It's been oh so long since I've posted. I've been so busy with work that I've forgotten to take time for me. And then we had family in town. It's always something! 

So, I think the last thing I posted about was the new paddle. I'm loving it!! 

I think my favorite part is watching the skin on his ass turn from white to bright red, and then purple. I love the fact that if I hover my hand right above where I smack him, I can feel the heat radiating from that particular spot on his ass. 

He's not a pain slut, and I always said that I would only spank him as a punishment, if he earned it. I think I'm evolving. I find myself wanting to use the paddle on him even when he's been good. I want to do it because I enjoy it. I want it. I wonder how this will eventually pan out...

The other evolution is his tongue in my ass. I finally gave in and relaxed. I allowed myself to enjoy it. And now, I'm loving it! I wonder if I can come from it. We shall see... 

So, while I was in Jersey, I ordered a new pair of black knee-high boots, and they finally came in. There is a pic of them posted already for those of you who are curious.

Anyway, I went to My first munch last night. Sub/hub had to work, of course, so I went alone. There were probably close to 60 or 70 other kink-friendly people there, and I had a VERY nice time. One of the people there hand crafts the most awesome paddles!! Some had leather flaps on the wood, some had holes for increased aerodynamics, some were made of heavy woods, others light, and some have weights inside to give it an extra umph, some had carvings that leave marks when you're hit with them, and they were all beautifully crafted. Needless to say, I bought a new paddle. I can't remember the type of wood it's made with, but whatever it is, leaves an after-burn. You feel the smack, and it burns, and a few seconds later, it burns worse, like you've been smacked again. 

Last night when sub/hub came home from work, I had to try My new toy out. One smack on one ass cheek had him writhing, the second smack on the other cheek had him face down, barely breathing, and holding back tears. It was beautiful. :-) Each cheek had the prettiest bright red square, with a small white spot on the middle of each. It took Me a few minutes to realize the white spot was already a blister forming!! When I touched the spots where I hit him, he about went through the roof. The spots were so hot to the touch. Like outside of a coffee cup kind of hot. It was absolutely awesome!!

And to top the night off, I trampled him in My new black boots, after I had him lick the bottoms and the heel clean for Me.. Pretty little heel welts all over his tummy and chest!! 

All in all, it was a good night. 

We are back from NJ!!! What a trip!!

So, let's start with TSA at the airports.... 

Note to Dommes: 

1. Probably not the best idea to wear knee-high, lace-up-the-front, leather boots when shoes must be removed to go through security.

2. When traveling with a metal cock cage in your bag, keep in mind that the x-ray machine can see into the bag and the TSA agents have no problem giving you funny looks as you go through security.

Note to slaves: 

1. Make sure you ask your Dommes to remove your chained and padlocked collars before entering the security line.

2. Remember, house rules apply no matter who's house you're in!

Bought a hot new pair of red heels while on Jersey. Trampled sub/hub in them last night when we got home. Left the prettiest, brightest red indentations all over his back. And then the indentations turned into the coolest looking welts!! He was in so much pain that he was shaking. I didn't mean it as a punishment. He has always said he wanted me to trample him in heels. And now, he has decided it's not as great in reality as it was in fantasy. Needless to say, I have a new punishment!! :-)

So, it was after midnight between the 4th and 5th when he finally got home from work. That means it was technically the 5th, and our anniversary. We exchanged gifts. We signed our Slave Contract, and I put his new collar on him. And then we fell sound asleep, no play, no sex, just him lying upside down in bed, keeping My feet warm, while his hard, unrelieved cock rested on My back. 

The morning of the 5th, we had sex. I gave him permission to cum, since he hadn't in so long and it was our anniversary. The problem is that he hadn't been out of bed, yet, and so hadn't used the restroom, yet. Evidently this effects how an orgasm feels, and doesn't allow him to enjoy it quite as thoroughly as he would have otherwise. Bummer (not).

It was a pretty vanilla day. We went out to lunch together, and then I made him carry My purse and purchases as we wandered in the mall. He was such a good boy, sitting so patiently on the stool outside the dressing room, waiting on Me. I was so impressed with his behavior while we were out that when we got home, after we packed for our trip to NJ, and watched an episode of Rescue Me, he got to cum again. The problem was the he came BEFORE I gave him permission. I was right there, and he just couldn't hold back. Needless to say, he received several smacks across his face for coming too soon. I straddled his face, covering both his mouth and nose, and squeezed absolutely every drop of his cum into his mouth as he struggled to breathe. Once I was sure he'd gotten his fill, I made him get on his knees beside the bed and eat Me until I came. Once I finally got off, he laid prone on the floor with one of My feet over his mouth, and the other resting on his chest. This is how we fell asleep.

