I’ve had my first play with a lady.

No longer a virgin, I’ve played with a lady, on my own.

So over the last 2 months I’ve not had the energy to think about blogging, my previous blog explains why so I’m not going to repeat that. But Master, Daddy and Miss Adira have all been keeping a close eye on me, as I do feel so stressed I feel I could breakdown. I do have a Drs appt coming up to help with that.

Last week Daddy came for the day, all I wanted was to get some lunch, come home, lie naked on the bed watching films and chilling. I didn’t even want to play. Then of course my hand wandered over his new ladder piercings going up his ball sack, then his willy became excited and before we knew it, I had given Daddy a handjob, without permission. A few minutes later we got a message, it contained a photo of me doing the deed. With a No Permission. You Are Banned For Month. Said Master.

So when Miss Adira was coming up for the day, on the following Tuesday, I have to say I was a bit disappointed knowing we couldn’t play together. I asked Master if I was allowed to stroke her boobs or thighs and he replied you may pleasure Miss Adira but you will not be pleasured yourself…….

I was also due a long awaited punishment, ( to be honest I can’t remember why I got it ) but I knew it was going to be a bad one. Well this would be my first punishment from her, I know she was looking forward to it, she said, I’m expecting tears, a very sore botty and I want to see blood. I will not stop until that happens. And I mean real tears too.

Luckily for me, or unlucky for me really, my back has been terrible, with being so busy over the past 2 months. My chronic pain has reached way WAY over the worst it normally is. So this meant my punishment had been cancelled over and over again. Our last meet up, I did have a maintenance spanking but my back suffered afterwards. Miss Adira had asked Master if she should give me the punishment and maintenance spanking. He said he usually asks me how my back is feeling. If it’s too bad I  would be honest and ask for it to be postponed. They all know i would not lie about something as important as my back.

So punishment was postponed, though Miss Adira did say if I wanted a gentle maintenance spanking she would be happy with that.

So Tuesday morning came, I slept in, so didnt get all my tasks done as I had to tidy up, get the bedroom ready, ( in fact  I shudda put some candles out, coz she loves them. I will next time,) I had to go to the supermarket to buy lunch for us then get home, get naked, ready.

There wasn’t much time from when I got home to Miss Adira arriving. She had on a slim fitted black skirt, black top and red boots. She looked very much the mistress. She carried with her a big duffle bag which puzzled me. I was on a ban from playing plus not allowed spanking so there should be no toys in her bag. She saw me look quizzically at it and said she would explain soon.

First she had to fuss the dogs who were impatiently barking at her for attention. I made us drinks, asking if she wanted these upstairs, but she said no, down here for now. Then she explained that if I had wanted my maintenance spanking she had brought with her 3 sexy Mistress outfits plus her high heels. (She feels very much the Mistress in those outfits). She was going to let me pick the outfit but I had to be very honest about how I felt after the spanking on Saturday, how did my back feel, so I had to be honest and say it didn’t help my back at all, so she immediately said right that’s settled, no spanking. But as I can’t play with you, I think it’s time you played with me. She chuckled when she saw me looking a bit shocked, Yes, I think that will happen instead. She told me.

I was a bit taken about, I knew Miss Adira didn’t want to order me to play, but this sorta shocked me. ’’Okay” I said, a bit worried about it, but left it at that.

Coffee drunk, Miss Adira said should we go upstairs, so I put all the lunch stuff in a bag, grabbed a few chews for Dave and Muffin, locked all the doors then I followed Miss Adira with the dogs racing to get ahead of me.

Getting naked on the bed, I’d already got the TV on, the remotes handy, the dogs were happy with their chews, so we snuggled together. Already planning on watching Beauty and The Beast as I hadn’t seen the new version,  Miss Adira had watched it 3 times so far. Now the usual problem at first is we chatted non-stop about the boys, the kids, general life. Then we started to watch it properly.

My Mistress has very big boobs, and my head rested on one side of one really nicely. They make very nice cushions, but I was very comfy and Miss Adira seemed comfy too. My hand gently stroked her arms and boobs, playing with her nipples and nipple piercing. I’m not really a boob/nipple person. With Master and Daddy, I tend not to touch them, but this time I decided to play with hers, I knew she could take more than I could with nipple play, but not lots, so I did what I do with mine. Twisting them slightly, circling around the areola, feeling her nipple harden. Along with big boobs, she has big nipples, maybe 3 times the size of mine, at some point I’ve decided I want to try having a suck of them. I’ve always loved sucking my finger as a child, though these days my finger won’t bend to how it was 45 years ago, but I suck it in different ways now. And having my doodie with Daddy, I’ve really grown to love that. So I think I may enjoy it. I shudda just tried there and then, the nipple without the piercing was so close to my mouth I cudda flicked at it with my tongue. But I am slow at doing new things and my mind was concentrating on stroking her body, something I know we both love. That and scratching hard across the skin, boobs, back, bottom, she did it twice on my bum but as soon as I ahhhed over its nice feeling, she stopped. I wasn’t allowed to be pleasured so it stopped.

