope”, and pulled out the ring box.

 

And that was pretty much it. He asked the question, I answered, we chatted a bit. Then we went back to the house we had rented.

Now, here are the lessons you should be taking away from this story if you’re trying to figure out how to propose:

1- Unless your partner has specifically said that they want to be put on the spot in front of a huge crowd of people, don’t. An informal poll of all of our female friends, both married and unmarried, suggests that the way The Keeper went about things was perfect. Most people don’t want their answer to such a huge question to be waited upon and scrutinized by a huge group of strangers. Or a huge group of family and friends for that matter. So either find somewhere secluded to pop the question, or if you have to do it in the middle of a crowd somewhere do it in a way that won’t draw the attention of the people around you. That means that if you’re in a restaurant, don’t do that one knee bullshit.

2- Choose a special place. It can be somewhere you go together often and both really like, or somewhere that’s special because it’s new and you’re both excited to be there experiencing it for the first time together. Just try to pick a place that will be worthy of the memory later on. I’m not generally super mushy or sentimental, but I do want to be able to tell people about this event and if the setting had been something boring he would have had to work way harder on the delivery for it to be a good story.

3- Do what feels right for you and your relationship. If it feels right to write out and rehearse a speech beforehand, do that. If it feels better to just wing it when it comes to the words, that’s fine. If you want to go down on one knee, great. If not, that’s ok too. Just take the other two points into account. If the location you’ve chosen means that getting down on one knee will draw a bunch of attention and you don’t know if your partner is ok with that, then either pick a new location or don’t do the knee thing.

That’s it. It’s that easy to get it right. Unless you’re with one of those weirdos who want some outlandish, grand, attention seeking gesture. I don’t know what to tell you about those people.

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My Boyfriend is Dating Another Girl…

…which is totally OK because I am also dating the same girl.

And it occurred to me when I woke up today that The Keeper and I are in a somewhat unique position. As of right now we’ve been out on one date with a fantastic girl that we both really, REALLY like and there’s a second date in the works probably for next week. The goal of all this (in addition to making an awesome new friend) is to eventually have a threesome and possibly have an ongoing friend with benefits/ BDSM relationship with The Girl. But right now we’re just dating, getting to know one another and trying to determine if we want to get more intimate or not just like any other dating situation. I can’t necessarily speak for The Girl or The Keeper, but I’m having all the same feelings as any other time I’ve been on the cusp of a new romantic relationship. The big difference is that this time I have The Keeper right there with me. I have the excitement of a new relationship while also having the security of my relationship with The Keeper. I get to have all the giddy nerves and the anticipation of a first kiss and the awkward should-I-make-a-move moments WITHOUT the worry that something is going to explode and someone is going to get hurt; because not only are all three of us adults who have been communicating openly about our feelings and expectations from the beginning, but also because each of us has a secure relationship to fall back on if things don’t work out. None of us is in a position where we’ll be alone and hurting if something bad happens.

That is a unique and special place to be. I’m quite enjoying it. And I’m especially happy to be sharing it with The Keeper.

30 Days of Kink: Day 30

Whatever BDSM/kink related thing you want to write about.

And now we come to the end. I’ve enjoyed this meme a great deal. Not only did it get me posting regularly over the last month, but most of the questions were actually fairly interesting to me as well. There is no question to answer or specific topic to talk about today though, so I think I’m going to do something a little different. This is a short erotic fiction I wrote about six years ago. It’s not great, but I’ve gotten compliments on it and I think it’s a good way to end the 30 Days of Kink.

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“He’s such a generous man,” she thought as she walked down the street. It was early in the afternoon and the sun was shining. She smiled. A lot of stares were being directed toward her, just as Mr. Blake had promised. She wasn’t surprised; after all she was wearing a Girl Scout uniform. The top was skin tight and half unbuttoned to show her large round breasts and lacy black bra, and the skirt was so short that if she were to bend at the waist her well groomed pussy would be fully exposed. To complete the outfit she was carrying a green messenger bag full of Girl Scout cookies.

She turned a corner. OK, third house on the left. As she approached the huge brick house she reached into her bag and found a brush. Before ringing the doorbell she brushed out her long brown pigtails. Reaching for a box of Thin Mints, she rang the bell.
   
A tall, athletic looking man with black hair, mustache and goatee opened the door. She smiled and in a cheerful voice said, “Hi! Would you like to buy a box of cookies?”
   
“Hmm, I don’t know…” his voice was very deep.
   
“Please? They’re really tasty, and if I sell enough I get rewarded with a badge.”
   
