More on Marriage

While playing doubles with three other guys this morning, we took a break at the same time four women playing on the adjacent court did and they started talking about Gov. Sanford. One of the women hadn't heard about it so the other three were filling her in and they were all bashing him.

Their reactions were typical. All the women I've talked to and who commented on my last post on this subject were ready to toss him out on his ear, if not another part of his anatomy. And yet one woman is willinng to forgive him -- his wife. That's why I decided to come back to this topic I did a post on earlier.

In case you missed it, she emailed a statement saying, "The real issue is one of forgiveness. I am willing to forgive Mark for his actions. My forgiveness is essential for us both to move on with our lives, with peace, in whatever direction that may take u.''

"Mark showed a lack of judgment in his recent actions as governor. However, his far more egregious offenses were committed against God, the institutions of marriage and family, our boys and me. Mark has stated that his intent and determination is to save our marriage, and to make amends to the people of South Carolina. I hope he can make good on those intentions, and for the sake of our boys, I leave the door open to it...''

Her comments show we can never know what is going on in another marriage. Half the time we have trouble figuring out what is going on in our own.

Her comments also remind me of an Ann Landers comment back in the day when a woman would bash her husband and she'd say, "Are you better off with him or without him?''

I figure most of us wonder how she forgive the public humiliation of his soul mate line and comment that he'd try to fall back in love with her. But she seems willing to give it a chance. I guess we'll never understand it, but I am curious to see long term if they can stay together. Your thoughts?

And just want to wish everybody a happy 4th holiday and pass along two good cartoons from the New Yorker this week.

One shows the founding fathers eating ribs and the caption is, "Anachronism or not, it just ain't the Fourth without the ribs and Willie Nelson.''

And the the other shows a woman talking to her shrink and saying, "Oh, my husband's fine in bed as long as he stays on his side.''

Hope you smiled at those and enjoy the holiday weekend.

Training Lisa, Chapter 2

This is the second chapter of the Training Lisa series first published on PK's newbeginnngs site.
I hope you continue to enjoy the saga of Lisa, who is dominant in the boardroom and submissive in the bedroom. If you've already read the first six chapters, please be patient because there are more new chapters to come after the first six are reposted for new viewers. Enjoy.

Florida Dom

Training Lisa, part ll

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick Tock.
Lisa was waiting patiently for the hour to end so she could email Sir tell him that she was ready to go where he wanted to take her. She was now his. She had just experienced the most wonderful night of her life and she knew she wanted more of that. But Sir had told her that she had to wait at least an hour before telling him, "I will obey, Sir.'' Not that she needed to wait that long.

Even though she hadn't even see him yet because he kept her blindfolded during their first session, she knew he had unlocked something deep inside her that she had been trying to get out all these years. Ever since she was a teen-ager. But she never knew there was a man who could unlock those desires and let them out. She knew that even though she was dominant in the board room, she always wanted to be submissive in the bedroom and she had finally found the man of her dreams to take control of the rest of her life. She was ready to give herself to him and start an exciting journey. She tingled just thinking about it. She wanted him to be the HOH and she wanted to live a DD lifestyle

When Sir gave her that first spanking, she knew it wasn't a hard one because he only used his hand and he warned her that this was just a warmup and that if she wanted more sessions, she would feel searing pain from the welts that would make it difficult for her to sit down. But the spanking had sent a jolt right to her pussy. She knew she became wet immediately. And she wanted more even when he stopped.

And she could live with the fact he denied her an orgasm because he said she had to learn that it was not about her pleasure, it was about his pleasure. He was not one of those slam bam men who was content to finish before she was even warmed up. He knew how a lot of foreplay could leave a woman begging for more. He played with her body as if she were a rare violin. He kept sucking her nipples until they were sore. He ran his hand down her body, slowly running his hand in circles and he slowly ran his tongue up and down her slit until she almost couldn't bear it because she was almost desperate for a release. But part of Sir's training was to make her wait for pleasure on his timetable.