Slowly my hand moved downwards, tickling her legs, inner thighs, over her happy spot mound. I felt her wetness as I went past it. Miss Adira seemed to be enjoying it as she moved more flat on her back and spread her legs.

Eventually my fingers stopped over her happy spot and I began exploring. I felt her thin clit hood piercing and slowly began to rub her button. Rolling my fingers over it, I began to hear Miss Adira groan, so I rubbed harder and faster, breaking off to stroke over her labia then back to rubbing her button.

Miss Adira’s moans and groans became louder, she began squirming, her hands fisting the bedding or grasping the bars from the headboard. My fingers worked faster, her wetness encouraging me to continue, rubbing harder until I felt her orgasm, her button now swollen, her juices all over my fingers, she moved my hand away but I slipped it back, rubbing once more when she jerked and pushed me away again, whispering naughty at me, which made me giggle.

So instead of moving I just stopped, leaving my fingers over her happy spot as she came back down. I looked up at her smiling, she smiled back, Now that wasn’t too bad was it ? She asked. No it wasn’t. I replied. I reached up to give her a kiss, feeling proud of myself.

As Miss Adira began to relax again, I began rubbing her button once more, she gasped and grabbed the bed rails, her groans becoming more exaggerated, frantic, I looked up at her and watched her face, her arms began flailing, (Master always said she’s a flailler when she comes, so is Daddy,) occasionally her eyes opened and looked at me, smiling, then as I continued her eyes closed again.

I worked faster now, rubbing harder directly over her piercing, she got her juices flowing again. Pretty quickly she began to cum, her arms flailed about as her body jerked fiercely. Faster and much more stronger than her first one, this made me smile even more.

I’ve actually pleasured my Mistress and I felt incredibly proud and very very horny. My happy spot was pounding, longing to be touched, my ass tingled, pleading for a spanking but of course I was on a ban, which really was a shame because this would have built up into a long long play session.

Eventually Miss Adira relaxed, coming down from her wild orgasm, she reached over and hugged me tightly, giving me another kiss. Was that okay ? I asked. More than okay, Miss Adira said, your first play with a lady was pretty awesome.

I grinned stupidly, snuggled closer into one boob as we watched a bit more of the film, then realising the time, we decided to have lunch.

The rest of the afternoon was snuggling in bed, I got my snuggly, Marshmallow and put her by my head, rubbing my chin or fingers over her soft fur. I know I dozed off a bit, because I woke myself up snoring. Lol. But I did watch most of Beauty and the Beast  but only a bit of Olympus Has Fallen, as I slept through a lot?

But we had a lovely day, it did me the world of good to just chill out.

Apologies for my abscence.

I need to apologise for my absence over the last few months. My health has been poor, Miss Adiras health has been poor too. Then my 84 yr old mum took a turn, collapsing in the garden, unconscious for 10 mins. My 84 yr old dad phoned 999 then called me. I drove down to theirs as quick as possible. She had a further 6 episodes at home, in the ambulance and in A&E.

Four weeks later she’s had a pacemaker fitted but her dementia has declined considerably.

Mum and Dads house needed to be made suitable for when Mum returned home so we’ve had to put her in a care home, hopefully for only a couple of weeks. But it’s taken its toll on me mentally and physically and my poor Dad. My brother is a useless selfish son of a bitch, thinking 1 visit a week for 20 minutes is enough whereas me and Dad have been with her every day, apart from when we had our 5 day holiday. Which honestly feels like 5 years ago not 3 weeks ago.

Yesterday was a terrible day with mum, emotional, draining, and very upsetting. I broke down in front of Dad, something I’ve kept away from him, he doesn’t need to see me so upset as well as worry about Mum. But I just couldn’t cope.

I know Master, Daddy, Miss Adira, Dad, my inlaws and friends are very worried about me, I’m doing so much my back can’t take it, so every day my chronic pain is only progressing and my walking becoming more difficult. Coping with an hours sleep each night if I’m lucky, yesterday felt like the final straw.

I feel so close to having an emotional/mental breakdown, I don’t know what to do.

Family say look after yourself first, but you know your Mum is in a care home and your Dad is trying to deal with it, how can I be selfish and put myself first.

When I’m not with Mum, all I’m doing is worrying about her, or Dad or both, thinking about me doesn’t seem important.

Until Master said last night, “You have your own family, we need you, we see you pushing yourself, we see you dragging yourself there every day. But if your back goes worse because you’re doing too much now, you could end up in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, the rest of our lives. You need to think about that”.

