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Reconnecting with the Kink Community: Our First Meetup After 5 Years

Posted by Michele on March 3, 2026
Posted in: Ethical NonMonogamy (ENM), Threesome. Tagged: , , , , . Leave a Comment

When we lived in Indiana, we were pretty involved in our local kink community. It wasn’t just something we attended occasionally. It was woven into our social life, our friendships, and honestly into the evolution of our dynamic. We had people. We had places. We had connection.

When we moved here five and a half years ago, as I’ve mentioned before, life shifted in all the expected ways. New jobs, new routines, kids getting older, responsibilities multiplying. Somewhere in that transition, finding a new community quietly slipped to the back burner. It wasn’t intentional, and it wasn’t dramatic. It just… happened.

And then recently, we finally decided to change that.

We found a local meet up and stopped making whatever excuses we were for not being able to make it and the three of us went… together. It turned out to be a group of people that were welcoming and inviting. We felt accepted and it was wonderful.  We told ourselves we would go and see how it was, maybe stay a couple of hours at most. We would be social, say hi and meet some people and head home at a reasonable time. The meet up started at 9pm, which already felt like a bold decision at this stage of life. If you’re over 45, you totally understand what I’m talking about! There was no scenario in my mind where we were closing anything down.

And yet, that is exactly what happened.

We ended up staying until the lights came on and the staff was clearly ready to lock the doors. What was supposed to be a quick pop in, turned into hours of easy conversation, laughter, and that familiar comfort that comes from being around people who just get it. There is something powerful about not having to over explain your dynamic or soften the edges of who you are.

We met so many genuinely great people. It felt natural and unforced. Like stepping back into a version of ourselves that had been waiting patiently for us to circle back.

And just to make the night even more interesting, we left with a couple’s phone number. Apparently we are the kind of people who say we will be home by eleven and instead walk out at closing time with new connections in our pockets. 😁 Who am I kidding? I know that’s exactly who I am! I’m bold enough to ask for someone’s phone number when she tells me she wants marks on her ass! 

We came home a little tipsy and completely exhausted, laughed about how late it was, and crashed hard. For a brief moment I thought that was the end of the story.

It was not. 😜

We woke up early, before anyone else in the house was stirring, still carrying that buzz of connection and excitement. Maybe slightly hungover and running on very little sleep, we somehow found the energy to enjoy each other before the rest of the world woke up. There is something about feeling seen and energized socially that spills over into everything else. There is something special about morning sex. Our warm skin touching, especially feeling it from all over. Soft voices in your ear. Those good morning kisses. Soft kisses down my body, over my ass. A nice gentle tongue slipping between my cheeks to just tickle my asshole enough to make my squirm and giggle. “Dirty little fucker” I called him. I told him he was making me want a big hard cock in my pussy and if he wanted one there too he was going to have to make it hard so it could fill me up. So once we roused Jon and got him interested, he asked to taste me and if he could get my pussy ready. Of course I had to allow him. When his mouth eventually landed on my clit, I was already warm and ready to be filled up with his big cock. He was allowed to stay there for only a few moments and get some enjoyment. I know how much he loves to taste me and be covered in my juices. 

Once I made him stop, because it was my fucking turn, already! 😁 John and I pushed him over onto his back, next to me, and we both played with and stroked his cock to get him hard while John slid his fingers ever so slowly inside my silky warmth. Once Jon was good and ready, I climbed on top of him and rode his cock and talked to him all about how dirty of a slut John was because he was going to lick my asshole and tongue fuck my asshole while I had Jon’s big cock filling my pussy. At one point Jon even reached back and spread my ass for him so he could feel his cock sliding inside me with his tongue. As I rode Jon, I don’t recall much other than him whimpering something over and over about me stopping because he was going to cum. All I know is I rode his cock until he was about to cum and then pulled right up to the tippy top of his dick so he could cum at the now used opening to my pussy, then just out enough to slide it up to my asshole so John had plenty of mess to clean up. It was pretty amazing! 

The three of us laid on the bed, breathing heavy, saying things like “oh my god that felt so good when…” and “fuck that was nice” and making sure to ask each other, “are you good?” We laid there talking and calming down together with some aftercare for a little while. We all know how important aftercare is and the checking in. 

Finding a community again didn’t seem that important at first but after going this past weekend, I can say, it feels pretty important. After five and a half years, it feels really good to say we might finally be finding our place here.