Each time he saw her getting close to orgasm he would stop and ask her how she was feeling. She almost couldn't answer. She would just moan and ask for more, beg for more, please, please, please. But he would just run circles around her tummy with his hand until she calmed down. Then he would start again, running his fingers over her clit and that would bring her back to the brink And then he'd stop again. Then he'd start again and pushed one, two and then three fingers into her slit and massaged her G spot and she thought she was going over the top. But then he quickly pulled out again and she was left gasping. The next time, she tried to disguise the fact that she was close, hoping she could slip over the top before he realized how close she was to an orgasm.. But he was too good at judging the signs that a woman was close to release and he kept teasing her. And all the time he made her keep her arms clasped behind her head so she couldn't touch him or herself. He would do all the touching. He was in charge. He was running the show. He told her he could tie her down, but if she kept her hands behind her head, he wouldn't need to. And he deliberately didn't want her to enjoy an orgasm or have sex on their first meeting. He wanted her to looking forward to more the next time. The way to train a woman was to show her that her pleasure depended on him.

She kept remembering and savoring every detail of the unforgettable evening like when she could hear him leave the room but she could see nothing behind her blindfold and he had told her not to speak unless she was asked a question so she waited in suspense. He quickly returned and she felt something being sprayed on her nipples and her freshly shaved pussy. It felt cold, but she didn't know what it was. It was whipped cream and he worked her back into a frenzy as he slowly licked it off. But again, he stopped when she was just at the brink. By this time she was exhausted and sweaty and he figured she had had enough. So it was time for him to enjoy his pleasure. He came between her tits and then rubbed his cum all over her chest and scooped up a bit of it and let him lick it off her fingers. This was her first taste of his cum, but it was a taste she was to become as familiar with as her orange juice in the morning.

As she came down off her high and gave up begging for a release because she knew she wasn't going to get one, he stayed long enough to tell her how much he had enjoyed the session and she showed the potential to be the woman he was looking for. He wanted a smart woman he could relate to. He liked the fact that she was a success in the business world. But he wanted a woman who would obey, a woman who, if she came on this journey with him, would always defer to him and his wishes. There would be no safe words. She would accept whatever he decided she needed. He might push her past what she thoughts her limits were, but he would always know what her real limits were. If at any time, if she decided she couldn't take it, she could say no and the relationship would be over. She had to have him on his terms or not at all.

She wanted to tell him she would accept his terms, but he had told her she couldn't talk unless she was asked a question. So she just listened and thought about how lucky she was. And he told her she couldn't say yes right now. She had to wait at least an hour to email him. He didn't want a rash decision while she was still on a high. He would give her up to a week to make a decision, but she had to wait at least an hour. He then prepared to leave and told her she had to stay on the bed for another 15 minutes until he rang her cell phone number. She could then get up and take off her blindfold. And before he left, he wanted to leave her something to remember him by. She could feel something on her tummy as if he were writing something on her. She wouldn't find out what it said until he left.

As she lay there waiting for the cell phone to ring, she knew she had never felt this way in her life. She was almost in a trance. She had never had an experience like this one. She felt like she had been given a drug and she wanted more. A lot more. Finally, the cell phone rang and she took off her blindfold and her legs were weak as she slowly got out of bed. She looked in the mirror and saw that he had written "Sir's Slut'' on her tummy. She was proud of that. And she saw the bite marks on her tits. They were like badges of honor to her. And there was even a bite mark on her neck. She hadn't had a hickey since she was in high school. She knew she was going to have to wear a scarf to work tomorrow.. And she saw the hair under her armpits, the only hair on her body below her eyebrows now that he had shaved her pussy. It was Sir's mark on her and she accepted it although she figured if would be awkward when she went to the beach in the summer.

