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Mary and Daphne #124

So about that play date …

Actually, before we even get into that, let’s just reflect on my general saintliness in tolerating the whole mess Mary created when she decided to introduce diapers into our relationship. Let’s just … let’s just remember that because I know how the mists of time can obscure things, so let’s just remember that this was her doing and I should be canonized and unanimously elected to the Submissive Hall of Fame for going along with it. Okay? Great. Good...

Mary and Daphne #123

“There you are,” Mary said from the doorway to our bedroom.

“Here I am.”

“I wrap up my workday and I expect my little woman to be making me dinner,” she said as she sat down on the bed next to me. I’d been laying there for two hours napping and reading my phone and napping some more. I didn’t feel terrible, just some cramps and feeling sleepy.

“Shut up,” I said and rolled toward her. She put her hand on my cheek and bent forward to put her lips to my fore...

Mary and Daphne #122

I am so many kinds of fun it’s not even funny, and I should get some credit for that the next time someone accuses me of being a grumpy goose. I mean, I play along on all kinds of stuff, so people should play along with me. For goodness’s sake, it was a play date! We’ll get to that, but first …

Who wanted to have a play date? Jane. I was very happy to have Jane over, and it’s not like she sprung it on me. She texted and said, “Can we have a play date?”

I texted back,...

Mary and Daphne #121

I do NOT have an attitude … anymore. I’m not the kind of person to find themselves in a funk for no reason (um, really), but sometimes maybe as in yes, I do. Though to be fair to me, because someone needs to be, Mary did come within ten feet of me.

When she did that inconsiderate thing to me, I didn’t get up and leave the room in a huff. That’s just not true. I’m not that unhinged when I’m not in one of those bad moods that appear for no reason that I don’t get. And I wasn...

Mary and Daphne #120

I wish I were one of the people who dressed for the season rather than the weather. They always look so stylish. September happens, and they just pretend it’s not still hot outside even though it stays hot outside here until almost November. If I tried wearing jeans in this weather, I’d pass out.

“Anything you like,” Nana asked me as we window shopped.

“Yeah, but nothing I need.” And yes, I got Mary’s permission to spend more than a hundred dollars on this shopping t...

Mary and Daphne #119

Well excuse me for trying to make our home prettier … sort of.

“Daffy,” Mary called to me from our living room. I came out of our bedroom freshly dressed and looking lovely. Ya know how some days you just feel pretty? Well, dammit, I felt pretty and had a little case of twinkle toes because it made me silly happy inside.

“Yes, my love,” I called back to her as I came down the stairs.

“What is this,” she asked, referencing an objet d’art on our bookca...

Mary and Daphne #118

The picnic was my idea. Specifically, having a picnic and to make turkey sandwiches for it. Also, the array of sides and the dessert. The activities surrounding the picnic were Mary’s idea. I informed Mary of the menu (and that I was taking her on a picnic, when she asked me why I was telling her I got potato salad because I forgot to say the picnic part first) well in advance of the event, whereas Miss Mary I’m So Funny (which she is not!) sneak attacked me. When I say she’s a ninja I ...

Mary and Daphne #117

I think Mary’s plan is to keep me always a little miffed and always a lot in love with her. She likes it when I’m twitterpated and conflicted and all squirmy. How weird. She’s weird. That’s what she is.

I couldn’t help but notice as she was getting dressed for her work gathering that she was gradually getting hotter in a way that’s different from her everyday hotness. She was wearing a going-out dress. The last time she wore a dress for going out was New Year’s Eve, when w...

Mary and Daphne #116

“I know what you’re doing,” I told Mary because I knew what she was doing and wanted her to know I knew what she was doing. And she knew I knew and that I wanted her to know, and I knew that wouldn’t change her mind. A lot of knowing glances passed between us.

“I know you don’t want to go,” she said like I didn’t know what she was really up to. “If I’m wrong, you’re welcome to come.”

Mary, or really Mary’s company, had decided it was time for people to gl...

Mary and Daphne #115

I’m not saying I’m great. I’m just saying that my chroniclers will one day write, “Whatsoever she did, she did with utmost grace and surety, as though the apotheosis of womankind.” Surely beauty, munificence, and pleasure should follow one such as me all the days of my life, and my word shall be as infallible as that of a pope on his throne (though I’m not on speaking terms with the papacy right now now, and he knows why). This, by way of scene setting …

“I will too!”<...