I hope our friendships continue to grow. 

Michele

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Coffee Talk: Local Kink community & Munches

Posted by Michele on February 25, 2026
Posted in: Coffee Talk. Tagged: , , , , , , . 5 comments

While I was sitting here enjoying my warm, vanilla caramel flavored coffee this morning I started thinking…

A filled coffee cup sitting at the top of two uncovered legs and feet.
I’ll need another cup soon

We are going to a local munch here this coming Saturday. I’m looking forward to actually meeting some people in the lifestyle, in the community. I think it’ll be fun.

That’s one thing I miss about being in Indiana is the community and friends we had. We regularly attended munch there and get togethers and met up with kinky friends for D&D nights and even private play parties. It was fun. Not that I am looking for that level of interaction right now, that was like 10 years ago, but it was nice having friends.

Next month, in a couple weeks actually, we will also be going to another social event at Collette Austin. I’m hoping that will be quite a fun experience and I look forward to perusing the vendors and watching demos. I don’t think, with it being our first time, that we will be participating. Who knows, maybe in the future!

One question before I go, and I expect an answer in my comments, how do you like your coffee? ☕ Black? Sugar? Cream? Flavored? Hot? 🔥 Iced? ❄️

Until the next time my brain is thinking random ass thoughts…

Michele

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Can Tease and Orgasm Denial Deepen Intimacy?

Posted by Michele on February 20, 2026
Posted in: Ethical NonMonogamy (ENM), Tease/Orgasm Denial. Tagged: , , , , . 2 comments

If you have followed our journey for a while, you already know tease and denial is no longer just something Jon and I play with. It has become part of how we connect, how we communicate, and part of our everyday lives. Hence the change to JonMustWait 🙂

That energy has deepened as we have leaned more intentionally into our ENM dynamic with John. At times, like recently, it gets really intense. I thought I would share with you all just how intense things have been getting. 

For the past few weeks, Jon has existed in anticipation. Not just in sexual frustration, because we all know without orgasm there is a ton of that. But in anticipation. The kind that makes every look feel meaningful and has him questioning if it’s sexual. Barriers and toys have created a sort of distance while somehow providing a closeness. Each moment becomes more about awareness of his body, my control and the understanding that it can be both grounding and intoxicating. No direct skin contact on his cock, no warm, wet slide of my pussy anywhere near him, just those maddening barriers: cotton sheets, toys, gloved fingers so close he could feel the heat radiating off but never quite touching. Every edging session left him leaking, aching, balls heavy with need. And yes, I keep reminding him that any orgasm he begged for would probably be gifted to my boyfriend instead.

In an ENM marriage or relationship, that awareness carries extra emotional weight. Jon knows that pleasure is not something automatically owed to him. It is something I choose to give, redirect, or hold in suspense. The other night captured that dynamic perfectly. I strapped the Lovense Gush around Jon’s big cock and John hooked up to the long-distance remote connection. Placing pacing and intensity in John’s hands while I remained physically present with Jon wasn’t a new experience but maybe one we’ve done once before. I watched his reactions reshape his focus. I stayed beside him, speaking quietly, reinforcing and reminding him that control is not always physical. The toy hummed and pulsed while I sat beside him, my voice penetrating his ear: describing how wet the thought of this made me, how I loved his reactions to my boyfriend controlling what his cock was feeling and that maybe I’d let John fuck me this weekend, while he stayed denied and dripping. The vibrations built, slowed, built again… relentless edging that had him trembling, hips jerking in the air trying to get some kind of release or relief, I’m not sure which. When I finally ended the edging and had Jon stand up and the built up pecum came pouring out. All I could do was giggle.

Look at all that wasted precum dripping on the floor.

Jon and I were talking after this particular teasing session with John and instead of melting further into a subspace, he hit a wall. Not anger, not rebellion, just a deep, emotional surge of need. He needed to know when… when he’d get to feel me again, like really feel my tight pussy wrapped around him. Not as a distant fantasy with an unknown end date but as something real and immediate. That is the part many people searching topics like orgasm denial, female led relationships, and ethical non monogamy and power exchange often miss. The reality that this is often very psychological and gets you deep in your core and can cause strong emotional reactions. 