After she had a cold shower, she dried off but was careful not to touch her pussy with her hand. Only with the towel. He was clear that she was not to touch herself without his permission, much less have an orgasm. After putting on her bathrobe, she went to the computer to do some surfing and wait for the hour to be over. Her right hand kept wandering inside her bathrobe because she wanted to touch her smooth, freshly shaved pussy and her wet slit, but she'd always catch herself just in time. She didn't want to disobey him.

As soon as the hour was up, she went a four word message, "I will obey, Sir.''

He wasn't surprised that she was so quick to send the message. He could tell she was a natural submissive, but she still needed to be trained. It would be an adjustment for her to switch back and forth between the board room and the bedroom. He didn't want to mix the two worlds. Oh, he would make her wear thongs to work to get used to having her cheeks bare at all times, but she could still be a dominant in the office. Many people who don't understand the DD dynamic don't realize that a woman can be a feminist and a submissive at the same time.

He then reminded her what he had told her in the bedroom that she must obey all the rules he set down and submit to his wishes and that she understood that they wouldn't interfere with her work in the boardroom. When she came home at night, all the rules would be suspended if she had any work to bring home. Or if she got any work-related calls. The rest of the time in her condo was his time. He asked her if she understand and she wrote back, "Yes!''

"Yes, what?'' he responded.

"Yes, Sir,'' she was quick to replay.

He warned her not to forget to use Sir in the future again or there would be consequences, but he would let it pass the first time because he hadn't stressed it. He then asked her if she was sitting on her bare butt on the sandpaper on the computer chair the way he had ordered her to.

She quickly realized her mistake. She was in such a state of euphoria that she had forgotten. She had plopped down on her computer chair in her bathrobe and forgot to sit on the sandpaper with her bare butt. She hesitated because she hated to tell Sir that she had not obeyed him. She knew that Sir wouldn't be happy.

"I'm waiting for an answer,'' he replied before she had a chance to tell him about her mistake.

She figured there was nothing to do but take her medicine and she told him that she was awfully sorry that she had simply forgotten but that it wouldn't happen again.

He was not amused. He figured it was time for her first lecture. He told her this wasn't a game. Submitting to him was going to be part of her life if she was to be a part of his life and she had to learn that she had to pay more attention to the rules. He wasn't going to tolerate her being careless because he was going to put more rules in place in the future. This was just the beginning. She had to pay attention and obey. Forgetting a rule wasn't an option. And he couldn't let this pass. There had to be a punishment to send her a message that he was serious about this. She would enjoy a lot of pleasure being with him, but she would learn that she was strict. Did she understand that?

"Yes, sir,'' she typed. She knew there was no point in making excuses. She had failed him and she deserved to be punished. She understood that. He told her he was now postponing the first date they were going to have in public in the next few days. First, she was to suffer her first punishment session. And she obviously still was not ready to see him. She wound be blindfolded during the entire session. He would pick her up and she would be waiting just inside the door blindfolded. He would take her by the arm and lead her to his car to take her to his place for the punishment session because he had many more implements there. This would be a major test for her to see if she was ready to continue their relationship after a punishment session. He was sure that she would be. He figured she was hooked after the sensuous play he had treated her to earlier in the evening. He told her that he would check his calendar to decide when the punishment session would be.

But first, she learned, there was going to be immediate punishment. She would punish herself. He told her to get a hairbrush and a ruler. She would bend over and deliver five blows to each cheek butt with the hairbrush as hard as she could swing. And then she was to add five swats to her pussy with the ruler. She was stunned by how harsh he was being and she wanted to beg for some mercy, but then she thought the better of it. She knew he was strict and there was
no point in begging.

She simply typed, "Yes, Sir,'' and went to get the hairbrush and the ruler.

She took a deep breath before she started. He told her to email a picture of her butt after she punished herself. He wanted to see some marks. She decided she would deliver all five on her right cheek as fast as she could to get it over quickly. But the first one stunned her. She didn't know how much a hairbrush could hurt. And this was punishment. There were no endorphins. It just hurt. But she had the satisfaction of knowing she was pleasing him. That's the only way she could stand the next four. And then she delivered the five to her to her other cheek. The pain seared her, but when she looked in the mirror, she could see marks. He would be happy. That's all that counted. She would endure the punishment for him.