Sometime later, I awoke and had him get back in the bed to keep Me warm.

This morning, his ribbon-wrapped balls and cock got put into his cage before he left for work.

No big plans tonight, as we will probably turn in early. We leave for NJ tomorrow and won't be back until late Tuesday night, so I probably won't be answering messages or posting until we get back.

Enjoy your weekend, Readers. And for all you subs who drool over My journal, go do something nice for your Masters and Mistresses this weekend. 

Ok, so note to anyone out there who might be considering experimenting with rope bondage using christmas ribbon: Don't. lol. Note number 2: If it's your first time experimenting, don't do it while inebriated. :-)

And that will lead Me to My next point. My memory of last night is a touch fuzzy, so if My details are somewhat inaccurate, I apologize in advance. However, I guess no one but he and I would know that, anyway. 

Another fun night last night. My sub/hub came home early, so we had quite a bit of time together, which is always nice. The evening started with Me taking his cage off of him, and cutting the ribbon I had tied around his balls. He was fine until I cut the ribbon. That was the point at which he began whining and groaning in pain. At first I couldn't understand it. After all, I was taking it OFF, not putting it on tighter. He said it hadn't hurt at all through the day. But then he explained. The blood rushing back into the balls that had been without blood all day was evidently the source of his pain. Once I was done laughing hysterically at him about that, I made him get on the foot of the bed and warm My feet with his breath under the covers while I finished playing online. His hard-on wasn't far behind, as it had been a few days since he last had an orgasm. I played with him a bit, and teased a little, until eventually we moved on. 

I needed to stop playing so I could hook up the new printer, and he needed to do some chores around the house. Each time he came into the office to check on Me or see if I needed anything, I either touched/caressed him, or flicked his penis/balls. Once all the household stuff was taken care of, we decided to go out to dinner. 

This is where My memory starts failing Me. I think it was the margaritas with dinner. :-)

We had a very nice vanilla dinner at a local Mexican place, and we just talked for a few hours. It was very nice. When we got home, I decided it was time to learn how to do cock and ball bondage with gold christmas ribbon. Drunk as a skunk, I sat on his chest, facing his cock, with a roll of ribbon in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other, and the computer precariously balanced on pillows next to us. Reading a "how to" web page on tying up his penis, while the words floated across the page and ran into each other was quite an experience. Needless the say, I absolutely could not decipher the instruction on the first page. After trying, to no avail, I moved on to a simpler bondage technique. 

The problem with this particular technique was that I have a tendency to pull too tightly, and by the time I got to the instruction that indicated I should slide the knot around, I had already tied everything too tightly to move it. Evidently ribbon cuts into the skin--who knew? And when you try to pull or scoot ribbon that is already extremely tight, it tends to dig in further, as opposed to sliding. Oops. lol

So I decided to continue with the instructions, skipping that one step. This means the design came out correctly, just backwards. The cool strip of ribbon that should have gone down his shaft in the front actually went down the back. Oh, well. Live and learn. 

Oh, one other note: the first step in cock bondage is that the cock should be hard. Evidently it doesn't really matter how hard the cock starts out. It must maintain it's hardness throughout the process, otherwise you run out of shaft to tie up, and it just doesn't look as pretty. One would think this wouldn't be a problem, but evidently, with the pain of the ribbon cutting into the skin, the lack of blood flow, and a drunk wife sitting too closely with scissors, maintaining an erection is hard work. :-) 

And yet another note: If you do use ribbon, when you take it off, you should probably unwind it, as opposed to just pulling. :-) The screams are great, though! lol

Another attempt at tying him up the correct way went a little bit better than the first two. 

At some point we ended up having sex, Me riding him, and doing everything in My power to make him cum, while ordering him not to. He begged and begged to be allowed to have an orgasm, while I reminded him that he didn't know what the consequence would be. Once I got off, and he was straining and so very uncomfortable, I offered him a deal. I told him he could cum if he really wanted to, but then he would not be allowed to for an entire week. Or, he could wait on the 5th (our anniversary) and go as many times in that day as possible. While he wasn't thrilled, he decided to wait. 