“Is the badge important to you?” he asked, a smile beginning to form on his lips.
   
“Oh, it’s very important to me, and I only have to sell two more boxes of cookies to earn it. I would do anything to get this badge.” She replied in as serious a tone as she could manage.
   
“Really? I have an idea then, come inside,” he invited, stepping back to let her in. He took her bag and set it on a table by the door, then led her into a comfortable looking sitting room. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”
   
She sat down on the plush cream colored sofa and waited. Before long she heard his footsteps coming back behind her.
   
He held a long piece of light green fabric in front of her for a moment before drawing it to her mouth. When she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing (as if she didn’t know), he pulled the cloth into her mouth. Then, as he tied it behind her head, he said, “Now, you just let me know when that badge is no longer important.”
   
Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed her neck and lightly ran the back of his hand down her cheek. Then he tightened his hand around her throat and whispered in her ear, “Stand up.” She did as she was told and he took her hand. He led her to a room where an iron bar with a curved end was protruding from the wall. The bar was about level with her eyes. He led her to it and tied her hands to it with another length of green fabric. She looked at him with big, frightened eyes.
   
She wasn’t frightened, she was curious. What would he do next? She was already wet imagining the possibilities. But Mr. Blake had told her to act scared. Mr. Blake preferred to see her hunger, her need. His friend, however, was turned on by fear. She could already see the bulge forming in his slacks just from looking into her eyes.
   
He walked across the room to a desk and rummaged in one of the drawers. When he returned he was holding a pair of scissors. Slowly, he cut the buttons off her uniform top, and then hung the scissors on the curved end of the metal bar.
   
He ran his hands under her open shirt and around to her back, then down her back and over her round, firm ass. His hands rested below her ass for a moment before moving down the backs of her legs, then back up and under her skirt.
   
“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” he said, grinning as she shook her head frantically. “Yes you are. You are a filthy little Girl Scout slut. Not wearing any underwear.” He slid a hand in front of her and between her legs. She was dripping wet now. He inserted a finger into her soaked pussy. His index finger barely fit in her tight little cunt. “Perfect,” he thought.
   
He was hard now. His cock was straining to get out of his pants. He stepped away from the slut he had tied to the wall, unzipped his pants and took out his long, thick cock. Then he stepped back over to her and watched as her eyes started to tear up. That was all the persuasion he needed. He picked her up easily and positioned her so the head of his penis was just touching her pussy, then…he dropped her, letting gravity do its job. She moaned and tears streamed down her face as he lifted her again and dropped her again. He was ripping her in half, and it felt so good. Every time he dropped her she could feel his cock hit the very back of her vagina. Soon she forgot herself and began moaning with pleasure, arching her back and throwing back her head. He stopped. After lifting her off his cock and setting her back on the floor he turned and walked back across the room.
   
“You stupid bitch,” she thought,” Mr. Blake is going to be furious.”
   
When he came back a wooden paddle was hanging from his wrist by a thong. She looked at the floor. He walked behind her and held up her skirt.
   
One, two, three whacks from the paddle. He didn’t start of slow or easy, he hit her ass hard every time. Six, seven, eight; she was bent over now, juices from her pussy dripping down her legs and tears falling onto the floor. Nine was harder and ten was even harder than that. She heard the paddle drop to the floor. She was sobbing now and her head was hanging between her up stretched arms. She felt, just barely felt, his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks. There was something cold enough to make her gasp drizzled on her puckered hole, then the head of his cock pushed against her back opening. She tried weakly to pull away, but he pulled her back and back until slowly inch by inch his entire cock was in her ass. Then he began fucking her. Thrusting hard, listening to her sob and choke on the gag. He got into rhythm with her sobs. Every time she let out a sob he would pull out till only the head was in her ass, then just as she was inhaling he would pull her fast and hard back all the way to his pelvic bone. The more he fucked her the more she sobbed and the faster his thrusts came. He stopped pulling her and began just thrusting by himself, with one hand tightly gripping her throat and the other massaging her clit. She was still crying, but she was also in heaven. She could feel his cock pulsing in her ass and she knew he was about to cum. Soon she heard him groan and she could feel the warm semen explode into her ass. His cock slowly began to shrink and he pulled out. His cum began leaking out and mixing with the juices flowing down her legs. She was hanging forward again. As he walked by her he pulled on the end of the cloth tying her to the bar. She fell forward onto the floor as he left the room.
   
After he had showered and put on clean cloths the man came back. She had finished crying and was sitting up now with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. He brought her bag to her and knelt down.
   
