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A day in the life
I am on Fetlife (@Millard_Fillmore) and in one of the groups about F/m relationships, someone posted a "day in the life" request. That is, if you are in a full time Total Power Exchange (TPE) where the woman is in charge, put up an example of your day. They were asking for a specific day, and I came to the conversation late, and so didn't have all all the details to hand.
But today was a fantastic day, but yet, pretty typical for a weekend, for us. A few things were outside the norm, which I will get into, but it is a pretty good sample of what life in a FLR is like, when you mix in the necessities of life in a family.
First things first, last night I made a feast (she had a friend visiting). I wanted to make a celebration of fall, and apparently that involves Salmon (for her and her friend) and pork tenderloin (for the rest of us). At least 6 different vegetables or starches, including two new dishes I kind of made up. In all, it was spectacular, but the night went long, and there were dishes in the morning that I needed to do.
Well, Mrs. Fillmore woke me up around 8, but then decided to let me sleep in. Considering she did not unshackle me, I wasn't going anywhere anyway, so I slept until 9:45. This is NOT normal, but the reason she is in charge is that she is kind and loves me, and makes better decisions, such as when it is okay to sleep in. When she did get me up, releasing me from the cuffs, I was sent down to make coffee and breakfast (a smoothie) and found that she had done the dishes. I was actually disappointed, but I knew better than to feel guilty. She only does what she wants, and later today she took the time to tell me that she doesn't mind doing chores sometimes because she knows she doesn't have to do any of them. Oh, and she also made a batch of wicked good pumpkin muffins.
I made some eggs, and that got us to the time to take our youngest to work, which I did. It's quite a drive, and when I got back, herself told me we were headed out for a walk. We live in the country, so there's a lot of great hikes out our back door. We took her dog (the one devoted to her) and went for a great hike, seeing hawks, and so many deer tracks. We got back right in time for half time of the game, so we watched an episode of Last Week Tonight on demand until it started again, and tuned in just in time to see Hightower block the Bears' punter, and Van Noy run it in for a TD. She puts the game on not JUST for me, but likes watching it. I'm not a total devotee, and will just watch my team's games.
I know what I'm relating seems like any lazy Sunday (except for the bondage, maybe ;-) ) but what doesn't come across is me paying attention to her needs, asking her if she needs anything, and policing up the dishes or dirty clothes when I go through a room. That all happens, but I don't really think about it, so it doesn't stick out in my memory to relate here. To continue, the game finished up, and our eldest left for work. This made Mrs Fillmore look sideways at me and point out that we had the house to ourselves. Her smile was sweet, but with a wicked curve at the end. She took me upstairs and had me get on the bed.
I was face down, spread eagle, and she bound me to the corners of the bed, and put my collar on.
I had made her a sword out of small (1/3 of an inch) bamboo poles bound together at one end to make a handle. I thought it might be fun for her to whack me with, but she mostly doesn't use it because she doesn't have the room to take a good stroke. But she took it out then, because we had been talking about. I had mentioned that I had the perfect case for it, for the next time we went to the local dungeon.
Let me just say it was a DIFFERENT kind of pain. The bamboo smarted and had some weight to it, and I writhed under her application of it. It seems she always starts out with a rush. She had at me with the bamboo, but quickly switched to the leather flogger, her blue crop, and her short crop. Ow. She also paid attention to my back, and the backs of my legs, too. It was in this initial rush that she put in my leather gag and gave me a small bell in the place of my safewords.
Well, she didn't slow down, at least not very soon, and I ended up using the bell a few times, to blunt the force of her attack. She was in rare form, and really had at me. One point that really sticks out is when she used the short crop on the backs of my legs. That thing has no give, and left some pretty distinctive marks.
After this first rush, probably 5 or 10 minutes of strong blows, she slowed down, adding in caresses, and varying the strength of the swings. Sitting between my legs, she forced them even farther apart, making the sides of my ass crease, giving her a target. That spot SMARTS, and she went back and forth from my right and left sides.
Then, after a break, she came back and warmed my back and ass, soothing it with a cool washcloth after every 5 strokes. That felt lovely, and she was so gentle with me between strokes that, even with the continued whipping, I got really calm and relaxed. She also mixed in some hot wax (a first) and sat up on me, to rub and hit me. It was heavenly, like a dream massage for a masochist.
She worked me over again, this time with the short crop, until I just couldn't take it, then she lay down on top of me, covering me up and rubbing me, and it was over. She whispered lovely words in my ears, telling me how much she loved me, and how happy and content she was.
She didn't reserve that for just the after care from whipping me, either. It was a constant theme throughout the day, but these words at this time seemed to resonate with me even more strongly.
She freed me, and went downstairs. It took me a little while to get moving, and I turned over the laundry before I followed her down. She was watching something on the TV and working on the youngest's costume, and our middle child came back briefly. He was home visiting, and was headed out to get our youngest from work, and would take her and his girlfriend pumpkin picking at a local farm afterwards. This gave me some time to work (I usually have a couple hours of work on a Sunday) and then start dinner. I made a nice dish, using my griddle to fry onions, add a can of Rotel, a white bell pepper, and some chipotle peppers in adobo. While this cooked I set the rice to boil, mashed up a couple of avocados with diced onion and lime juice, and shredded a zucchini for herself, in place of the rice. I moved the onion mixture under the covered section of the griddle, fried the zucchini, then put everything in the top oven, which was at 185 because I was drying some yellow grape tomatoes.
I cooked the thinly sliced marinated beef next, and while that sizzled, I whipped up some queso, inauthentic, no doubt, but good just the same. Our two youngest came back, and collected up pumpkin carving tools. They all went out to the cabin and made jack-o-lanterns while I finished everything up, and then came back in for dinner.
I'll just say this: it was good. After dinner, herself and the youngest were going shopping for her Halloween party, which would give me time to finish the project she set for me that day, as well as clean the kitchen. After they left, I set to taking everything out from under the kitchen sink, swept it out, and cleaned it with spray cleaner and a sponge. I sorted through dozens of bottles of cleaners, different tools, and a couple buckets. About a third of it went into the trash and recycling.
After that, I cleaned the kitchen counters and washed the dishes, and she messaged me to let me know we would be going over our friend's house for dinner next Saturday. We are pretty much in constant communication, so this was just one message in a stream of them.
When they got home, they watched a zombie movie. I finished cleaning and worked on the cherry tomatoes and the apple slices I had been drying (forgot to mention that) and started the leftover rice from dinner simmering with milk, sugar, and salt to turn it into rice pudding. I didn't want to jump into the movie halfway through, so I read some news, and she called out to tell me she was going to bed afterwards. That was when I started writing this.
She came in after a while, and I got up to go upstairs with her. The default is we go to bed at the same time, no matter what. As is her right, though, she can make exceptions. She came over and kissed me, told me how much she loved me, and insisted I stay downstairs and finish this. Which I have now done. I know I forgot to mention some things, but you get the gist. It's not some pornhub femdom fantasy 24/7, but in every case where I can consider her, her needs, and her wants, I do. She decided when we went upstairs to have some fun, and pretty much everything else we did. Our communication was direct and clear, and both of us understood what was going to happen at any given time. The only surprises were pleasant surprises. When we are together, her hand tends to rest on the back of my neck (where she can squeeze me to remind me of the leather collar), or with a finger hooked through one of my leather bracelets, twisted a little to tighten it, or maybe just holding hands. It's a wonderful life, full of love and affection.