Happy Thanksgiving!

I want to post a few things for which I am thankful for this year.  It has been quite eventful one for me.  I have had my baby girl Diana this year.  I found my slave cheryl as well.  Last and certainly not least the founding of my company.

My homage to the people for whom my life would be meaningless.

First, I'm thankful for chrissy who has enabled me to become a fully realized woman. I still love to see your expression when I tell you that I'm going to stay out overnight with another man. I appreciate the care you take with my body in preparation for me to give it over to another man. I love the feel of your tongue when I come home filled with His love while I tell you how it all got there. I hope to have this fun for many decades to come. But I also deeply appreciate the friendship we have, how we have weathered financial troubles together, how we have raised my daughters and the love you have for them even though they're not yours. Your laugh is contagious, your wit is as sharp and ready as ever, and your intellect is wondrous as always. The gods blessed me when they showed you to me!

To my girls Becky, Jenny and Diana. The depths of my love and admiration of them deepens with each passing year, month, and moment. I see the wonderment of learning new things in their faces each day. I see their love for each other, for daddy, for cheryl, and for me grow stronger. I see their personalities uniquely develop as they experience the world through the lenses of their own interactions with it, and I'll say that the world will know and respect them.

To my cheryl who has embraced my family as if her own. Though we've only known her this year, it seems as though she has always been with us. Her patience with my uppity clients is a marvel. The way she explains to Becky and Jenny why she loves and worships me in a way that they understand. Watching her hold Diana to her breast and her obvious love for her as tears run from her eyes. Her constant smile and her quick and cute school girl giggle. The way she takes the flogger and crop, the excitement of her obeying me when I tell her to strip or to go under the table. The way she holds me at night, or the way she curls up in her cage with a smile on her face and almost purring in contentment.

For my brilliant employees who make me look real good. Together we'll be the fastest growing consulting firm in this area at least if not the East. The big boys will sit up and take notice of us, and our work will really pay off then.

Finally, to you my friends. It's a joy to share some of my life with you all. Despite the slings and arrows you have stood by me and proven your mettle and for that I am extremely grateful.

Thank you all, and have a safe and happy Thanksgiving festival!!

Love,
Amy
xoxo

The BabyCenter.Com and Swimming with Sharks

Several months ago, I was pregnant with my girl Diana.  While I was rummaging the Internet, I ran across a website called BabyCenter.com.  I thought I’d take a look at it as it had been a number of years since I had a baby – seven to be exact.  Maybe they learned something about birthing and raising children that had never been known of in the 2.5 Million years of human existence.  Who knows?  Maybe they found a new way to breast feed? 

As I searched through the site, I found the groups.  Birth groups mostly, but as I looked at people’s profiles, I realized that there were other types of groups out there, too.  So I signed up for them.  Groups with names like “Confessions of a Naughty Mom”, or “Momma’s in Alternate Lifestyles”.  So I signed up for some of them.  I know a thing or two about sex.  I’m always willing to learn new things, and, in exchange, teach a few things too.

My first foray as Amy32Mom was going great until I ran into some little bitties who didn’t agree with my lifestyle, so they attacked me by sending nasty emails.  Very unchristian-like for religious types.  So I backed off of BBC for  a few months.  I had my little one to keep me busy anyway.  Not to mention 2 other daughters, a business, a husband and a slave.  Keeps me busy.

I found, though, that I missed talking to the ladies there.  So I re-established myself, this time as Amy_Pond, and began getting back involved.  All the usual ladies were there.  They were having some wild times and happily writing about it in the groups.  Well, it was wild to them, not so much to me, but when you were raised vanilla, lived your live vanilla, lost your virginity to your high school sweetheart whom you then married and have 2.3 kids with, kissing another woman is out there!  And I’m really happy they did kiss that woman.

Long story short, I started to relate some of the things that I’ve done with women, men, my cucky chrissy, and probably entirely too many other things.  I also enjoyed the exposure thoroughly.  The ladies saw the proverbial bad girl in me, and while they may not have wanted to be me, they wanted to do some of the things that they saw me doing.  They expressed a desire to do some things, but they were afraid to try.  I told them that the basis upon which any relationship is build, specially a Domme/sub one, is trust.  Does the sub trust the Domme to subject themselves to her pain without permanently harming, be that pain physical or emotional.

A remarkable thing happened.  Some of them began to explore with their husbands.  And their husbands ate it up!  This woman who is the mother of my children is a sexual person!  Some ladies said that they thought that they were doomed to once a month sex if that.  Their desire, or their husband’s desire, had dried up and gone away.  The scary thing is they’re in their 20’s.  That’s not right!

Some tried bits and pieces of what I talked about.  Some became assertive with their husbands.  Some became submissive.  They talked to their husbands and found out that they had fantasies, too.  That some of them were similar or the same as theirs.  And so they began the process of exploration.

The problem was that I went too far.  The BabyCenter.com, which is managed by little old ladies in knee length wool dresses, heavily girdled with petticoats and who knows what all else, who have never seen their husband’s cock and only fucked the one time; their virginal wedding night and beget their only child that one time they did it, finally had it with me.  So they literally purged me.  Everything related to me.  All the posts I made, comments I made, gone.  It was like the Soviet or Chinese purges you read about in history books.  One moment Vladimir was sitting there in his cubicle, then he went to the bathroom and was never heard from again.  It’s weird when it happens to you.

