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I have incorporated BDSM and kink in my life for as long as I can remember. I feel like I was fairly knowledgeable. After I met Michele and we started to really connect I realized there were a few things that I didn’t know about. It’s not so much that I didn’t know about them as I didn’t know they were “a thing”. Something that has a name and volumes written about them. Two of these things are sub drop and aftercare. And they are intricately tied together.

The first is aftercare – In my previous very long term relationship there were a lot of things that I had to work hard to get. My desire to be spanked and whipped was very strong and was a core need. This is something that I needed to satisfy a missing part inside me. Unfortunately my partner was not a particularly willing participant. I was indulged on occasion but I had to really work to get it. Probably too hard and in ways that weren’t particularly healthy for either of us. We would negotiate and bargain. I would offer just about anything to get what I needed. They would reluctantly give in and provide a small level of what I was looking for. Or at least part of what I was looking for. This is where I experienced aftercare. Or more accurately didn’t experience aftercare. My partner was triggered by spanking or beating me so afterward they wanted to be by themselves. They didn’t want me around. They preferred I wasn’t even in the same room, certainly didn’t want to be touched or cuddle or anything like that and had no desire to talk about it at all. I on the other hand wanted (and needed) that physical touch. I wanted to hold and be held. I wanted to love and be loved. I didn’t get that. In some ways the isolation probably increased my want to be spanked. I didn’t know what “aftercare” was but I know I wasn’t getting it. I wish I had learned this much earlier in life.

The second is sub drop – This is how I learned about “sub drop”. Again, something I didn’t know had a name, only that I experienced it. All alone. After finally getting what I thought I needed I would start to spiral into feelings of guilt, of not being good enough, of being needy, or weird. The thing I wanted was not accepted and therefore I felt like I was not accepted.

I wish I knew about aftercare and sub drop much earlier. Not necessarily because I could change anything but so I could understand what was happening. I would have been able to identify my feelings and at least try to do something with them. I understood the concepts through the negative side of them. I didn’t get the care afterwards that I needed so I felt unwanted and unloved. I would suffer from “drop” but without the understanding of what was happening I couldn’t do anything to help stop it. I didn’t know how to talk about it with my partner but I also didn’t even know I needed to talk about it.

I have learned that aftercare is what prevents or at least reduces my experience of drop. I can also recognize when I am dropping or I am about to drop and know that I need more aftercare. It doesn’t matter if it is immediately after, hours, or even days later. I can, and do reach out to Michele to resolve whatever fears or other feelings I may be having. Needing to reach out days later doesn’t mean I didn’t get good aftercare immediately after an intense activity, it only means I need a little more. I may need reassurance. I may need to be told that I did good. Or even to be told I didn’t do good, that is ok too. We always welcome the opportunity to do better and we do it in a loving way. We look to the future allowing the past to guide us around things that might cause us to have problems.

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John

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Have you ever discovered that you have had a kink for a long time and you didn’t realize it?

It is really interesting to me that I have a degradation kink and I never knew it. Other people have this kink, sometimes to the point of a fetish but it has never been my thing. Apparently, I was wrong, it just took the right experience to bring it out.

How did this happen? It started after a challenging situation for me. The three of us, Michele, Jon and I, had been experimenting on ways to fulfill a mutual fantasy. What we were trying to do is find the best way for Michele to have Jon’s cock in her pussy while I have my mouth on her clit. These are both things that she likes and when both happen at the same time it is amazing for her, and us.

Logistically though this can be difficult. One particular night, I can remember us trying multiple positions. Until we found one where I was laying on my back on the bed. My head was at the end of the bed, hanging over a little. Michele was on top of me facing the other way with her pussy just over my face. Jon was standing (trying at least) at the end of the bed just over me so he could slide his cock in Michele’s pussy. Jon has a rather large cock so it makes the most sense for him to be in that position. I liked this as well as I had fantasized about being in this position many times over the years. Overall, it was a fairly successful position that we definitely hope to try some variation of again.

For now, I’m going to concentrate on my role in that particular encounter. Obviously I was there to have my mouth on Michele’s clit. We struggled a bit but were able to make this work. With my face in her pussy from below, Jon was fucking her from above. As he would slide in, his balls would slide across my face, landing right on my eyes and nose most of the time. This was very unexpected and, quite frankly, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I guess my initial reaction was that I didn’t like it. His balls were cold and just sat there, not pressed down, I could just feel their weight. More than a couple of times his cock would slide out and land on my face as well. After Michele came hard on his cock she told him to cum in her pussy and on my face as he pulled out. From my position I couldn’t hear any of that. After he pulled out I briefly cleaned the cum off his cock and then went to work cleaning all the sex from Michele’s pussy, eagerly trying to catch everything as she pushed it out in to my mouth. It felt like a dream to be doing this, to be in this position, to fulfill this fantasy. I believe we were all left very satisfied.