Then Mis Adira told me she wanted a video call during the day. I knew why, she wanted to explain how worried she was, well how worried they all were. Yet more tears fell down, as they had most of the morning, but she made some valid points.

  1. Don’t stay so long.
  2. Plan to do a word search or crossword together then go. Or push her around the gardens in her wheelchair, have a coffee outside then go.
  3. Remember she’s in a good place now, with trained staff and you know she’s happy, coz you’ve spied on her numerous times and she’s been happily chatting.
  4. If she throws a tantrum just leave, let the staff deal with her, then it doesn’t upset you.
  5. Lastly, you want happy memories now, not memories of her being aggressive, nasty, upset. So not seeing her as often, gives you a break, focusing on your family, when you do see her you’re not as tired so you can cope better and plan a short visit, twice a week. Arrange to spend a day with your Dad to give him some normal time too.

This last point was the one that got to me, it was so accurate and true. I told Dad what Miss Adira said and he said he was so happy I’ve got friends who really take the time to talk sense to you and then you to me.

Our plan of action possibly, is putting Mum in this care home 1 maybe 2 nights a week to give Dad a break or just go for the day. It can be time he can do things for himself, we could go out for part of the day, go out for lunch, just get us both out doing something together.

On Tuesday I got a very blunt phone call from Social Services. They had put together a care plan so Mum had to be out of the home on Friday by 12.30. I explained that there was no way she could come home this week as the bathroom was still not finished. She was very strict about how we knew she had to leave there soon, but I will give you until Monday. My bosses will probably go mad but I will say she can stay until Monday, by 12.30pm, she must be out. If you choose to keep your mum there, then it must be funded by yourselves. If you do that then the care package will no longer be available either. So you would have to pay for the care package yourselves.

Now the care package lasts for 6 weeks, we can’t afford to miss it. After much discussion, we decided to just bring Mum home on the Monday, the carer starts that evening, then we have 6 weeks to find our own carer too.

But there was the problem of the home equipment for her, she hadn’t got a walking frame, wheelchair, toilet frame, raised toilet seat, Dad hadn’t got a bed for downstairs, they needed more bedding and a dryer.

So I spent one afternoon going through what we needed, Dad looked it through and agreed so that was ordered, he found a bed and we got that ordered too. Yesterday he found some new bedding he liked, so he bought some more. We think we are ready for her but now we had the job of telling Mum. So we went the following day and found mum doing a puzzle book in the lounge. For the first time in 2 months, she actually looked like Mum, and we had a lovely visit.

I told Mum the good news that she was coming home on Monday but there was a deal she had to make. To get her to use the walking frame and wheelchair, we said, You have to use the walking frame at home and the wheelchair. This is the Drs orders, if you don’t use them they will immediately bring you back to the home so you must use them. We don’t want you back here for that reason. She took all this in, Can I not walk ever again ? She asked, I said, Of course you can walk a little, but the chair is there to help you when you are tired. Plus it means when Dad needs to go out, you can go too. So you can get out of the house again. It will be much better for both of you. But you have to agree to use them, well we will not be giving you a choice.  The good news is you can come home on Monday.

I know life will be more crazy once she’s home, it will be very hard on Dad, but all we can do is the best we can. For now Dad and I need to try to rest whilst she is happy in the home.

Miss Adiras monthly post.

My ass and the staples

So as far as good ideas go I believe this may have needed a little bit of thought,

oh and according to Sir a bit more research on my behalf.

Although I stand by my “ ooo this looks fun” now

I know Aurora has mentioned that I said I wanted to try staple play with her,

as you will also be aware she’s not very keen on the idea.

However it was something I wanted to try so……

Sir and Aurora where on there visit Aurora got her maintenance spanking,

we then went downstairs, Sir pointed out he had watched the whole thing and was now

sporting a massive erection that off course he wanted sorting, and in his words in the

manner of mouth to cock, so off course I obliged…once his erection had been dealt with,

the conversation then turned to my staplers, to which I said shall I go get the stapler and

we can give it ago, I was instructed to go get it, giddily I ran upstairs for it.