I came back again, this time as Hello_Sweetie.  I found out that not only was I purged, but they were closing one of the groups that I belonged to called “Confessions of a Naughty Mom.”  So what would you suppose would be posted in a group named that?  How to keep your baby’s butt dry?  ‘Yes, I confess I use talcum powder to keep little junior's butt dry.’  Yeah, that would be riveting!

No, they were talking sex *GASP!*  Women talking SEX!?!?  It was a public forum, to boot!  Anyone could join in and often did.  The discussions were lively and fun.  Then the word came that they were closing the group down.  No reason given as to why they were taking this action, other than it was "too adult."  I guess that means women not acting like Puritans.  Well, quiet women never make history. 

What follows is my last post on BBC, which is what everyone there calls BabyCenter.  To me, and any swinger or cuckoldress, that's shorthand for a Big Black Cock.  Anyway, here's my last post on BabyCenter.  I think it's worth preserving.

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Swimming With Sharks

I want to take a moment to precisely say why I'm upset with the closing of Confessions. I am not upset one wit about what I wrote, because I believe that I put maybe a few toes over the edge in some, maybe a lot, in my postings. No, I'm not upset with what I wrote at all.

I'm supremely upset that because of what I wrote, Confessions will be silenced. Because of what I wrote, some couples will not try to rekindle what they had because they're afraid of what their spouse will think of them.

I've said numerous times that I'm an attention whore. I love the notoriety, I'll plainly admit to that. There's more to it than that, though. It's also showing (or trying to show) that it's OK to be maybe a little out there. The water's just fine, thank you very much. And you don't become anything less than what we all are - mothers, wives, lovers.

It's like what happened with me a few years ago when I went with a lover to the Caribbean on holiday.

He was a professional diver, so I went to class to earn my diving certificate. After I was certified, we went "swimming with the sharks" for which you pay good money to tempt huge sharks with hundreds of razor sharp teeth to eat you, and I mean that in a very non-sexual way.

To attract the sharks, the operators "chum" the water with a disgusting mix of chopped up fish. No single hunk much more than a few inches long.

Professional diver that he is, he dons his wetsuit, puts on his tank and goggles and back flips over the side, right next to the chum slick.

These sharks were HUGE! Primal beasts that think of only two things, procreation and feeding, and more feeding than procreating. The operators also had hunks of meat that they would put over the stern of the boat, and the sharks made the water boil in a frenzy trying to get at and eat the hunks of meat. And my lover is in the water with them!!! I have GOT to pick better lovers!

Fortunately for chicken swimmers like me, the operators have a shark cage, so I can get in the water and still be protected. So I get in.

I thought the sharks were huge when I was on the boat. No. These things weren't huge. They were FREAKIN' GINORMOUS!!! With A MILLION serrated razor sharp teeth in both of their jaws strong enough to crush you. The thrashing that they do in the water, ripping hunks of meat off of the bait was almost effortless. Yet there is my lover with a fish in his hand FEEDING THEM!!! BY HAND!!!

Definitely have to rethink him! The sharks would swim around the cage, bumping into it and looking like they wanted to, and would have if given the chance, get inside an be with us. I was practically wetting myself! What the FUCK was I thinking when I agreed to this!!!

After a few moments though (about a half tank of air because I was hyperventilating) I calmed down when I realized that the sharks couldn't get in. I also saw my lover feed the sharks. I saw how graceful the sharks swam and how effortless it was for them to cruise along in the water until there was an opportunity. Then with a powerful swipe of the tail, they disappeared.

Every once in awhile, my bf would have to push a too curious shark away with his hand on the sharks snout, mere inches from those deadly teeth. My gods it was exciting to watch how calmly he handled them!

When we were back on board I wanted so badly to rape him it wasn't even funny! It was one of the most exciting things I've done. I felt so alive then. Every fibre of my being was tingling. I could feel every micron of my skin where it touched the wetsuit. I had been in the water with SHARKS!

Would I do that again? Oh hell yes!!! To feel the excitement again would be a true thrill. But I also know that the next time, I'd want to be outside of the safety of the cage and really be WITH the sharks preferably with one of those chain mail suits one of the other guests had on, but still... To feel the adrenaline and the natural high I experienced from before? Oh, yum!!!

Because of BBC's archaic stance in their treatment of all of us women, and trying to accommodate the lowest of the common denominators (ie the prudes of the board), I cannot be my lover in the shark story above. Worst of all, you, all of you, cannot be me in the shark cage. And some of you cannot be the guests in the chain mail suit. You won't see the possibilities of various lifestyles. You may not be able to ask questions of a "professional diver" in the seas of BDSM. You may not feel emboldened as I am to swim outside of your comfortable cage. To swim free with the sharks, even if only for a moment. To try a new position. To try to Top your husband. To try...

And THAT is why I'm profoundly sorry to lose Confessions. THAT is why I'm sorry to see edgy posts get deleted. THAT is why I really dislike BBC's policy of not allowing adults to be - adults.