This was a very intense experience and over the hours and days after we spent time discussing it and providing aftercare to each other. One of the things that came up for me was the experience of Jon’s balls across my face. It had a degrading feeling to it, in an unsettling way. Not bad, not good, just not understood. As we talked about it Michele shared how she really wanted him to cum on my face. I did not know this, at the time it happened I wasn’t exactly in a position to be able to hear anything. It’s not something I ever remember hearing Michele say before. When I first heard that she wanted Jon to cum on my face I was a little surprised by it. I didn’t understand why. What would she get out of it? Did she enjoy degrading me? I didn’t understand that I wanted to be degraded, to be humiliated. But, now I understand how this is a component of my submissive nature and I crave the experience. I crave wearing all that sex on my face as a “scarlet letter” of sorts. I want to be used for Michele’s pleasure and entertainment. I had never thought that I had a degradation kink, at least not to this level. I never considered being a cuckold, or cleaning up a messy pussy, or any act of submission to be degrading.

Well, it turns out that I have a rather strong degradation / humiliation kink. This experience isn’t when it started, but it is was the event that allowed me to really think about it and realize just how much I craved this. It’s funny how this knowledge has allowed me to remember things in such a wonderfully positive way. I now frame past experiences in a different light and that allows me to better understand what I was feeling at the time. In many ways, I accept that this is important to me and fulfills something inside me that I didn’t know I needed. This is just the beginning of this part of my journey. I look forward to looking deeper inside myself as I incorporate this in to my lifestyle.

As always, I love to hear your thoughts, please leave a comment or send an email

John

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This is my perspective Of Madam Allure’s post So This Is What “What If” Looks Like

First off we did a lot of talking leading up to this. Mostly via group chats in the weeks (months, maybe) before we were actually together. Then we talked more in person. We wanted to make sure that each one of us felt safe. That we all knew that we had an “out,” essentially, we had a safeword that stopped everything if any of us felt at all uncomfortable with what that was happening. There was also discusion about limits, so we had a good understanding of what each other was willing, and wanting, to do.

We’ve mentioned before about the importance of expectations so that was another thing we talked a lot about.  One of these expectations was that we knew, M was dominant and she was in charge, I was submissive to M, and cagedmonkey was submissive to M. There was no direct interaction between cagedmonkey and me.

The most important expectation was that there was no expectation. Unless it felt right, and was organic, nothing was going to happen at all. Even though we had ideas of what we would like there was no “scene” and no script. Which was good because it would have been broken as soon as we started. Instead we followed M’s lead and we did what felt right, what felt good. And it felt really good!

I can remember that first night when we went to bed. At first this wasn’t about anything sexual, it was just the process of getting in bed. I remember that feeling of being the outsider (we were in their room, in their house) so I don’t know the “normal” routine, if anything is normal at this point. Anyway, we are all in the room, cagedmonkey was standing near his side of the bed, M was standing near her side of the bed. I was standing near the foot of the bed on M‘s side. M got undressed and was standing there naked. Then cagedmonkey got undressed and was standing there naked, except for his Jailbird of course. So there I was thinking isn’t this an unusual position to be in. To them this was perfectly normal. For me, well, not so much. So, I did what seemed appropriate. I got undressed.

And there we were, all three of us standing together naked getting in to the same bed, cagedmonkey on his side, M in the middle, and me on what would normally be M’s side. Normal, right? Well, oddly, it was normal. It just felt right. I have used a lot of words to describe this but I think it is important. The fact that it felt normal and comfortable is what allowed everything that followed to just flow so well. And it has ever since. I feel that we were very fortunate to have established a solid foundation from the beginning, something that we could continue to build on.

M did a great job of describing the sex that we shared that night. I would like to expand on how one of my biggest fantasies was fulfilled. I have fantasized about being “the cleanup boy” for as long as I can remember. I’ve been around a while so this has been a very deep desire of mine for possibly 40 years, maybe longer. It was amazing to watch M get her pussy filled with a very large cock. I was laying beside them and holding M as she came on that really nice big cock. I could feel the excitement of knowing what was coming next. Knowing that this has gone beyond a fantasy, I could briefly savor the reality of what was happening. Now I am watching as that big cock was sliding in and out of an already very wet pussy and I could tell that very soon he too would be cumming hard. I could feel as her pussy was filled with cum. And a lot of it. Cagedmonkey had not been allowed to cum for a long time before this and he emptied his very full balls in to her.

It was time for my fantasy to be fulfilled. Cagedmonkey pulled out and M directed me to clean up her messy pussy. This was the ultimate for me. To be told (instructed?, allowed?) to lick her freshly fucked pussy until every drop of sex was cleaned up. Hers, his, mine – all of it. And there was a lot. I could see how wet M was, and I could see cum dripping from her pussy. I didn’t waste any time getting started with big long licks so I would catch every drop before it dripped down and was lost. Then I was able to spend some time really enjoying having my face in M’s pussy. It was during this time that she pushed the cum that was in her pussy out and on to my tongue and in to my eagerly waiting mouth. Eventually I had to stop, most likely told to stop. I didn’t want it to end. I had been in subspace from the beginning but now I was in even deeper. I felt like I was floating having had such an amazing fantasy made real. I absolutely love that when I think of this now rather than a fantasy it is a memory of a very real, very amazing event.