I came back and handed it to Sir and assumed the position of being bent over

the arm of the settee, now Sir said he would only do a few I do believe he said 5,

now I really should of known better…

he started first few made me clench my botty but they were quite nice going in,

I was the informed it was going to be a G… I do believe I said eh I thought you said 5,

but I do know how he does like to change his mind and make alterations so away

Sir went every so often chuckling. Then he stood back admiring his handy work,

now I’d mentioned about wondering how it would feel having a spanking after being

stapled, I still haven’t learnt to think before speaking. After he’d stood back a few hand

slaps on my ass followed I do have to admit a sharp ouch and then a different feeling,

a nice stinging. Then I heard I think it needs an exclamation mark,

what I screeched….but before I could protest I was pushed back down and the stapling

started again, again Sir stood back admiring it, then I heard Aurora say it should have a

cross At the bottom, ooo a double one , then felt it go in before I could protest

now here is where I don’t think things through,

I didn’t get the tool to take the staples out, I just thought they would just pierce the skin

and not turn under, yeah I know I was wrong. So I went to get what I thought may do it,

so Sir tried to get them out well I say try. Watching the video back the first attempt

I’m sure he was just pulling on the staple to see how far he could pull that and my skin

away from my ass,, so the task of trying to remove them began,

it was a struggle and at one point it was said I may end up in A and E trying to get the out,

imagine trying explain that, Hi I’ve had a G stapled in my ass but can’t seem to remove it,

could you please help. Sir however kept his cool and

his patience ( which I’m surprised as he gets bored very easily) and managed to get them out.

Now what have I learnt, research things before you try them out,

buy all the tools to assist with the usage, oh and always expect more from Sir than

he may say…..but all in all it was fun we all had a giggle be I still have the marks in my ass

which is always good…but in truth I’ll probably not learn and just run head first into it and

hope it’s fun along the way. Although needle play is on my list, that I may have to ah who

am I trying to kid

Next time we are going to try and staple Sir G, still with the exclamation mark or mark as

I’ve found he likes exclamation marks. Although before I suggested it,

I’ve just realised I didn’t suggest where we could staple Sir G a mistake I may regret as we

all know Sir does at times have his evil genius moments.

No doubt I’ll have a tale to tell when he does it.

Oh and Aurora doesn’t like being stapled, she only had 2 put in and didn’t like it,

so may be used as an incentive for her

Ooops got caught. Forgot to ask if we could play until we were sent this picture from Master.

Our intentions were to have snuggles on the bed. I didnt want to play, my back too sore to have a spanking, and really i just felt emotionally drained and just wanted snuggles.

Then i said snuggles naked, i wanted the skin on skin snuggle, but that was it.

Neither of us had asked Master for permission to play, because we had no intention of playing. But my hand wandered over his new bigger ball piercings, they felt really nice to touch, so i enjoyed gently stroking them.

This of course got his willy all excited, pre-cum soon dribbled over my fingers. I couldn’t stop there, I knew Daddy really wanted to cum, I really wanted to cum, to squirt but that certainly was a no no. So my hand did its duty and i treated him to a hand job.

When i cleaned him up we realised we had not asked permission. Half an hour later, or less than that, we were sent this photo along with a not very happy message from Master. Its not the first time its happened, its disrespectful and no one had owned up.

This bit i felt was a bit unfair, he knows i wudda told him when he came home.

But it was disrespectful.

So now we are on a one month ban from any playing, with anyone. Punishment and maintenance spankings are exceptable as long there is no other play involved.

Very sorry and very sad.

First major tantrum with Miss Adira.

My first drunken disobedient strop/tantrum with Miss Adira, whilst on our naturist holiday.

In the morning Master and Daddy went to Tesco to stock up on essentials, food, treats and most important booze. We had limited space in the car so could only bring food for one day. Miss Adira and I went for a walk through the fields and woods until we came across one of the ponds. There are lovely pathways all around their land for us naturists to enjoy. A couple of public footpaths were marked off, warning naturists that people may get offended by seeing naked people about so they were avoided. But having found one of the ponds we sat there and chatted. Mostly it was about how we’ve messed up on something so received a punishment or how Miss Adira may write things in a text message only to delete it, saying it’s not worth the risk. Whereas I would just press send coz I was peeved off. We were both very stubborn and pig headed neither of us willing to back down or not have the final say. So far Miss Adira and I had not been in this dilemma, she and Daddy had warned me that I did not want to get on her bad side when our dynamic began because I would not win. I think in my stupid naive head, I believed she wasn’t as bad as they made out. Daddy always said Miss Adira would have me crying within minutes, just by what she has said as she was very clever with her words, again the bratty stubborn side of me really didn’t believe she was that bad. My sensible head believed she was.

So back to our holiday.

Having been drinking wine since lunchtime, I was getting very merry. I’m a bit odd, in the way that if I had wine in a glass, I would drink very very slowly, not really enjoying it, probably only having a quarter of the glass before chucking it out. Now since I became Daddy’s ‘little’ and he puts wine in my sippy cup I drink very quickly and it tastes really nice. Told you I was a bit odd. Before holidays I bought Miss Adira and I some plastic cups with lids and straws as you can’t take proper glasses to the sunroom or hottub. These cups you can put in the freezer to keep your drinks colder for longer.  And I drank wine very quickly out of these cups.

