Would he?

Would you love to see me scared to admit that what I want, most would run away from? I already know enough about us to know that this is true. We are far removed from the "most." And so we will spend much more time walking along the edge. We are square pegs, but we fit so well in our world.

When things get too much for me to take, I sexily create a bratty image, this itself gives me a passport to the even darker-side of our fetish-life,the dark side of your mind.

If I am challenging, will you accept? If I want breaking - Will you bring me to the edge and soar with me? And in accepting your challenge will you be able to take what you have asked for?

Zipping my head into an ultra-tight and restrictive hood, breath hard to find, posture collar gently crushing my breath more, the catsuit hugging my body as the wrist and ankle cuffs stop any other movement.

I would be more than taken, I am within your whole world of use.
If you want to see me viciously bound in rope and my head, tightly surrounded with rubber, my mouth ball gagged tightly, I will obey and oblige. With your senses tweaked or restricted, your movements limited by the tightness of the straps, how will you feel when allowed to go where you have only imagined? Are you apprehensive about where your mind will take you when all other input is gone? What will you feel as I silently stand above you and you can't tell if I am there? What will you do when I softly stroke your body after you have escaped into the inner regions of your mind?

I would never deny you, never say no...You own me. Lock me away, use me, it's for your enjoyment.

My enjoyment comes from pushing you. Both of our dreams meet and consume us.

Forever and ever.

My fate awaits your hands.

A nap and a beating.

Today I went over to J3's for breakfast. We had coffee and ate and then J3 asked me if I wanted to cuddle or sort stuff (hes trying to get things organized to be with me soon). Of course I said cuddle. Song lyric from deep in sludgeville "Eat a nutritious breakfast and go back to bed."

We laid there face to face talking and caressing one another. I had a cramp in my arm so I turned over and he spooned me. He was rubbing my body softly touching me all over and cupping my breast when he moved his hand down to my pussy and began rubbing my clit. He started with light circles at first, then when I was wiggling up against him he went fast and faster until I was cumming!

Then I turned over and faced him again. He was smiling and so was I. Then he stared running his nails down my back. Softly at first but harder and harder the more I moaned, the harder he scratched. At one point he hit my back. reset... it was actually open hand slaps, first lightly but then building in tempo and intensity. And by the way she was doing her opera diva thing I could tell that she was really getting into it. Another one of those new things you learn moments, I think I enjoyed it more than Wendy did. Fan-tas-tic!!! Oh, and by the way, I was glad that the storm windows are almost air and sound tight. He hasn't ever done this before, but I loved it and I asked him to do it again. HE DID!!! Over and over he kept hitting, beating my back, as I was moaning more, more , more! Yes YES YES! I loved it! Finally he did something he has wanted to! and I enjoyed it more than him I think. Afterwards he held me and even put some lotion on my back. Oh my goodness I want more of this kind of attention. I felt so amazing I cant describe in words and Now I feel sort of rejuvenated. more please!

I know its going to be a great weekend we have plans to go to the West Michigan rope meeting and the terrorist( my daughter) is gone for the whole weekend!!! whooohooo maybe he will tie me up and beat me like he did this afternoon.

I love you Master...thank you for letting me be me....and us be us!

Be Well-
Wendy

"Our Fetish Life"

Just a small note...We wanted to have a way our readers could separate who is writing so we are going to try a color code. This is the color J3 will use and this is Wendy's color. We both wanted a shiny black color but it was tough to read against a dark background. Wonder if there is a font called Leather, or Rubber. Let us know if it's working please.

Welcome fellow voyagers. Time for an installment of "Our Fetish Life", which sounds much clearer than "Our Alternate Life." The difference between the two titles is a little murky but let us take a moment to try to explain what I mean. We try to look at our lives as a piece of cloth. Our Fetish Life is so deeply woven into our regular life that to try to separate the two would leave both frayed and torn, just rags. Been there, done that. That's the reason we both took the risk. We knew we were different and maybe there was an iota of a chance that someone else on this planet would welcome us and accept us and love us, without having to suppress who we actually are. We both started looking at the same time and our trajectories crossed. And now we are one. We took a long time to get to this point. The battles are over now. We both realize and accept that this is a major part of who we are. We are happy in being together and being able to be just us. In the past we have tried to push our interests and desires down, to be more conventional, more "normal." Someone with a great way with words once said "Normal is a setting on a washing machine." What we share is not for everybody. There's nothing "right" or "wrong" with you whether you are interested in it or not. The power of submission touches me deeply and we are amazed how powerful these "different" feelings are incorporated into our lives now.