That enjoyment did come for him this morning as he struggled to even move with just the tip of his cock barely inside my warm pussy. He lasted about a minute and a half before he had to get out. He got to feel my pussy squeeze around him tight but he wasn’t allowed to orgasm. I’m still not sure if I might force that on John this weekend while he is in his cage. Denial is not about withholding forever. It is about stretching desire so that anticipation becomes its own form of intimacy. It strengthens communication and deepens trust between partners. It keeps curiosity alive in long term relationships navigating kink, ENM, and evolving power dynamics.

For us, tease and denial remains one of the most exciting things we explore. It blurs the line between emotional connection and erotic tension while reinforcing the trust that allows our dynamic with John to feel safe, intentional, and electric. We’ve learned (again) that the most intense edges are the ones we approach together, checking in, adjusting, honoring the safeword not as an end but as a recalibration that makes everything better, ok and more sustainable.

The real power isn’t in how long you can hold someone on the edge, it’s in how deeply you can bring them back to center afterward, still craving, still connected, still yours.

They are Mine

Michele

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Why “Never” Becomes “Maybe” in BDSM: Understanding Hard Limits

Posted by Michele on February 15, 2026
Posted in: BDSM, Male Chastity, Power Exchange. Tagged: , , , , , , . Leave a Comment

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about hard limits in BDSM and how they can change over time and whether I like that or not. When we started out on this journey, we went through a few of those checklists you find online. Back then, we didn’t know much about fetish and kink… some, yes, but we were young, naive, and didn’t have the internet! The lists asked us to mark each item as a Yes, No, or Maybe, helping us define our boundaries and preferences. Over time, many of the Yes and Maybe items were tried – some we loved, some we didn’t – and a few even shifted between the two. That third category, “no way am I into that,” has changed too, showing how trust, consent, and experience can shift our BDSM boundaries in ways we never expected.

I have seen chastity being called the “slippery slope” before and I’m not sure if that’s completely true or not. I really think that once you begin to accept yourself for what you enjoy sexually, you begin to open up to other thoughts and fantasies. You are introduced to ideas you may not have thought of and some you might want to try out for yourself. What I’ve realized is that most hard limits in the beginning are not about the act itself. They are about identity.

When we first label something as “absolutely not,” it is usually because it threatens how we see ourselves. It challenges our story. The strong man doesn’t submit. The independent woman doesn’t control. The respectable couple doesn’t do that. Those aren’t sexual boundaries. Those are ego boundaries and ego boundaries are loud. Here’s the thing no one tells you when you start exploring BDSM: safety allows curiosity. When trust deepens, the nervous system relaxes. When you feel seen and not judged, you can examine a fantasy without it meaning something catastrophic about who you are.

That’s when limits start to move.

Not because you were pressured. Not because you were coerced. But because the fear that held the line in place softens. Chastity is a perfect example. At first glance it feels extreme. It can look like humiliation, like loss, like giving up power. For many men especially, it confronts cultural programming head on. Sexual access equals masculinity. Control equals strength. So locking that away feels like erasing part of yourself. But, when it’s chosen, when it’s consensual, it becomes something else entirely.

It becomes “intentional vulnerability.”

And vulnerability, when offered willingly, is one of the most intimate forms of power exchange. It says, “I trust you with the part of me that I was taught to guard.”

That is not a slippery slope. That is a door.

The deeper psychology behind a lot of what we do is not about pain or denial or control in isolation. It’s about transformation. It’s about taking something that once felt shameful, forbidden, or threatening and reframing it inside a container of consent and devotion. The brain is incredibly adaptive. The more positive reinforcement we experience around an act, the more the emotional charge shifts. What once triggered discomfort can begin to trigger arousal. What once felt scary can feel intoxicating. That doesn’t mean every hard limit should disappear. Some should remain firm and respected forever. Some may never have been true limits to begin with. They were unexamined fears.

I think growth in BDSM mirrors growth in life. The more secure you feel in who you are, the less rigid you become. You can hold paradox. You can be powerful and surrendering. You can be nurturing and sadistic. You can deny pleasure and still be deeply loving. So when a “never” becomes a “maybe,” I don’t see that as sliding downhill. I see it as self knowledge expanding. That expansion only happens when communication stays honest, when consent stays enthusiastic, and when both partners feel safe enough to say yes or no without consequence. Hard limits in BDSM should evolve intentionally, not impulsively. They should be revisited with conversation, not assumed. And they should always be rooted in mutual desire, not silent expectation.

Because the real depth of BDSM is not found in how far you push a boundary.