On Wednesday after Master and Daddy had purchased more alcohol I had drunk rather a lot, feeling very merry, well a little bit……no I was pissed. I was enjoying the hottub then floating in the pool. Messing about in the hottub I splashed water over Miss Adira’s face. “I think someone may be getting a spanking for that”, she told me. So what do I do…..yep I do it again, not once but twice. Daddy had a look of sheer shock and horror as he knew she did not like water on her face. “I will meet you upstairs when you come back,” she told me. Being rather drunk I dismissed the comment. When she left Daddy asked me if I had a death wish because he would never, ever splash water on her face coz she would go mental. I didn’t really believe she would be that annoyed by it. Anyway we left the hottub and went to the pool, I was enjoying just floating in the water, holding one of those noodle float things under my head, my body just naturally floated, and for once, my back wasn’t hurting. So I just floated for a long time. Daddy wanted to go back so I told him I was staying in, so he left but he quickly returned because Master had told him, he should not have left his drunken ‘little’ in the pool by herself. Though I kept telling him to go, he said no, and sat in the chair watching me float.

When we eventually returned Miss Adira was there, looking stern, telling me to go to her bedroom. I just flatly said No, I want a shower first. After a few No’s I went to the shower. Miss Adira followed with the hairbrush in her hand. “That’s okay, I wanted to see how it was to spank you when you’re wet. Turn around.” she told me, standing in the doorway of the shower. “No,” I told her, deliberately facing her, over and over and over she told me to turn around, I kept stubbornly saying No. She whacked me a few times with the hairbrush, boobs and sides of my legs were perfect targets but still I refused to turn around.

Writing this now, the following morning, I’m shocked at how I reacted, I’d never do that to any of them if I was sober.

I kept saying, I need to wash my hair, I need to put conditioner on it, I need to wash the chlorine off my body, any excuse to stay in the shower, hoping she would just go. But as she told me many times, she would be there all night if necessary. So I washed myself all the time facing her.

Then the standoff began. Turn around, no. The shower was turned to cold, I turned it to hot again. The shower was turned off, I turned it back on again. I’ve no idea how long we were in there or how many times the shower was altered, but my stubbornness was getting worse and refused to leave. The final time, Miss Adira turned the shower off with a warning not to turn it on, the tone of her voice warned me not to.

After a while I just plonked myself on the floor in the corner, Miss Adira was really pissed off by now. Daddy had made dinner, telling us it was on the table, “Just leave it there,” she called to him then closed the bathroom door and sat in the shower.

Seriously stern lectures followed then, those awful words followed, ‘I’m disrespecting her,’ I told her I wasn’t but deep down I knew I was being very disrespectful. “You wouldn’t do this for Master or Daddy would you?” she asked. “Not anymore no,” I replied. Then eventually my emotions took over, those 3 words were always enough to make my stubbornness dissolve and tears start flowing.

Eventually Miss Adira persuaded me to get up, having had a long chat, I didn’t want to see the boys, I didn’t want to have my dinner, I just wanted to go to bed, but I wasn’t allowed, I had to have my dinner, then I could go to bed. But first we headed to the other loft and had snuggles in bed. I was still upset, and felt embarrassed seeing the boys so Miss Adira said we would have dinner in there, she brought the plates of food in, warmed them up in the microwave then we sat down. She made sure I’d taken my medication and also made sure I ate. If I started just playing with my food she told me off, until I’d eaten half of it.

Miss Adira wanted me to go upstairs and watch a film but I said I really didn’t want to. She knew it was because I felt embarrassed, ashamed, guilty and stupid, well I felt stupid, Miss Adira didn’t think that. Anyway she allowed me to go to bed, gave me my kindle and tucked me in. Giving me a kiss she left me to it, where I lay for a while before finally reading my book. I gave up after a few pages though, nothing would stay in my head and I was still feeling guilty about what happened.

I hadn’t realised but apparently I had fallen asleep, the others heard me snoring from upstairs in the annex.  But as usual I woke up so I read my kindle. Miss Adira popped her head through the door and found me awake, she gave me a hug, asking if I was okay, that’s when I found out I’d been asleep.

In the morning I went to see Miss Adira, we had a cuddle and I sat at the table for a while talking. We were all going to the pool but she said she was happy colouring inside so I went with the boys. Later on I sent her an apology text, saying I was drunk but not that drunk where I didn’t know what I was doing. She replied saying she appreciated the text message, the apology, the explanation but it was all forgotten with now, no further punishments were needed as she had got the desired result, (me crying feeling terribly guilty). She said we both knew there would be a time where this would happen because we were so alike and she knew from her experience that I would test her to this point to see what would happen.

So what have I learnt from this……..I will never win when I’m being disrespectful, stubborn or just flatly being really naughty……..I will never splash water in Miss Adiras face again……I never want to be in that position again, hear those words, see the disappointment in her face.