One of the things we often say to each other when encountering someone or group with interests not quite to our tastes is "Everyones Different." And that includes us. And when we say that, we are smiling huge Cheshire cat smiles. Why wouldn't it be true? That said, here is a small unranked list (and it isn't all inclusive) of things that we enjoy.


Rubber/Latex: We both enjoy the sight, the feel, the smell, the sound, and hell. . . even the taste sometimes. (Easy on the powder please.) I generally don't dig women, but how can you not admire the female form clad in tight, shiny latex? (Maybe I have a bi curious side, but we've yet to explore it.) It also must be said that I LOVE seeing J3 in his rubber! Just the sight of him has my cunt twitching and my mouth salivating! Nothing hugs and encloses you like rubber. . . enveloping your every nook and cranny. The smell turns us on. . .and so does the sound. . you can hear it "snap" as you move. Is it just us or does it make sex and play a bit more exciting? Of course it makes our sex and play more exciting, and not just a bit. She looks great in rubber! And, it is as if she develops an almost instant mind shift when wearing it. I love watching her move! And running my hands over her. And... you get the idea. Here's an aside... I know, but do you, know how rare she is? And how fortunate I am? Ear to ear smile.


Leather: Specifically we love the look of leather. We also love the smell and sensations. Leather restraints are so soft and yet at the same time can be so harsh. Leather is a material which can evoke a raw sensuality, it can encase my body and still be a sensuous enhancement. Leather implements such as a crop or flogger can deliver kisses as of butterflies, or tiny bee stings, flying over my body, building in power until he delivers white hot searing lines of pain. What are you talking about baby? You in your chaps and corset? You wearing the cuffs on your ankles and wrists? The collars? The hoods? The boots? How about all of it. We love it all. And I doubt if there is anybody that loves leather and wearing it more than we do.


Hardware: buckles, D-rings, chains, clamps and the like! We love the shininess! Oh my, Oh my. I love the sturdiness and the possibility of their severity. Did I mention that the sound of chains and buckles immediately gets her attention? yes the sounds are incredible!! Also, I love when he refers to me as his "hardware whore," makes me feel so extraordinarily special! Especially when blindfolded. (There's)Nothing like slowly drawing the chains over her thighs. We are sitting here laughing about trying to edit this so it reads well. Wendy is AKA Miss PropaDiction. Ok..Miss Propa-Diction my ass! A blogger must be a writer and an editor if he wants to attract and keep readers. A well-written blog indicates respect both for the medium and for the reader. Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar are not merely the tools by which anal-retentive freaks like me get their kicks; they give words meaning, clarity, and, if you're lucky, beauty. However, let me apologize in advance for future misspellings and punctuation, no one is perfect, andI have,and never will claim to be.

Bondage: Rendering me a victim, helpless and immobile appeals to J3's sadistic side, and I love being bound, under his control . .so naturally, we are quite fond of bondage. This also allows me to travel to the edge, My partner by my side as I travel to, through, and return from subspace. We both LOVE many forms of Bondage! Tighter please! We have just begun experimenting with rope and after a visit to the West Michigan Rope meeting this past weekend we both want more! (Thank you Greg and Jen) I have a sadistic side? Not a chance... experts agree... I am Mr Nice Guy. Oh sure maybe in your everyday world people think that, but I would have to beg to differ when it comes to "our" world. Pop quiz for Wendy... when you are in the sleep sack what is the most used statement/question by me? Hmmmmm... That would have to be "Are you ok?" Are you sure you are ok?" "Or is it, "Is that too tight my slut?" "tighter?" Ummm... how rare is she? The last few times in the sleepsack she not only wanted it tighter, but when I thought that was about long enough and released her she didn't want it to end. Actually I was hoping this last time that I could have remained in longer. Time seems to fly by and I wanted more! More Please! Is this what we refer to as peeling back layers? I wanted more and he thought an hour was too long. Besides the becoming parched and having such a dry mouth (which was remedied by him feeding me small sips of water mouth to mouth *dreamy smiles*) I would have loved to spend the whole afternoon in the sleepsack. Maybe this is where he needs to not be such a "Mr Nice Guy" and start pushing further without reservation. hint! hint!

Tease and Denial: This one comes pretty naturally to us. It really gets my juices flowing when J3 allows me get to the "edge". . . .then stops me. How well behaved I can become *s. . .and when he finally lets me release. . .EXPLOSIONS!! I have to admit I love to tease her. I cannot explain why I enjoy keeping her balanced on the edge, no relief in slowing the teasing and no relief in denying her wanting to fly over the edge. To hear her beg for release, to plead for the ultimate pleasure.... ahhh, music to my ears. Bravo! Encore!