It’s found in why you want to move it at all.

What’s on your “Yes, No, Maybe list?

Michele

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Coffee Talk: 2 for 1 Special on Cuckolds

Posted by Michele on February 11, 2026
Posted in: Coffee Talk, Cuckold. Tagged: , , , , , . 8 comments

This morning I was sitting here enjoying my coffee and I got to thinking about this whole “pussy free” thing that we are really starting to ramp up here with hubby.

Coffee runs through my veins

Over the last couple days hubby has been out on the interwebs and sent me a couple links to check out. The links talk about a lot of things and it’s hard to just jump right in head first and implement ALL of these ideas you can get. While I did like a couple things that maybe we will add in at some point. Just the fact that I got some new ideas from reading it, was nice.

It did get me really thinking about my situation and even more-so after Jon and I talked a bit about this whole thing yesterday morning. After listening to him talk about the no-pussy thing and even the no touch aspect – which forces him to be a watcher, more or less – I realized that he really does want the role of a cuckold. He wants the “forced to sit and watch someone touch, lick, suck and fuck his wife and enjoy all the things he wants and desires and cant have or even touch” until he’s sick to his stomach and then he wants more..

On the other hand I have John who is content in his cage and quite the submissive, cuckold, cumslut. He isnt really the take me and fuck me hard in front of my husband kind of guy. That’s just not the relationship we have either. That’s not the kind of sex we have when I do take him out of the cage. I like it that way too, obviously.

At one point it was bought up as an aside like, “maybe you need to find another cock that can fuck you and then leave you messy with a big load of cum.” This would help satisfy both of their desires. I’d imagine it would put them both in a subspace I don’t think either have ever thought they would be in.

Like I said… I was sitting here thinking… What I have is a 2 for 1 Cuckold situation and a need for a proper Bull, it seems. Is this something they really want?


I’m left to ponder…

M

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Dominate Me, Control Me, Force Me, Fulfill MY Fantasy

Posted by Michele on February 6, 2026
Posted in: Advice, Power Exchange. Tagged: , , , . 2 comments

Most of the time Male Chastity, Female domination, BDSM and things like that are often fantasized about by a man. It’s those fantasies that get in there and grow and grow, like weeds, rooting themselves in his mind. One of the problems with a fantasy is most guys are extremely nervous about telling their partner about any fantasy, let alone ones that involve locking up their penis in a cage, tying them up, spanking them, and denying them orgasm. So they keep these fantasies to themselves as it continues to take over their mind. This inability to communicate with your partner and even your partners inability to listen can become an area of resentment in your relationship. Men can begin looking elsewhere to get this fantasy “fulfilled” even if that is just pictures on the internet (which we all know can be a slippery slope). And here’s where I gently tap you on the forehead, boys, and remind you of something important: fantasies don’t become problems because they exist… they become problems because they’re hidden. Silence is what lets those weeds take over. Silence is what turns curiosity into shame, and shame into secrecy. And secrecy? That’s the part that damages connection, not the desire itself.

Now, let’s be very clear, having interests like these does not make you broken, perverted, or “too much.” It makes you human. What does need attention is how you carry those interests into a relationship. Dumping them on your partner in a moment of panic, or worse, springing them as a surprise and hoping for the best, is not communication… it’s outsourcing your anxiety and hoping she’ll manage it for you. That rarely ends well.

Ladies, when a man gathers the courage to speak up, when his voice shakes just a little and he risks being truly seen, that moment matters. Listening does not mean agreeing. Hearing does not mean immediately saying yes. It means creating enough safety that honesty doesn’t feel like a trap. Curiosity goes a long way here. Asking why something interests him will teach you far more than reacting to the surface-level idea itself.

And boys, pay attention to this part: how you speak matters. Leading with trust, vulnerability, and respect is far more effective than leading with desperation or fantasy overload. You’re not asking for permission to exist… you’re inviting your partner into a conversation. One that unfolds slowly, with patience, reassurance, and a willingness to accept her pace, not just your own.

Healthy power dynamics are built on communication first. Not cages, or rules, or even control. Those things only work after understanding, consent, and mutual desire are already firmly in place. So breathe., use your words and listen more than you speak.

I am curious, since so many of our friends are couples (many married), would any of you be willing to share how you got started with chastity? Were there any fantasies that felt especially challenging?

