Hello, This is Her Man,
It would seem that the time has come for me to post here on my Young Lady's blog. First, I want to express gratitude to the ladies who read this blog. This whole exercise in creative writing has been a wonderful thing for Young Lady, and I am grateful for all of your encouragements. This has proven very cathartic for her, and I intend for her to continue posting regularly, (even if she does use this space as a place to bash me - she needs a consequence-free place to vent, I certainly don't allow this behavior offline :).
I would like to note that, due to major stresses at work, and (to be perfectly honest), my own failings as a Dom/HOH/Husband, I haven't been giving Young Lady the attention she deserves. The rules have been inconsistent, depending on how tired I am, and everything has been out of flux. As a result, our relationship, our communication, and our sex life, have suffered. Young Lady needs consistency to feel cared for, and she's been acting out a lot as a result. Well, that stops today. We tried to have sex, had a fight instead, the hurt feelings lasted through dinner all the way home. In the end, Young Lady tried to hurt herself with a pencil - something I will not tolerate. As we were talking through her behavior and why she was struggling, she repeatedly told me that I "don't care about her." As we talked, I realized that my lack of consistency in requirements and punishments seems to be a primary reason why she doesn't feel cared for. So we were in the living room, her resting on her stomach, and me sitting down, pinning her legs. I had me plastic switch (from an old venetian blind), and we spent a great deal of time with me applying it to her backside to show her how much I cared. I fully expect to see welts tomorrow, and even the next day.
We ended the time with more talking, and a recommitment to our relationship, then really good sex :). I promised to be more consistent in my expectations and punishments, she promised to be more obedient and respectful. I would like her to wear a new collar to show renewed commitment, but she is incredibly attached to her current one (my old wallet chain from high school), and I don't have the heart make her change (I'm a softie).
I promised her I would post this story, because she has been begging me to make an appearance on the blog. I don't intend to be here often, because this is suppose to be a place for her to tell her side of the story (regardless of its bearing on reality).
But there it is.
My Best to everyone,