I think that was the point at which I sat on his face, facing his cock, and making him put his tongue in my asshole, while beating himself off. Each time I saw the head of his cock start to swell, I would make him stop, and a few minutes later, start again. When he began to thrash around and buck his hips in mid-air, I decided play time was over. 

Needless to say, I received a few texts and emails today telling me how hard he is for no apparent reason. :-) He even asked in one of his emails if he could cum after midnight tonight, since that would technically be the 5th, or if he has to wait on tomorrow. 

Silly little boy. Of course he has to wait.....lol.... 

It was almost 1 when he finally got home from work last night. I was so tired from having been up until after three the night before that I had intended to do nothing but wait on him to get home so I could kiss him goodnight before I passed out.

As we snuggled under the covers, prepared to go to sleep, he mentioned (per standing rule) that he had an erection. I asked what he had been thinking about and he said nothing, that it was probably a remnant from the night before. 

I'm not one to let a perfectly good hard on go to waste, so I decided to ride him. I informed him, in no uncertain terms, that if he came, there would be absolute hell to pay.

He was so well behaved that whenever he felt he was close, he said so, so that I was able to stop until he subsided. Finally, just as I was about to come, he said he was close. There was no way that I was going to stop at that point, so I whispered in his ear that he better squeeze, or do whatever he had to, to keep from coming. 

He squeezed so hard and was so tense that it was almost comical. He did not have an orgasm, but did release a tiny little squirt. He tried so hard.

This morning as I put him in his cage for the day, I used ribbon to tie up his balls. I think he'll be a good boy today. He gets home from work early tonight, so I think I may start experimenting with Shibari this evening... We shall see how it goes... :-)

Last night was so much fun!

When he came home, I ordered him to take a shower. Once he was done, and had finished recapping his day for Me, I blindfolded him on his knees. I made him crawl (blindfolded) over to a stool in the bedroom, and had him lay across it on his stomach, and still on his knees. Then I handcuffed him to the legs of the stool, with his bare ass stuck up in the air. After a few swats with My pink and black leather paddle, I used the blue cat of nine tails on him. Then I sat down behind him, between his legs, and swatted his balls and penis with My hand until he was hard and dripping pre-cum. These are all experiences he has had before, and would have willingly sat through. None of these activities required him being blindfolded or handcuffed. 

But the next one did.

I opened a jar of Vaseline and dipped my shortest, thinnest vibrator into it, and proceeded to pry his asshole open with it. I loved the sound of the gasp when he realized what was happening. I pushed it in as far as it would go, and let it slide back out on it's own, over and over. Asking him how it felt, he answered that it was uncomfortable, but that he could handle it if it pleased Me. Such a good boy. 

So, then I asked him what he thought of My big, fat, long pink vibrator. As he answered that he didn't think he could handle it, I was already lubing it up. I'm not sure which part was more exciting for Me: knowing I was violating My sub/hub's ass, or the moaning sounds emanating from him. He claimed the moans were a result of pain, but I had to reach between his legs to feel for myself. I was actually disappointed to find he had lost his erection. After fucking him with My great big vibrating cock as deep as I could make it go, I gave him a reprieve. 

I removed his handcuffs and made him sit on his ass, legs spread out in front of him, with his head back on the stool. Still wearing his blindfold, I then put a dildo chin strap on his face. I sat Myself down on the dildo, facing his cock, with My paddle in hand. While riding the dildo on his face, I made him rim My asshole with his tongue as I intermittently smacked his penis with My paddle. When I tired of that, and his beautiful cock was so hard and so huge it looked like it might explode, I moved down to ride it. His hands at his side, not permitted to touch Me, and not permitted to move, I controlled every single sensation. I rode him for My physical pleasure for a few minutes, and then I rode him for My sadistic pleasure. I moved up on him so far he almost came out of Me, and down again, slowly. When it seemed as though I could feel the head of his cock swelling inside Me, I stood up and moved back to the dildo on his face. This time I faced the wall, making him lick My clit as I rode his face. 