Breath Play: This is definitely not for the faint of heart, but I have a real soft spot for allowing J3 to put my life into his hands. . . literally and figuratively. I also from time to time enjoy controlling J3's breathing when my sadistic side can rear its pretty little head when I am stealing his breath away.Allowing him to experience the control that he has over me and the freedom to just let go. Ultimate Trust! Ultimate Care. Never have I experienced such absolute care as when she is controlling my breaths.

Puppy/Pony Play:Nothing like a cute cuddly pet! I loves being able to be treated like an animal I love it when J3 allows it.And vice versa! What ever happened to the pic of you biting on the rubber horse bit? (I believe this is the picture you are speaking about!( Click here) Fantastic imagery, another mind shift moment for both of us. My own little leather pony. Also great watching her drool. Another item for the dreams file... those leather pony boots.

Golden Showers: Intimate. Taboo. Humiliating. Degrading. We LOVE it. He loves to see me blush and this does it for sure! The ultimate in humiliating her. A wonderful nastiness that we share.

Attending Events: We absolutely love meeting people ! Lot's of eye candy. . .fellowship with other kinksters. . .what is not to love? Not to mention the fact that we get to dress up.He loves showing me off and I love being his. The feelings of pride that he wants to show me off as his slut are unexplainable! Wonderful! And I am most fortunate to have such a pervy, sexy partner to show off as mine. We are looking forward to attending more events and meeting more people. I love showing off Wendy as my slut, my whore, my love. I even love rubbing her feet after she has worn the platform boots for more than half the day. My joy in seeing her being fetishly fashionable.

Boots/Heels: I love to wear them!!! I feel sexy and sensuous when I have them on.And I am getting to be quite the acrobat maneuvering in the platforms!tiny steps! I love seeing her tiptoe or even made to crawl when the extreme height of the heels (or maybe its the ankle chains) do not permit walking. Crawl over to me baby. Oh yes! I think that he looks sexy as can be when he is wearing the shiny thigh high boots! What great legs you have! Lick lick!!


Electro Play: We've got a TENS unit and although we haven't explored much with it, J3 likes to tease me with the pictures he paints. We need more practice with this thing. Would love to make her dance uncontrollably, begging for less amps. To bad I was sleeping in Physics 231 when Ohms Law was discussed. But I have the medical knowledge so get a new 9 volt battery already!!!

Sensory Deprivation: Just another tool in our box! I love the feelings of being weak, defenseless, and helpless. Short periods of sensory deprivation can be relaxing. I love our hoods! We have a few, my favorite is our padded extreme hood we got from Leather Creations. It is extremely tight when properly laced on. But sometimes I freak too much and have to beg him to take it off please! We have a couple new latex hoods as well! And I really enjoy the feel of them. They are so soft and when under his control can have me floating in Wendaspace in no time! I also just love a simple blindfold which can make his next move so unexpected! We recently got J3 his very own sleep sack, and although he has only been in it one time, I did enjoy seeing the expressions on his face when I asked "tighter" while I was lacing and zipping him in. It was an awesome feeling to tease and torment him while he was bound in this way! And I hope that he asks to be bound again soon. hehehehe (evil grins). I am surprised that she didn't mention the mitts too. When I am zipping and lacing her into the sleep sack I seem to have to tell her everything twice... she is that into getting into it and getting to Wendaspace. When completely zipped and laced in (tightly) she has the most calm look that I think I have ever seen on anyone. What is it about being confined in 12 pounds of black leather that takes her to that so private place? For that matter, what is it about seeing her completely immobile that makes me want to run my hands over every inch of her leather covered body. Yummmm!!


Gas masks/Hoods: Goes hand in hand with our rubber fetish and breath play. We think they are *super* sexy.Gasmasks, gags, the padded hood. These are things that easily fall into the extreme category. And while we both love the idea of the ultimate level of control, it is also the one that requires the most care. We recently purchased two masks/hoods from CeresMoon Latex and we plan on at least a couple more. Especially more with open eyes. I love to watch her eyes while I torment her.


Corsets: The tighter the better. I love wearing them! I feel beautiful and sensual when I have my leather corset on. I also LOVE the look in J3's eyes when he looks at me and asks"Need some help lacing?" A knee to neck leather training corset would be great. Now put your shoes on and lets go get a Kava's Little Helper. Remind me to put this in the our dreams file.