After we were done we all checked in with each other. Individually and as group. And as we all came down out of our “space” we continued to check in. We spent time immediately after and over the next several days doing the very important work of caring for each other and understanding how we all felt.

So what’s next? Well a lot. I am looking forward to sharing so many fantasies that we each had and how we have been going about fulfilling them.

I hope you have enjoyed hearing another point of view. Please comment or email if you have questions or would like to know more.

John

It is time for an introduction. I started a long post about how we got where we are today. Then, I decided that can wait, first I should give you an idea of who I am.

If I had to choose a single word to define myself, it would be submissive. This is not a phase and not a bedroom preference. It is who I am at my core. I have known that I was meant to be submissive since I was a teenager (and that was a very, very long time ago). In many areas of my life, I am strong and capable. I make decisions, I take responsibility, and I lead when necessary. And still, when it comes to Michele, I surrender completely. That surrender does not diminish me. It centers me and gives me purpose.

I live the BDSM lifestyle. I am owned by Michele. This is not something we role play or visit when it feels exciting. There are no scenes. No timeouts. No pretending. This is twenty four hours a day, three hundred sixty five days a year, woven into how I wake up, how I move through the day, and how I go to sleep.

As you can see in my avatar I am collared all the time. Not only symbolically, but also literally. And I wear a cage on my cock, always, but you probably already figured that out. These are not accessories or occasional reminders. They shape how I think, how I feel, and how I exist. They remind me of who I belong to and who I am. They are a part of me.

There is a lot more to me that I’m sure we will get into over time and throughout our upcoming posts, such as the fact that I am a masochist. Pain gives me strength. I am energized by pain. Not any pain, but pain given to me by Michele. I need to receive this from her as much as she needs to give it to me. We fit perfectly.

Pain gives me strength

I am also a slut. I like being used. Sexually and otherwise. I love to serve Michele in any way she desires. Sometimes by giving her a mind blowing orgasm (often more than one) or by doing the dishes or putting away the laundry. It is all satisfying to me. At times she likes to have me do things to entertain her or just keep us connected. Sometimes it is to remind me that I am hers. Sometimes it is simply to keep us connected. Whatever the reason, I do it willingly and happily.

None of this is small to me. Every act, intimate or ordinary, feeds the same need. To serve. To please. To be useful. To submit.

This is who I am. As I said, there is a lot more, the rest of the story will come, no idea if I will. 🙂

Please comment or email if you would like to know more before my next post.

John

On October 31st, I’m getting a total hip replacement. This isn’t just a physical procedure… it’s a forced power exchange that will challenge every dominant, independent instinct I have.

For the first couple weeks, my body becomes my prison. I will be confined, restricted, and fully dependent. As someone who is used to holding the reins, being the decision-maker, and taking care of everything, this level of surrender is profound.This enforced downtime and physical limitation is basically forced submission. There is no negotiation with doctor’s orders.

This is where the strength of our relationship shines. John is flying in to join cagedmonkey and the kids. He will spend almost 2 weeks being my 24hr “support slave” 😊. Cagedmonkey will help when he can but he’s still got work and transporting children places when necessary etc. However, this crew, my lovers, my family, my support is morphing into a highly organized, care-focused power exchange unit. The guys will now be in charge of my meds, my movement, my schedule, and every logistical detail. They will manage the house, the kids, and my recovery. It feels as though I am surrendering all autonomy and control to their care.

For a dominant person, independence isn’t just a personality trait, it’s often a core part of their identity. Having my movement, energy, and freedom stripped away feels like losing a piece of myself, a direct hit to the place where my power resides.

The emotional experience is complex:
There is genuine frustration at the inability to move, clean, or even get my own cup of coffee. The dominant part of my mind screams at the loss of control, scraping against the bars of my physical limitations.

My experience in BDSM, however, gives me a strange kind of preparation. I know how to trust completely. I understand that sometimes the greatest strength is in the radical acceptance of a role. I’m going to do my best at allowing myself to be led and cared for without reservation.

Seeing John, and my husband, step into this role, coordinating, managing tasks, and placing my well-being above their own schedules, is an incredible act of love. This is the ultimate, real-life proof that what we’ve built isn’t simply passion; it’s the reliable, compassionate, and unwavering care we extend to one another when it is needed most. It is a different kind of power… the power of their commitment to me.

Given that my main activity will be resting in place, I’ll have plenty of time for distraction. Please feel free to drop a comment below or send me an email with your thoughts, questions, or just a story from your own life or lifestyle. Anything to keep me distracted and help me focus on the emotional submission rather than the masochistic reality of the physical pain. LoL
I look forward to being in less pain and feeling stronger. I can’t wait to take a walk again!

Wish me luck & have a safe Halloween!
Madam Allure