Once I got off, I stood and moved the stool out from under his head, so that he was then prone on the floor. I then sat on the stool, alternating placement of My feet, from his throat to his face, and occasionally shoving My foot so far into his mouth, I wondered if I could feel his tonsils. The entire time, I was moving My paddle over his chest, legs, penis and balls, smacking him whenever I desired. 

It was then that the idea hit Me. He was hard, and I didn't want him to be. My swats and smacks were only making him harder, so I went and got a bag of ice from the kitchen. There is no sweeter sound that a man gasping and moaning from the shock of ice against his hot, hard cock. I enjoyed it so much that once he had lost his erection, I moved back to My stool, putting My feet in his face and mouth again, until he was once again, rock solid. At which point I reapplied the ice to his cock and balls. I did this again and again. Because I could. I had the power to give him a hard-on. And I had the power to take it away. And I did. Over and Over. And each time, although he knew the ice was coming, his gasps and moans were still as sweet as the very first time. 

Eventually, I began to get tired. After all, it was close to 3 a.m. Since he was such a good sport, I trampled him barefoot for just a minute or two before I removed his blindfold, sending him to wash all the toys and clean up our mess.

Then, as the good little sub/hub he is, even though he had just worked about 12 hours, and spent 2 hours being tormented by Me, and even though he had to be up in a few hours for work, he sat on his knees on the side of the bed, rubbing My back until I fell asleep first. 

I have such a good boy. I love him so much and he makes me so happy when he's being well behaved. 

And the absolute icing on the cake was when he texted Me from work today, telling Me he was horny. Of course he was! I never let him cum last night. Maybe I'll let him cum on January 5th. It is, after all, our anniversary. 

I have such plans for him tonight!! I wish he'd hurry up and get off work!

Self-proclaimed subs and slaves on CM get on My nerves. I don't mind if you message Me. I really don't. After all, that's why I'm here. However, if you are going to message Me, and you actually expect Me to respond, please take a few minutes to READ MY PROFILE, and when you've finished reading My profile, READ MY JOURNAL!!! It really would save us both so much wasted time. I have no desire to read messages from people who hold no interest for Me. I have no desire to see pictures of your pathetic little penises. And I'm not on here looking for a boyfriend, a husband or romance. I have a husband who is also My sub. If I engage with anyone on this site, it will probably be a female, and IF I were to take an interest in a male on here, it would be for domestic/service purposes only. Please keep that in mind before you waste my time.

I do enjoy hearing from those of you who read my journal entries and like to comment, or offer suggestions, or ask questions. I never consider those messages a waste of time. 

And those of you who just want to chat, because you are bored and need intellectual stimulation, please, by all means, message me. But please be somewhat creative, very respectful, and as intelligent as possible. 

Today brings a few new things to the surface. 

One, I am researching contracts. We've been living like this for a while, with no safe word and no contract,  but my sub/hub thinks he might like to entertain the idea of one. After spending the last few hours reading many posted online, I feel that they are all starting to sound the same. At this point, since he is the one who wants it, I think I'm going to hand it off to him. I have sent him a few links of some contracts to look at, and we'll go from there. 

Secondly, he has made two very good choices in the last 24 hours. One was a grand gesture that really showed me how committed he is, and how much he truly does love me. It was something that in the eight years we have been together, I have never known him to do. And I appreciate it. The other good choice he made was simply a phone call. There was a piece of information I needed to know, and he called me to tell me. This may not sound like a big deal, but this is the type of information that in the past he either would have hidden or not told me because he wouldn't have wanted to upset me. Today, he just picked up the phone and called. This was a good thing on his part.

So, I suppose he should be rewarded. As a reward for his grand gesture, he has been permitted to orgasm four times in the last 24 hours, and each one in me. As much of a reward as this may be,  I don't feel it is enough, as I enjoyed myself, as well. I feel a reward should be something specifically for him. I suppose I'll have to rack my brain to come up with something by the end of the day. Something adequate enough to address both of his choices. I really do like it when he's being a good boy...

Sometimes I wonder if they can ever be truly trained. He knows damn good and well that he is to email me daily. And he knows that if he unplugs the fan on my vanity to plug in the iron, he is to plug the fan back in when he is done ironing! These are two very simple rules that have been in place at least a year. Why can't he seem to remember them???