But as she had said before, it will happen again at some point because we are both so stubborn and pig headed and we would both test and push our Doms/Domme just out of pure devilment. But I hope I don’t test her again for quite some time.

One thing I know for certain is I never want to see the look of disappointment, upset, crossness, (is that a word, oh well it is now) on her face or hear her say I’m disrespecting her or wondering if I really did want this dynamic ever again. Those 2 things hurt me so much more than any severe spanking I’ve ever been given.

Not a good year so far.

Not been a good year so far.

I need to apologise for not writing any blogs recently, life has just been full of illness since Xmas. I had 2 months of terrible chronic back pain after the Xmas rush, finally able to venture out into the big wide world when 2 weeks later I developed a chest infection which took 7 weeks to actually go, though I was told I had got another chest infection, then another. I always felt it had never really left my body, hence it taking so long to go.

Plus Miss Adira was fighting to get rid of a terrible cold/chest cough/virus. Lasting as long as my chest infections. We ended up having to stay away as we felt we were just passing bugs to each other. It was obvious that both Miss Adira and I had very low resistance to any tiny bug or infection.

Also it was getting closer and closer to our first holiday together. We were going to our naturist park, Master and I have been to for the past 2 years. We both felt extremely comfortable there, and we knew Daddy and Miss Adira would love it too. So when we asked if they wanted to come, they jumped at it.

Now the holiday was finally here and we were all looking forward to it so much.

Then the worst happens. On Good Friday, my Dad phoned in a state, Mum had collapsed, fell unconscious for 10 minutes. Dad had phoned emergency services, I drove quickly round to their house then soon the ambulance turned up. Mum had another 2 ‘episodes’ with the ambulance drivers, who said we had to go to hospital, then she had 5 more in A & E.

11 days later, Mum has had the Norovirus, then Dad had it. How I never got it I don’t know as I had to help Mum with the sick bowls, getting her to the toilet, cleaning her up. All we know is she has a v v v fast heart beat or a v v v slow one. Because she has both, the Drs don’t know how to treat her. Plus when she had the virus, her sick was a deep red/brown colour. An alarming colour. To me and Dad it looked like there was blood in it, but what do we know, we are not trained doctors.

When Mum was sick again, with it looking the same reddish brown colour, we were lucky because the Dr was there so she saw it. Finally she said there was something wrong with her tummy, something we had been saying since she first got to A & E. But the Dr was claiming there was nothing wrong.

After a very strong disagreement with the Dr on the ward about the lack of communication or action towards getting Mum better, the day after the disagreement, the nurses and Dr were more keen to talk. I complained to PALS, this is like a voluntary service for relatives/patients who have issues with staff or hospital in general. They gave me a patient passport form, this was for the family of dementia/alzheimer’s patients to fill out, it covered the very basics on the patient, something we should have been given on her first day of hospital as they knew she has dementia.

The lady from PALS was very helpful and there was a definite change to the staff and Mums care following this disagreement.

But now, day 12, and still nothing has been done. I felt like they weren’t listening to us, they were asking Mum questions, she couldn’t answer or gave the wrong answer, even though she thought it was correct. Then when the Dr looked at me and Dad, it was as if she was saying why haven’t you taken her to the Drs for this tummy issue or this dizziness issue before, if she’s had it over 4 years. I repeatedly said we cannot get Mum to go and see her GP, it becomes WW3 in the house if we even suggest it. So Dad never pushes it, choosing to keep the peace at home instead. Mum is of the age where you only see the GP if you’re on your deathbed.

But like I say, no tests/nothing’s been done yet. Except a brain scan and blood tests, we don’t know the results. Mum started to get anxious, claiming the staff were out to kill everyone, she got moved to an individual room, so they could give the other room a deep clean as they had the Norovirus in there. Mum claimed she had a very serious disease/infection as they’ve moved her to this room by herself. Of course we know it isn’t, explaining to Mum she understood for those few seconds, until she complained again 2 minutes later.

I’ve been worrying about Dad, who is taking this all very well but at 84, he’s not a spring chicken anymore. He’s lost weight, so I’m now asking over and over, have you eaten, did you manage any sleep etc etc.

I’m very concerned about her coming home, her dizziness is a major concern to the physiotherapists and social services will be coming around to their house to see what help they can give her. I already think Dad needs to move their bedroom downstairs as the bathroom, kitchen and living room would all be on the same level. We could put a baby gate on the stairs to stop her going up, telling her we need it for our dogs, to stop them going upstairs. But I will be happier if the bedroom was downstairs now, Dad will take some persuading unless Social Services say it’s a must unless she has to go into a care home and that’s definitely not an option for her.