But she still had to deliver the five to her tender pussy. She almost doubled over in pain as she delivered the blows but she again knew he would be pleased. That's the only way she could stand it. She had tears in her eyes when she went to the computer to send him the picture and tell her she had obeyed.

He was pleased. He knew that she had passed another test and this was a woman who could be trained to meet his desires. He told her to go to bed now but to remember not to touch herself. He even told her to tie her right wrist to the headboard of her bed so it didn't wander between her legs. She again did as she was told, but it took her a long time to fall asleep because she was so wet between her legs and desperately wanted a release. But she knew that she had to obey. She had to serve him.

And then she wondered what his punishment session would be like and how severe it would be.

As she drifted off to sleep, she knew she was just beginning a journey that she had been waiting for all of her life.

Cheating, sex and marriage

Have you been following the Gov. Sanford's "love story'' in South Carolina?

A politician who cheats has become old hat, but Sanford has added an extra dimension by sounding like a love sick teen-ager. First, there were the emails ("I love your tan lines, I love the curve of your hips, etc.) and then the astounding claim to the AP that the mistress was his soul mate but he was trying to fall back in love with his wife.

What's the reaction in blogger land to that comment? Wouldn't most women have already tossed him out on his ear? Or on some other part of his anatomy?

And could your marriage survive infidelity? The NY Times reported that 78 per cent of men and women whose spouses had affairs stayed married.

The feeling here is that a marriage can survive an affair, but it'd be difficult to overcome Sanford's "soul mate'' line.

And all this led the AP, known for being a very staid just the facts organization, to run a story with the headline, "What is Sex? Americans can't agree.''

It says a 1991 survey showed 37 per cent of women and 44 per cent of men considered oral sex sex.

In 1996, to a question is "oral sex real sex?'' 52 per cent of men said yes and 46 per cent of women said yes.

And remember getting to third base back in the day. The story quoted two Australian sex researchers as saying third base used to be "touching below the waist.'' Now it's oral sex.

One more interesting point is that divorce rates are going down according to a Penn researcher in the NY Times. In the 1970s, 23 per cent of men married 10 years divorced. In the 80s, it was down to 20 per cent and in the 1990s, it was down to 16 per cent. One theory is that because people marry later now, some relationships that would have led to divorce never get to the altar. And in an era when women bring home the bacon and men do housework, the story says "the relationship is less about dividing economic and domestic duties and more about shared interests and mutual happiness.'' One researcher said that, "it might be that those types of matches, people who are more kindred spirits are able to weather a small storm.''

My theory is that another factor is that some of the kids whose parents divorced in the 1970s didn't like it and now that they're married may be more willing to put more effort into sticking around.

Anyway, cheating, sex and marriage are always interesting topics. Your thoughts on them? And is there anyone out there willing to gave Sanford another chance. His wife, who is independently wealthy so she's not dependent on him, hasn't yet, as far as I know, weighed in on the soul mate line and his attempt to fall back in love with her.

What would you say to him?

Training Lisa, Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of my Training Lisa series about a young professional woman who is dominant in the boardroom and submissive in the bedroom. She finally finds her Sir on line who brings out her submissive side. I explored this topic because I think many women who are submissive in the bedroom are strong women in the rest of their lives.

It also tends to start off kind of slowly as I set the stage and gets into more BDSM in later chapters. The problem with writing for cyberspace is that readers have so many different tastes. So the readers who like BDSM may think it's too slow at the beginning while the ones who are into spankings but not BDSM may think it goes too far, but I hope all of you enjoy the story.

The first six chapters were previously published by PK on hew newbeginnings Fantasy Friday series until she urged me to start my own blog so they had their own home. For those of you who have read the first six, be patient because a seventh has already been written. When I wrote the first one, I never expected to write this many but I kept going because so many readers asked for more chapters. So I'd appreciate the input from the readers who are newcomers. Let me know your reaction to the stories.