Needless to say, once I was dressed and ready for my day, wearing jeans, I woke him up and sat on his face, facing his cock. He sleeps in the nude, so I pulled back the covers to expose his most delicate areas. After going over his transgressions, I put full weight on his face, cutting of his airway, and used my leather paddle on his cock and balls. Repeatedly. His muffled cry and his thrashing about the bed indicated that he might not forget again for a while. When I moved from his face to allow him to breathe, he apologized profusely, as was expected. 

Putting his cage on him before I left the house was more of a chore today because he was semi hard from his beating. I enjoy the thrashing and expressions of pain from the beatings. I almost feel badly for the pain induced when I force his semi erect penis into the too-small cage. Almost.

I stopped by his work tonight and he told me how badly his balls were hurting from the ring pulling on them, and how the cage seems to pinch him everywhere, all the time. His whining made me smile. :-)   

So, I ordered a cage about a week or so ago. It came in the mail yesterday. He didn't know that I had ordered it. He wasn't opposed, though, as I knew he wouldn't be. I was concerned that the cage I ordered might be too big, and allow him to wriggle out of it. I needn't have worried. My sub is well-endowed, and if anything, the cage is a little too small. This is absolutely fine with me, because as he moves through his day, it occasionally pinches him, which is a constant reminder of who owns him. 

He cringes in pain when he begins to become erect, the head of his penis rubbing against the metal cage. I couldn't be happier with my purchase.

This isn't about emasculation, or even chastity. This is about trust. This is about the fact that he isn't even permitted to have a semi if he isn't in my presence. This is about the fact that if he chooses to go online and play, he will have an uncomfortable reminder that he shouldn't be there. 

I'm not going to make him wear it 24/7, at least not right now. He only has to wear it when not in my presence: when he goes to work, or out, or I leave the house. Now, if I'm out of town for any length of time, well, then he wears it the entire time. He made the comment he would have to learn to sleep on his back. This should be fun. :-)

Yesterday morning, as I showered and prepared for my day, I made him clean the bathroom. First, he had to empty the trash and sweep the floor, pick up the rugs--the mundane stuff. Then, after I stepped out of the shower and inspected, ensuring the floor had been adequately swept, I gave him his next instruction. 

--When guys piss in the toilet, if they don't shake it well, when they step back, they tend to dribble on the floor. If they don't clean up the dribble, it dries and leaves spots on the floor.--

My sub/hub was made to lick the bathroom floor clean, including all around the toilet. Then, as he sat on his knees before me, waiting for me to inspect, he began to dribble pre-cum onto the floor. Needless to say, he was forced to lick that up, as well. I have the feeling he'll be a bit more careful when using the bathroom from now on.

Okay, so as it stands, these are the rules in my home:

Inside my bedroom:

He must crawl while in the bedroom. He must ask permission to get into my bed, and then may only be granted that permission if he is naked. He is to lay at my feet when I'm sitting on the couch in the bedroom, and may not make eye contact while worshipping my feet. He must ask permission to go to the bathroom, go get a drink, or anything that requires him to leave my presence while in the bedroom. When he showers, he must remember to put the shower head back down where I can reach it. If he crawls past me, he must stop to kiss my feet. He may not touch himself without my permission. He may not cum without my permission.

Outside of the bedroom:

He must sit on the floor at my feet in the living room or reading room. He must lie under my feet while I sit at the dining room table working, as long as the children aren't home. 

In general:

He must stand, blindfolded whenever I want him to, so that he can't see me about to kick him in his balls, so he can't cringe, causing me to miss.

He will fetch for me when instructed. 

He is to, as much as possible, anticipate my needs, wants, desires and mere whims, and respond accordingly. 

He is to call me every day when he gets to work, and before he leaves work. He must email me at least once a day, every day. 

Rewards:

Being trampled barefoot. Queening. An occasional orgasm. Being permitted to worship my feet. And if he has done something exceptionally good, being permitted to walk on two feet for a day. 

Punishments and Reminders:

Being trampled in heels. Kick to the balls. Bod hair tweezed out, one by one. Penis and ball flicks. Sleeping on the floor next to my bed. 

Last night, lying earned him the privilege of cleaning mud off my feet with his tongue.

And as of today, he was made to shower in cold water. I think I'll keep that up until he begins to learn his lesson. Once I see more effort from him, maybe I will allow him to move from cold to luke-warm, and so forth.

I think I may be ordering penis plugs soon. I like the looks of them, and more than that, I like the way he cringes and flinches when I show him pictures of them. 