There are so many more areas that we want to explore, and hopefully we can share with you as we adventure into the depths of our souls, the love, respect, and joy we share with one another.

And thanks for reading...J3 & Wendy

A little more about us....it will take a life time of words to explain how my world revolves around him!

I don't believe I am a good writer.

I try..J3 says I am, But he is too kind(Mr. Nice Guy)
So here I am going to attempt to explain a little more about how we met and why I feel we are so fortunate that fate stepped in and brought us together.

Perhaps 15 or so years ago, I got plugged into the Internet and discovered the alt and the BDSM world,this was when the internet had BBS chat rooms and it was mostly an online game.

Among my discoveries was the knowledge that I was being turned on by wanting to submit myself in a way that most people would never even think of. Wow I am not alone in my fantasies! This is great. But still I was leery because you cant really meet someone off the internet…can you?

Spankings were a fairly mild kink and the extreme is what I wanted.

Not just an online affair. I wanted to explore the darkest deepest recesses of my mind. I wasn’t able to tell anyone how turned on I was when technology advanced and I could read about kink and fetish information from sites like Undernet IRC channels. Sites with information on real life and online BDSM. Where people could meet and talk about their alt feelings with out judgment or fear. Some trying to find a partner to share this power exchange with.

I read and read and read and read. The more I read the more turned on I was and the more I dream t and wished I could find a partner to share my thoughts dreams and desires with.

I have always felt very different from everyone else, and as though I had a dark, dirty surreptitious mind. I was nervous someone would discover, because I felt ashamed. That is, I had always felt like this until I met J3 and I was astonished that he also had the same thoughts and ideas and dreams, just in a dominate way. The way I always dream t about.

I often felt that maybe I was a freak, and read way too many books.
I often wanted and would dream of the strong, sexy but tender, loving and kind, but very dominate man to take me and keep me as his. To totally surrender my mind, body, and soul to a man that would cherish me and my gift of submission to him.

J3 found me through yahoo personals, an ad that I had placed just to see if I could find someone who had thoughts and dreams like mine, I never thought I would find this person. He didn't exist.

Then one day the message from him popped up! Of course we did the exchanging of pictures and when I saw him I thought to myself” My goodness he is so sexy….so handsome, there is no way I could ever attract a man with such distinguished, handsome, rugged, sexy looks.”

Well after a few weeks of his persistence, talking and getting to know each other a little better on the internet and a couple of phone calls he asked me to meet him … Here he was, offering to drive over a hundred miles to meet for coffee even after seeing I wasn’t a beauty queen…or even close to one. He thought I was beautiful. He said I was sensual,My goodness how wonderful it felt those words.He must be trying to butter me up!

anyway… I agreed to meet him, it was September of 2001. Why not …what could it hurt I thought.

We met in Chelsea, Michigan Home of Jiffy Mixes!

After our breakfast and a BDSM check list I marked with low numbers for scores in fear that I would scare him off….Being to freaky for him.

I never believed he would want to see me again, but to my surprise when we left the restaurant he went to his truck the returned to my car with presents in hand !

Presents!! WOW! How sweet was he!! I couldn't believe it!! And he even wrapped them with soft red tissue paper!

While we were talking in the car, he presented me with two gifts, I opened them and when I saw the crop I must have been gleaming! I know I bit my lip and I sighed when I saw the black and white photo book with shiny fetish photo picture on the cover. He then placed the crop towards my lips and said bite. I did...I tasted the leather and glimpse of his control. I was offering my self to him in a way I never imagined I would to any one. Then he grabbed the back of my head and forced a kiss on me that knocked me off guard and I loved it! A man that takes what he wants….this is too good to be true! he wanted me. ME! You could have knocked me over with a feather!

I was completely smitten.

We went to downtown Chelsea and walked through a bookstore, shared a mocha(he likes coffee extra points!) We walked around town holding hands . I was so giddy! My cheeks were aching from smiling so much! Then to the hardware store and waked through looking at all the things we could explore our "evil" imaginations with…ropes…chains and wood oh my!

And he likes old dusty hardware stores and libraries and museums. This has got to be too good to be true. When am I going to wake up? I hope !! I hope it’s not a dream.

We found out that we are so compatible on so many levels. He is the opposite side of the coin for me; I had to be with this man.

I never thought I would be. There were to many reasons that I thought he would never want to be with me.

But I needed his strength. I wanted his dominance.I craved him!

I knew I was falling in love.

IN LOVE! For the first time in my life!

This is how it’s supposed to be for me. How I imagined it would be. But things happen when they are supposed to and we took it day by day.