“Here,” he said, holding out some money to her. “I’d like two boxes of cookies.”
   
She reached into the bag and pulled out a box of Thin Mints and a box of Tagalongs.
   
“Tell Blake thanks for me.”

30 Days of Kink: Day 29

Do you have a BDSM title (e.g. mistress, master, slut, pig, whore, princess, goddess, ma’am, sir)? What is your opinion of the use of titles in general?

Within the D/s dynamic I would like to have, titles just aren’t really necessary. I understand why other people have them, but my preferred dynamic just isn’t so extreme that I need to call The Keeper something other than his name. As for myself, I don’t feel a title would be necessary either. My Dom is my Dom, he can call me anything he likes. I will say though that I do sort of informally categorize our dynamic as one of Owner/pet. I will probably never call him Owner in place of his name, and the only time he’s called me pet it’s more like an affectionate nickname like “honey” or “baby” than a title, but if we were going to have formal titles those are probably what they would be.

In regard to the use of titles in general, my opinion is this: meh. I don’t really have an opinion. I understand all the reasons people use them, and I feel that people should do what feels right to them. If calling your partner Master or Sir feels right, then by all means do so. If it doesn’t feel right, then don’t do it.

30 Days of Kink: Day 28

How do you dress for kink/BDSM play? What significance does your attire have to you?

This actually came up last night in conversation with The Keeper, sort of. We were talking about possible plans for New Year’s Eve. I had suggested an event I’d seen posted on FetLife, and we discussed it a bit before I eventually came to the conclusion that I would like to go, but I wouldn’t have the first clue what to wear. Now, that is partially due to the fact that most of my clothing no longer fits and partially because I don’t have any fetish/kink clothing. I have no leather or latex. No corsets or thigh high stiletto boots. Nothing that’s even all that flattering, vanilla or otherwise. So we decided not to go to the fetish club to ring in the new year.

More significant to the topic at hand though, I don’t really dress any particular way for BDSM play. I have a few pieces of fairly tame lingerie, but otherwise I’m usually just naked when I play. So I suppose the significance my attire has to me would be none.

30 Days of Kink: Day 27

Do your non-kink interests ever find their way into your kinky activities? If so, how?

I hate to say it, because it means this is likely to be a really short entry, but… no. I’m not even sure how inserting my non-kink interests into my kinky activities would work. Maybe if I was interested in sexual roleplay The Keeper and I could roleplay our D&D characters in kinky situations, but I’m not at all interested in sexual roleplay. I suppose if I ever try wax play it might incorporate some of my more artistic interests/talents, but I haven’t tried that yet so I can’t be certain. I would be interested to hear from people who DO incorporate their non-kink interested in their play, just so could understand how that would work.

30 Days of Kink: Day 26

What’s your opinion on online BDSM play?

This may be my favorite 30 Days question so far. You see, up until about 3 years ago I don’t think I really consciously identified my sexual preferences as BDSM or kink related. I mean, I knew that some of what I’d done and some of what I liked could be considered “kinky”, and I knew about BDSM in sort of an abstract way, but I didn’t really know about the whole subculture and community aspect of it. Then, a few months after a particularly painful breakup, my ex directed me to the web-novel Tales of MU. At the time, Tales of MU also had an official community forum. Once I was hooked on the story I found the forum, and the people who posted there most frequently all seemed to be into kink and BDSM. There was even a section of the forum for people to play out BDSM scenes and basically have cyber sex.

I actually got fairly heavily involved with some of the members of that group who had more experience with BDSM than myself. Heavily involved and quite intense, but all online. I played out spanking scenes in IM and bondage/knife play scenes in the forum. At one point I was involved so intensely with one playmate in private messages that I had to halt one scene due to a genuine, real life emotional overload that had nothing to do with anything going on in my real life and everything to do with the online play we’d been indulging in. Not to mention the fact that this forum is where I first met The Keeper, and we played out various kink related things in the forum as well as in IM long before we met in person.

Given all of that, I’d have to say my opinion of online BDSM play is a positive one. Online play is the thing that got me truly interested in the culture and community of BDSM and not just the sex. However, I will say that I don’t think online play is necessarily something everyone should try. I wouldn’t even go so far as to say that people who are new to the whole thing should try it online first. Playing online requires, in my opinion, more imagination as well as the ability to express yourself clearly in writing. So it’s not for everyone. But I’d say that if you’re someone who gets something out of reading erotic fiction, is decent at writing and describing your own thoughts and emotions, and you’re a quick typer then online play might be something you’d be interested in trying.