But for right now, I need something else. I need something small, but meaningful. Something that will remind him not to cross me, but doesn't take too much energy on my part... Suggestions, anyone? 

Just as a certain level of respect should innately exist between women, a certain level should also exist between Dommes. As women, we know what our sex goes through: the betrayals, the lies, the disappointments from the weaker sex, managing households, rearing children, balancing careers, and so forth. It is hard to be a woman. We all know that. As Dommes, we know how taxing it can be to train the weaker sex, how frustrating their neediness can be, how disappointing it can be when they let us down again and again. It may be fun, but it's not easy being a Domme. We all know that. It is this common understanding that should facilitate a respect amongst us. It is this respect that should strengthen boundaries and lines that shouldn't be crossed. 

When I am approached by a sub/slave online, I ask if his/her Dom/Domme knows s/he is talking to me. If I want to message a sub/slave online, and his/her Dom/Domme's screen name is listed, I message the Dom/Domme first and ask permission, out of RESPECT. 

Ladies, if a sub/slave comes to you, and tells you s/he is married/owned/under the protection of another, BACK THE FUCK OFF! These little subbies can't always help themselves. They don't always know better. And even if they do, it's in their nature to make mistakes and screw up. It should be in our nature to redirect them, not enable them. It should be in our nature to ensure that their owners know so that the little subbies can be provided with consequences and guidance. 

All that being said, no matter  how much solidarity should exist among us, be very certain that if you cross that line, Ladies, if you knowingly engage in any inappropriate conversation or activities with a sub/slave already spoken for, that you open yourself up to retribution. And that retribution, that revenge, that vengeance, may not be swift, but it will absolutely be certain. And if you're lucky, you might see it coming. That all depends on how generous I'm feeling. Or how badly I feel you've wronged me. If you're not lucky, your world will fall apart around you, and you won't know what happened until it's all over with. 

I promise, Ladies, you want to work on solidarity. You want to work on respecting each other. You want to work on not crossing lines. It will make everyone's lives so much easier.

So last night, he was on the floor beneath me while I surfed the internet, licking my feet and shoes clean. I went outside and walked around in mud in bare feet, and then put on a pair of black flip-flops. I made sure the shoes were as muddy as my feet, and that I had mud caked between my toes. Once he was done cleaning my feet with his mouth, he had to start on the shoes. I love to hear the sound of dirt crunch in his dirty, lying mouth!

Maybe it's wrong... No, no maybe about it. I know it's wrong. A domme should never inflict pain on her sub out of anger. I lost my temper today. I crossed a line I should never have crossed. And I felt it coming. I stopped myself three or four times. I could have walked out of the room. I could have backed up. But I didn't want to. Somewhere deep inside me, I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to cause physical pain. And as I watched him on his knees, gasping and moaning in pain, I took one last cheap shot. I kneed him in the side of his face. I'm not sure that any of my hits, slaps, punches, kicks or knees were hard enough to hurt him. He is, after all, 6 ft 4 inches and somewhere around 250 pounds. I am barely 5 ft, petite. He could have stopped me. He probably could have hurt me. But he didn't. He knew he deserved it. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that I have always held myself to higher standards. I've always considered myself ethical. But not today. I wanted to hurt him in a way I've never hurt him before. And that want, that desire, did not come from a place of play, or a desire to make him happy. It came from anger. It came from hurt. It came from a place of rage. And the scariest part is that I can still feel that rage simmering just below the surface. I can feel it trying to boil over. And I wonder... I wonder if letting it go earlier today will just make it that much easier to let go again. What if I really hurt him? What if I can't stop myself?

Epiphany: A Dom and a Domme don't work well together because they are constantly trying to one-up the other, and neither will relinquish control. That's why subs exist!! :-)

I am a married bisexual Domme with a sub/hub. I am interested in the possibility of finding myself a female submissive friend with benefits. The sub/hub is fine with this. He is not chaste, but is not opposed to it. He is willing to serve both myself and the female I bring in. Since it will be the first time I have brought someone in, and we are obviously new to this, I don't want to move another woman into the home or start off with an LTR. I want to explore, experiment and ease into whatever might occur naturally. The ideal situation is that the relationship is between myself and the new female. She would not serve him, and would only play with him if she wants to, and under my supervision.