Mary and Daphne #114

Mary talks me into stuff. She’s very good at it. I talk myself into stuff, like that time I talked myself into asking for a domestic discipline lifestyle relationship and handed over the reins to Mary. Not literal reins, of course, because that’s not one of our kinks. We did try it once and … well, anyway, the point is Mary talks me into stuff, and I only enjoy most of it. That leaves some stuff I don’t like and some stuff I have mixed feelings about. That’s me, little ol’ Captain...

Mary and Daphne #113

Mary and I had words after I got back from Nana’s, and “got back” is how I’m describing it even though she’d describe it as getting picked up. Specifically picked up by her, knocking on the door and cheerfully asking, “Ready to go home,” when Nana let her in. I have knock-and-enter privileges, whereas Mary still feels she has to be let in. I guess that’s one of the ways our respective relationships with Nana are different, the other major difference being Mary sees Nana as a p...

Mary and Daphne #112

SMACK! “I’m not interested in the opinion of little girls with spanked butts and wet tushes.” Thus spake Zarathustra. Or Mary. Mary said it. It was a rather mean thing to say, if you ask me, and I did ask me and I think it was a rather mean thing to say even if she was being super sweet about it and mostly teasing.

“But I don’t wanna, Marrrry.”

“O my goodness, you is a whiny butt today.”

“If you baby talk at me one more time …”

“What? What’ll ...

Mary and Daphne #111

“Hi, Nana,” I said with a voice one might characterize as purposefully mopey as I was in search of sympathy and went outside specifically hoping she would be in her yard doing nana stuff.

“Hi, Daffy. You don’t sound as cheerful as you did yesterday.”

“Can I come over?”

“Mhmm.” And through the fence I went. Or the gate in the fence. It would be a good trick to go through the fence, not that I’m gonna go down the rabbit hole of how cool it would be if I wer...

Mary and Daphne #110

“Can I tell you a secret,” my Mary asked me. We’d made it out to the island, which we had all to ourselves courtesy of it being an ungodly hour just before dawn. You gotta watch the sunrise sometimes; you’ll regret it if you don’t.

“You can tell me anything,” I said from my customary position bare bottom across Mary’s lap.

“I don’t wanna go home today,” Mary said.

“Me neither.”

“But we have to.”

“I know.”

“Back to normal ...

Mary and Daphne #109

Ya know how excited people get when they fit into something from their high school years? Well, I fit into something from my preschool years. Glass half full? Of course, I never did like being so petite. I’m not abnormally short. I’m just short. And I wish stores wouldn’t have such high shelves. And the rest of me is proportional. So I fit – barely – into those stupid swim diapers.

Could that be the end of it? No, because I married Miss Mary ‘I’ma Poke This Bear For As Lon...

Mary and Daphne #108

I’m okay. Really. I just had a bad dream that something happened to Mary. It’s totally reasonable after such a dream that I’d roll over and koala her whole body so tight that when we woke up she’d say, “Aww, look who thinks she’s big enough to be the big spoon.”

“Am too,” I sleepily squeaked cuz I wasn’t done sleeping yep.

“If you squeeze me so tight, I can’t roll over and give you a good morning kiss.” Sigh … I’m so put upon. I let her go and she smo...

Mary and Daphne #107

“Ow,” I squeaked as I eased my butt down onto one of our nice new patio chairs. Been quite a week. Did I ever mention Mary is mean? Cuz she is. She is just mean. In wonderful ways that are part of why I adore her and everything, but maintenance spankings aren’t supposed to be the same as punishment spankings. She asked me how I knew that since until this week I’ve never gotten maintenance spankings, and when I told her I looked it up, she accused me of reading inappropriate materials....

Mary and Daphne #106

Oscar Wilde said, “There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” Not that I ever read Oscar Wilde, but Frasier Crane did, and I binged a lot of Frasier over the course of the pandemic.

Just one week to go until we’re fully vaccinated, and Mary decided I could use some help reintegrating into polite society. Me personally, I don’t know anyone from polite society, but Mary says that’s what we used to belong to bef...

Mary and Daphne #105

Of the two of us, we had assumed that if one of us was going to have nasty side effects from our shots, it would be me. But nope; Mary did. Nothing major, though. She just felt like she had the flu for a couple days.