I look forward to next time

Michele

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Does the Thought of Causing Someone Pain Excite You?

Posted by Michele on January 30, 2026
Posted in: BDSM, Power Exchange. Tagged: , , , . 4 comments

poppet asked an amazing question in a comment and I really wanted to address it in a post because it’s not as simple as “Hi, I’m Michele, I’m a sadist and I love it, it fulfills me and I get turned on by it.” lol so here goes, I hope this brings you a little further into our world as we keep writing.

The first time I held a cane and truly didn’t hold back, something clicked so deeply inside me. My mind felt focused, not reckless, rather grounded instead. Like every scattered part of me lined up behind a single intention. I wouldn’t say I was lost in the moment; as much as I was found there. The sounds, the reactions, the shared breath afterward… it all hit somewhere far deeper than adrenaline. It went straight to my soul. Exhilarating doesn’t quite cover it. I can remember getting shivers and giggling, genuine giggles, that were so happy.

What surprised me most wasn’t the act itself, but how everything felt right. Like I was fulfilling a need I’d been quietly carrying my whole life without knowing its shape. I remember feeling it in my chest with every swing of the cane, I still do, when we get a chance to use them. This wasn’t about “impact play” as a hobby or a technique. It was about something inside me finally being uninhibited… Power with responsibility, power with consent, power that’s offered a place to go.

Because a true sadistic urge isn’t satisfied by providing pain alone, it’s satisfied by exchange. By the moment you realize the person in front of you doesn’t just tolerate what you give, they need it. They need to be taken there. They need the weight of your focus, the certainty of your hand, the permission to let go because you are right there with them. And in that exchange, something electric passes between you: energy released, energy received.

There’s an intimacy in that kind of power that’s hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t felt it. It’s not about dominance for show. It’s about being trusted with someone’s vulnerability and discovering that your own desire to press, to push, to draw sensation out of another has a purpose. That it can be healing, grounding, even sacred when met by someone whose body and mind are asking for exactly what you are built to give. I will admit there is something arousing about it all. With all the feelings that get flowing, it doesn’t surprise me that the juices get flowing as well.

Once you know this stuff about yourself, it’s impossible to un-know. It becomes part of who you are, like realizing you prefer to masturbate left-handed or really like a certain position during sex. It doesn’t make you weird; it makes you defined, honest, alive.

For me, doing this isn’t about enjoying pain in isolation. It’s about the moment two needs meet perfectly and recognize that neither of you has to pretend anymore.

Coffee Talk: Am I Weird for Getting Off on That?

Posted by Michele on January 28, 2026
Posted in: Coffee Talk. Tagged: , , , . 2 comments

Good morning!

I was sitting here enjoying this nice warm cup of coffee… Not freezing after this winter storm, and thinking to myself…

Am I weird for liking the things I like? Do you ever ask yourself that? From time to time I’ll just go through something where I wonder why I like some of the things I do. Is it simply the psychological stuff from childhood working itself out? A lot of times, yes. Is it something I tried one time and, damn it felt good? Yup, could be that too! Is it none of those and something else entirely? Could be.

Anyway, the important thing is that I know I’m not weird for liking what I do… I am not alone. I know that it’s ok for me to be who I am and to embrace what makes me feel good. As long as I’m enjoying those things in a safe, consensual way I can do what gives me the most pleasure and fulfills me. If you find someone who wants to fulfill them with you or happens to be fulfilled by it too… That’s such an incredible feeling.

I hope that you know you aren’t weird for getting off on what you do!

Enjoy and be safe!

-Michele 💙

The Power of withholding: What He Gets & What He Doesn’t

Posted by Michele on January 19, 2026
Posted in: Dominant, Power Exchange, Tease/Orgasm Denial. Tagged: , , , , , . 5 comments

I’ve been thinking a lot, recently, about what it means to truly control pleasure, not necessarily by force, but by intention. By choosing what is withheld, what is delayed, and what is never guaranteed.

My husband doesn’t always see what’s coming, and that’s exactly how I like it. The future I’m shaping for him isn’t about cruelty. It’s about refinement, it’s about teaching his body and his mind that access is earned. That satisfaction is conditional, and is something I decide how, and if, he even gets to experience. Some things he once took for granted may just go away. While other things will become privileges he learns to crave more deeply than he ever expected. And then, of course, there are the carefully chosen allowances. The moments I let him have just enough to stay hopeful… and obedient.

We celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary this past weekend, and it turned into this eye-opening conversation about where we’re headed. We were curled up on the couch after dinner, when the talk shifted from our early kinky days to sketching out the edges of our evolving power exchange. It’s never been smooth sailing… there’s vulnerability in admitting what turns us on, especially when it pushes boundaries. But that’s the beauty of it: laying it all out there, just us figuring out what keeps the spark alive after two decades.

One thing that’s becoming non-negotiable, is the new baseline for my husband. His morning routine has changed. Before he even steps out of the bedroom, Jon will be teasing and edging his cock. It’s this deliberate start to the day that I  control completely, stroking slow and firm, pumping just enough to make pre-cum bead at the tip. No release, just that lingering ache as he gets dressed and heads out to the living room. If the mood strikes during the day, John and/or I might text him to edge himself in the bathroom at work.. fingers sliding up the underside of the head of his cock, squeezing his balls lightly… And, as always he is required to send a photo of his straining dripping dick as proof. It’s not every day, but when we choose to ramp it up, it keeps him connected to us and his mind buzzing.

Layered on top of that, the buttplug requirement adds this undercurrent of constant submission. I’ve picked out a few sizes/styles, for the days we designate… Tuesdays and Fridays, when he’s got specific, scheduled, things so he can stay consistent with it. And, if John and I are feeling playful, we might make him wear it longer or on different days or even use the NJoy wand to his prostate.

Our anniversary chat took a turn toward the horizon, though, where things get even more intense. I floated ideas about stripping away sensations entirely, making his world narrower and more controlled. Imagine no skin-on-skin contact at all. Or dialing it back so he can’t feel my pussy anymore, that slick heat clenching around him, denied… forever? We talked about limiting him to just John’s hand… strokes that bring him to the edge but never over. It’s a way to reshape his arousal, funneling it through us in ways that challenge him.

And then I pushed it further, to the extreme: what if the only path to an orgasm, or even an erection that leads anywhere, is through a man? What if he was forced to use his ”boyfriend” toy to fuck his own ass or to slide his dick in and get off? What if we took it as far as forced gay encounters as his sole outlet, him on his knees, taking a stranger’s cock down his throat or bent over, ass filled while he begs for release. No cumming unless it’s  in some guy’s ass (or some guy in his) or mouth, the humiliation twisting into fuel for his submission. I’d like to say this caused him to shift uncomfortably on the couch, as I described it, but honestly… his dick got rock hard.

We didn’t commit to any of that extreme stuff, yet of course, but it sure was fun talking about it and seeing his reaction to the possibilities. Who knows if we just unlocked a door we might step through someday. It’s not about changing who he is; it’s about expanding what he craves under my control.

Control isn’t just about what I take away. It’s about what I leave behind. The reminders that his pleasure still exists…just no longer on his terms. What he will miss will shape him. What I allow him to have will define him. And what I choose not to promise at all will keep him exactly where I want him: attentive, aching, and beautifully aware that his future pleasure lives entirely in my hands.

After all, anticipation can be far more powerful than fulfillment. And I have every intention of making the most of that.

It all begins in the mind

-M

Coffee Talk: What’s in a Name?

Posted by Michele on January 14, 2026
Posted in: Coffee Talk, In Real Life. Tagged: , , , . 3 comments

I was sitting here this morning, enjoying my coffee, and thinking to myself…

Looks like some delicious coffee

I’ve never really felt like a “Mistress” or “Goddess” or some of the names other dominant women like their submissive men to call them. With my husband and John, and all the men I have been a keyholder for, it’s always been a struggle to figure out what was right for them to call me. At some point early on we settled on “Lady” because, I was a lady to be respected and followed. While I do demand and command respect, I have always felt weird about the way it’s been written here when we talk/write in posts. Which is why I redid my name to Madam because I’m older now and it makes sense. I still expect that respect, of course, but this morning while sitting here I was just thinking that, in posts and on the blog, I want it to sound better lol. I’m just too old for hiding behind aliases aren’t I at this point? Lol So, you might just just see me referred to as Michele from now on when the guys write. Unless it’s a specific quoted thing. There might a bit more of that around here in general, as we make some other adjustments.

We really are trying to make it feel a lot more comfortable and like you can come here and talk to us as friends. We are not intimidating and never want you to feel that way.

OK, go enjoy your coffee! I need another cup!