I won’t get into the sorted details of the time it took to get to where we are now because some of them are not so good and they are long and not something we want to keep remembering.

But we did meet as often as time would let him get away to see me and although we both experienced some hard times and many months of rough roads and hurt and I can remember some tears too, but we made it through and we had so many more good times the bad ones faded away like a pages in a book that become tattered or torn. Faded But those pages made us who we are today and now day by day it just keeps getting better. I've learned to be patient and that it’s not a bad thing to have to wait for good things to happen.

We persevered in the face of obstacles, and during those times as I relocated to West Michigan to be with my
love we leaned on each other and peeled back more layers and found out that the us we are, is who we always want to be ...forever. Together, thriving off each other.

It’s been 6 years now that we’ve been together... in such bliss that simple words will never explain the joy I share with him.

I have such a peace inside me, a total and complete freeness – something I never thought I would ever feel.
I couldn’t have even imagined what it would feel like. Remember I had only dreamed of this man…he couldn’t possibly really exist.

Layer after layer we exposed to each other our souls, sharing everything and anything about ourselves, our past, or future, our wants desires and needs. Things we had never dared share with anyone for fear of rejection or humiliation (not the good kind).

When I shared with my partner my need to be taken, used tormented treated as his whore…his slut…his bitch, humiliated (the good kind) and used, instead of rejecting me, he loved me even more.

It was the first time anyone had ever truly seen all of me and still he loves me and he tells me that I am his reason... his everything. And I know I am because I feel so loved, wanted and needed. Feelings I never imagined in my dreams…..but that I am so filled with joy from I sometimes feel I am not worthy. But I am learning that I am….and I am allowed to be truly happy, Both of us enjoying our happiness together.

I have so much more self esteem just having been able to finally able to share my deepest darkest parts of my being. I had kept these secrets inside me for over 30 years, and now here he wanted to share these parts of my soul ….all of my parts….unconditionally. I continue to grow with him and learn about ourselves.
Not only the alt parts….but the everyday parts as well.

The part of life we sometimes refer to as “stirring the oatmeal” and even this everyday vanilla life we have so many things in common, sometimes its scary…but in a good way!

Along with so many little things. And a lot of big things too!

Safe, sane and consensual, tolerant, warmth, content, and complete.

Lots of different folks have an interest in relationships in which the man is in control. Some people might like extremely planned “scenes”;
D/s people might stress the idea of training and service; Other people might stress punishment spanking;

We might not want to get too fixed on any one way a he can control me.

We are fetishists that happen to enjoy the power exchange that a M/s or Sadists and masochists relationship take pleasure in. S & M, bondage, and so many other aspects of an alternative lifestyle, it is the give and take of control ..The trust that we share. Whether mentally, intimately, or sexually, we both enjoy!

Visit any BDSM forum and you will see repetitive amounts of arguing about protocol, who may address whom and how, who has been “in the lifestyle” for how long , people castigating one another for incorrect form, and lots of pressure on how to become “a better submissive”.

We just happen to want to explore our own preferences and ideas in this sphere in an unfettered way.

Mind you I don’t doubt that many people find tranquility and enjoy the protocol.

We just don’t follow the norm as BDSM is portrayed on the internet.

Yes he is Dominant, and I am submissive.

However, there are times when he lets me drive and then he is allowed to let go and enjoy flying high with me by his side. Holding him as he soars in places only he has taken me to.

I love that he trusts me enough to be able to let go ,share and enjoy the space he takes me to.

Feeling the pleasure he allows me to when I am under his control.

And I do enjoy the power exchange. The trust. Knowing he has never shared these parts with any one person except for me, To share this with him is truly an honor.

If you’ve read about BDSM in a M/s relationship this is almost unheard of.

But if you asked me which I prefer, I would much rather be kneeling before him with my head resting on his chaps, inhaling the rugged scent of the leather and taking great pleasure in his grip on my hair. The grin on his face when he says... ”You're mine!” The power exchange is trust and a synergy we share it is most incredible. We thrive on this force and I believe it’s a huge part of what makes our relationship so wonderfully unique.

Lots of power shifts, combining respect with pain, and pleasure. Domination roles. Submissive roles.

Many roles, many fantasies...So much to share and explore. Limits pushed and the unknown exposed.

I am his!

His leather bitch...his pony... his puppet...his latex whore...his puppy ...his slave.

submissive to him.

HIS.....and he is mine!

The entirety of us....is just us.

The whole is greater than the sum of our parts
This is where I belong...where I longed to be.
serenity
I'm so thankful he found me.”

Be Well, J3s-Wendy