So it’s been very hard knowing our holiday was only round the corner and feeling guilty about whether I should go away, whether I should stay and let the others go. Both Mum an Dad said go, Master, Daddy and Miss Adira didn’t know what to say either. We would be 5 ½ hours away, so not just round the corner if I was needed, Daddy had said if I wasn’t going then he wouldn’t go either. Which made me feel even more guilty if I was to cancel. Plus we would lose quite a bit of money though that was the least of my concerns really.

Saturday before our holiday, I visited Mum, both her and Dad made me promise I would go on holiday and enjoy it but also told me not to visit on the Sunday, use that day to rest as I was nearly falling asleep talking to them. My sleep had been even less than normal because I was worrying about my folks. If I had an hour a day I was lucky.

Anyway Sunday came, bags all packed, Daddy and Miss Adira were staying over at our house that night so we could head of about 10am. How all the bags were going to get in the boot of Masters car I don’t know. It had already been decided that I was to do no tasks during the holiday so I didn’t need to pack my homework though I think I may have forgotten my spellings by the time I get tested again. I will have to ask Miss Adira when the test will be and how many days I will have to learn them again.

I discovered that Miss Adira had been told by Master that she had to do her tasks whilst away, something she wasn’t impressed about, then when we arrived he told her he was only kidding. Something he had done to me on our first naturist holiday.

After a poor sleep thanks to the dogs taking most of the room on the airbed and sleeping on our blankets, we set off. Going to put petrol in the car first. Fortunately or not, it was then that I discovered I hadn’t got my phone, the phone Master said was never out of my hand, but I hadn’t got it. So after filling the car I had to explain to Master that I hadn’t got my phone and we needed to go and get it. Fortunately or not, we were only 10 minutes away from home, so off we went to get it.

It felt like deja-vu, driving down the same roads back home, finding my mobile then driving back again. Master didn’t seem to see the funny side of it, though Daddy and Miss Adira both chuckled a bit.

5 ½ hours later we arrived, so I booked in, and we started to carry the bags into our 2 loft conversions. As we had our own private door to get up to the 2 lofts, we were able to just leave the doors open so we went from loft to loft. Daddy stripped off first, quickly followed by Master, me an Miss Adira last. Getting the food in the fridge, most importantly the booze in the fridge. The bonus of 2 lofts is the food fit in one fridge, the booze in the other.

We then went for a lovely long swim and soak in the hottub. The days were pretty much the same every day, swim, sunroom to read or write blogs, hottub, swim, lunch, swim, sunroom, hottub, oh and enjoying a walk through the quiet fields, dinner ending with final swim an hottub before spending the later evening watching TV before bed.

I’m told Miss Adira wants a walk with me so we…..’we’ can try out nettle play. Well basically she wants to spank my arse with a bunch of nettles. Hmmmmm I don’t seem to be getting much say in this, apparently she thinks I will like it.

On the last day of holiday I learnt that they were moving Mum to another hospital to fit a pacemaker in her. Dad had told them they must phone him up when they know when Mum was going because we knew she would be anxious on her own.

He was furious to learn the smbulance had left with out him. Dad went mad. Not only had Dad told them to phone, our son and his girlfriend had been absolutely amazing for 2 19 yr old kids. He looked after Dad whilst I was away, he phoned the hospital morning and night and visited every day. Trying to find out exactky what they were doing next. So when he learnt Mum was moving hospital, he gave the ward his mobile number, telling them to phone him no matter what the time and he would contact Dad. But they never did that  so Dad was stuck trying to find out what train would get him to the other hospital. Meanwhile E decided to ask his boss if he could leave and take Dad in his car to the hospital. Hus boss said yes, go but be careful. So he left, drove to Dads and took him to the hospital, found the correct ward then he left. Dad was staying with Mum until they were brought back to the other hospital.

So, so far, that’s all that’s happened with mum.she still needs her tummy sorted but again as there’s another bank holiday, we’ve seen no other doctors. Every day is a guessing game.

But during all this, on the Sunday night before we left holiday, E was sleeping at his girlfriend’s house. Her mum has been v v poorly for weeks, and in the middle of the night, she collapsed, turned blue, unable to breath. E and I said it was one of the scariest things they’ve ever witnessed. Once in hospital she ended up in intensive care, with pneumonia. She had been turned away from hospital so many times. But the infection was that bad that it covered all of each lung plus put a hole in her heart. So now she is having to have regular check ups to find out if her heart is okay or will she need an operation.

I have to stay im very proud of E and I, and how they’ve coped over the past 5 days. It couldn’t have been much worse.

Thankfully I’s Mum is out of hospital but she will be off sick for at least 6 months. She’s a nurse in the same hospital so she comes in contact with sick people all the time, and she can’t afford to get another infection

My mum is still in, think she will be there another week or so. It’s 20 days now. Dad has had the bed moved downstairs, he’s having the bathroom knocked into one room so it’s safer for Mum and taking the bath away, putting in a walk in shower instead. Social services will come and provide everything else.