I think it’s a domme thing, being sick and vulnerable and then, when she’s better, feeling like she needs to make up for it to prove she’s still in charge. Like the way she gets so frisky after she’s had a migraine.

“Daffy,” she said to me from her sick be...

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Mary and Daphne #104

Before you judge me, please understand I was just trying an experiment, sorta to prove a point. See, if Mary was gonna simulate me ... doing that thing, I was curious if what she was really doing was trying to ease me into doing it for real. She has given me plenty of reasons to be suspicious, like making me wear junior miss panties for years and then trying out pullups on me on her way to diapers. If she wants me to trust her implicitly – which I do because she is my Sun Queen – then she...

Mary and Daphne #103

I didn’t do anything. Let’s just lay that fact out there, and let’s keep it in mind for the duration of the tale I’m about to relate to you, for it is fanciful and strange and nothing that follows will seem wondrous or even make sense if you don’t remember that Marley was dead to begin with and that I didn’t do anything.

In fact, I was a very good girl. My arm was sore after my shot, but I felt fine otherwise. Mary did not feel fine, and I played nursemaid very attentively. ...

Mary And Daphne #102

I was really not liking my brain that day. Or actually, not my brain. My brain and I are on the same side. We’ll blame my heart. I myself am more than the sum of my parts, so I’ll be blameless while one of my parts takes the wrap.

The problem is for some inexplicable reason that I’ve been trying to explicate to myself since the day before is that while Mary is not my mommy, I felt this unwelcome desire to do something special for her on Mother’s Day. I don’t even like Mother�...

Mary and Daphne #101

Mary is sweet as sugar candy, maybe even almost as sweet as me, and I’ve been described sometimes as being cloying and treacly what with my tendency to cling to partners like a koala to a tree. And that’s fine and dandy for Mary to be sweet as sugar candy. She’s very attentive when she’s feeling that way. Ever since our little (pretty big) talk, the phrase do you need anything has been coming outta her mouth pretty much any time she’s nearby. And the answer to that question...

Mary and Daphne #100

Mary stopped mid-step and looked up at me, obviously surprised. I could see the blush rising in her cheeks (so I know she has at least some sense of shame). It’d been a long while since I hit the red light button. We had a moment when we just looked at each other, that kind of awkwardness the well-read call chagrined.

“What do you need from me right now,” Mary asked after a beat. I started walking down the stairs.

“Just listen to me,” I said when I got to her. I kept goi...

Mary and Daphne #99

I am not a little girl.

I got good grades in high school. I played sports and was good at some of them. I had friends. I got good grades in college. I had friends there, too. I had girlfriends. I walked all by my lonesome into the kink scene where people like me have great big targets on our backs for every creep and user and abuser out there.

I started a career. I worked for ten years. I was good at it. I took a lot of shit, and I was still good at it.

My whole life, people...

Mary and Daphne #98

Assholes! Assholes assholes assholes! And butt faces.

I went inside, washed my hands, dried my hands, and threw the dish towel back on the counter because I am fierce. Or just pissed off. And to compound my crappy morning, I knocked a glass on the floor. Mary almost instantly appeared.

“You okay? What happened,” she asked me.

“I’m fine. I knocked a glass off the counter.” She walked over to me and, not kidding, picked me up. “Mary!”

“You’re wearing sa...

Mary and Daphne #97

Mary and I haven’t exactly gotten along today, and that’s never what you want on Easter. The problem is that I am indisputably right, and I wish Mary would stop disputing me. It began between the shower and zoom church, when Mary got an Easter “outfit” ready for me.

“Mary, I’d rather not,” I said very politely. I’m very polite, in case you haven’t noticed (and shame on you because I’m told I’m very noticeable in a look-at-that-dork way).

“O, c’mon. It has...

Mary and Daphne #96

Mary was so on my shit list today. I mean, how was I the one in trouble? I was the wronged party! She … urgh! Dammit! I was not a happy camper.

“Mary, please,” I asked for the bajillionth time.

“Sorry, Daff, I just can’t see what’s bothering you so much.”

“You can too!”

“Why don’t you go play outside?”

And you better believe I stomped every step of the way outside.

So what happened? Well, as usual, it began with Mary and her wanderin...