I know my Doms/Domme are worried about me as I’m.exhausted all the time, coming back from hospital, fall asleep, eat my dinner, fall asleep again until Master tells me to go to bed. But I can’t not visit her every day. Hopefully see the drs too.

Now you can understand why I think this year has truly awful so far.

Manho the Daddy’s monthly blog.

Manho the Daddy’s monthly blog.
Manho the Daddy

So, peeps as I said, this is part two of the saga of yours truly and how all this came about so a brief summary on the start,my beautiful wife wanted more cock and different sexual experiences shall we say which now leads me onto this next episode……

So, after the bomb shell presented by Piggy all sorts were running through my mind, what had I done wrong, wasn’t I enough and such things, and needless to say it hit my confidence and self esteem so much it wasn’t even funny. So, the days and weeks after Piggy started to join some swinger sites and there was as expected a lot of interest from men, and I can very well see why, as my wife (Piggy) is just absolutely drop dead gorgeous and damn sexy, so after a couple of months we ended up speaking with some gentleman who’s name I cannot even remember, about a meet with another couple and himself and if I remember correctly another gentleman. So I got involved in the conversation with said gentleman and then we were introduced to the other couple, we had a telephone conversation with the other couple who were coming up from London somewhere, well as it turned out the couple pulled out the weekend before we were all suppose to meet and the gentleman who had arranged the gathering asked if we still wanted to go ahead, well we had already pre-booked the hotel and said fuck it, in for a penny in for a pound and agreed to meet him, thus our first meet.

So the place of meet was at a hotel in Huddersfield, we had booked what seemed a nice quant bed and breakfast…..it was not, it was a shite hole…any way we got to our room sorted stuff out then went to a pub for a little something to eat, got back to our room got changed and then headed down to the hotel where we were supposed to meet said gentleman.

I got me and Piggy a drink from the bar and after what seemed like an eternity the gentleman turned up, we said our hello’s he went and got a drink from the bar and we all started chatting about how we came onto the scene and what not, now just before the gentleman arrived piggy asked if I was nervous and in all honesty I wasn’t at all which was rather strange I think but back to the tale……

So after about 20 minutes or so he asked if we wanted to go up to the room he had booked so we said yes. We went to the lift and pretty much as we got into the lift, he started playing with piggy. So I just stood there, like a lemon and watched another man play with my wife but at that point I felt no jealousy and again strange, so we got to his room, we had brought some drinks with us so I made us a drink and then the fun commenced. So Piggy be Piggy wanted a few things doing to her, like double penetration and to watch me suck another mans tallyWacker. Now I am not gay in the slightest although Master begs the question and has other opinions, so she asked if I would and I said yes, I did suck this gentleman’s sausage, no real comment on that if I’m honest it turned Piggy on, so that was good so we had fun, however it wasn’t what we were expecting, at all, now whether we set our sights high or not I’m not too sure, yes we had fun but we were left with a disappointing ending, he came once and the job was done, the end.

So we chatted a little more had a quick drink then decided to leave, he offered us the hotel room which was nice of him I suppose but we explained that we had one already paid for, so we got dressed and left. Piggy was a little hungry so I found her a Mc D’s and we chatted about the night, she enjoyed herself but again I think she was expecting more.

So after our first disappointing meet we continued or should I say Piggy continued the search for a couple for fun and friendship and what not and she was speaking to quite a few gentlemen and did have a meet with a 50+ year old for some fun, she got all dolled up and looked stunning and then the shit and realisation hit me, it was one thing to do this as a couple but another for me to allow my wife of at the time 10 years to go off for some naughty fun on her own.

So her first meet with this gentleman on her own went good and she was home before I got home and had some rather damn good nookies.

However needless to say, just after that point of Piggy’s first solo meet, my head and mind were all over the place. At one point very depressed and felt like I was in a corner trapped, but later on that year I/we had a meet with another couple, which I think, it was a notch on their bedpost and that wasn’t what we were looking for. Then we met another couple which I for my first time of my 40 years of living, had the meet with the man and woman on my own with piggy’s blessing, unfortunately the gentleman did not do anything for iPggy so we called it a do with them, but I had my first solo experience on my own which was interesting and exciting as well.

So going into 2018 I was now being more open and quite enjoying meeting like minded people, and after the previous years let’s say hiccup, all was good with me and Piggy and in fact a damn sight stronger and closer with our marriage and ourselves.

We had a few meets that first part of the year, a couple of house parties and then I think it was about either the back end of June or the beginning of July 2018 when Piggy started to chat with Master, That is how the story will begin, on how everything changed for me, Piggy, Master and my Little Minxs, Masters Serf….

So until next time my intrepid followers…………