And I hope you find them a good read.

Best to all, Florida Dom

Training Lisa

Chapter One

Crack! Crack! Crack!

As Lisa impatiently tapped her pen on the polished wooden conference table in the quiet board room, the sound crackled in the room and all the men in the room knew what it meant. Lisa was the only woman in the room, but she was calling the shots. She was only 30 years old, but she was on the fast track, running a division for a Fortune 500 company. She had an Ivy League MBA and she was ambitious and eager to climb the corporate ladder.

With her long blond hair and her tailored suits, the tall woman was an imposing figure in the board room both physically and mentally. She had a great figure, but the men in the board room were too intimidated to pay much attention to that. She didn't use her sex to get ahead. She was usually the smartest person in the room and she didn't suffer fools gladly.

When she tapped her pen, it was a sign that she didn't like the presentation she had just heard. She told the man who had just finished the presentation that she hoped he'd do better next time. Roger knew he'd be called into her office after the meeting and it wouldn't be pleasant.

Lisa knew she had to be tough with her subordinates to prove she could handle the job just like a man. She knew they often used the b-word behind her back and even called her the Cobra. That didn't bother her. She wasn't looking for their approval. She was looking for results. She wanted to keep moving up the corporate ladder and shatter the glass ceiling and was willing to pay any price to do it.

But one price was getting increasing difficult to pay.

When she shut the door of her luxury condo each night after a long day at the office, she felt unfulfilled. She knew she liked to be in command in the board room, but that wasn't what she wanted in the bedroom. It had taken her a long time to accept the fact that she wanted to be submissive in the bedroom, that she wanted to submit to a strong man who was an HOH and live a DD lifestyle.

She first started having fantasies about being spanked and being submissive when she was a teen-ager. She first tried to bury her feelings and then she started using her trusty vibrator to get off while savoring these fantasies. But trying to live them out in real life was no easy feat. She did some casual dating in college and fucked a few guys, but she never found the kind of strong man who could take control of her. And once she started out in the corporate world, she had little time and the pool of men who were available was shrinking rapidly. She couldn't date any of her subordinates and she didn't have many peers.

Lisa tried to find men online and even met a couple and while they were willing to spank her, it was just a game to them to get sex. They weren't serious about it and left her more unfulfilled and eager to get back to her vibrator.

She was about ready to give up until one night she read a want ad that seemed to be too good to be true. It said that he was an executive looking for a woman who was a tiger in the corporate world, but a lamb in the bedroom, who was dominant outside the bedroom and submissive in it, who was looking for a HOH who would teach her the DD lifestyle. The woman he wanted would be ready to obey and submit to spankings when the HOH deemed them necessary.

She could feel herself tingle as she read the message. One of her hands instinctively started to reach inside her pants until she realized she needed both hands to type and she knew she was going to respond to this message. Her hands started to fly on the keyboard as she quickly provided a profile of herself that the man who posted the ad had required. She told him how successful she was in the board room, but was looking for the right man who knew how to tame her and spank her. And then she hesitated before she hit the send button. She wondered if this was all a fantasy for her or whether he was the right one and whether she was ready for it. But she decided she had to find out. She exhaled and hit the send button. And waited. And waited. There was no response. She was frustrated and she started to go through some work documents, but kept going back to her email. Finally, after a couple of hours, there was response. She quickly opened it up and it only said that her application had been received and an answer would be forthcoming in a day or two.

Application? That sounded kind of cold, but she figured she'd have to be patient. What she didn't know that the man who wrote the email was a CEO of his own company, just the kind of person Lisa was looking for. And Lisa was the type of person he was looking for. He had met a few women who liked to be spanked, but you can't spend all your time in the bedroom and he hadn't found an intellectual equal. Lisa looked like the kind of woman he was looking for. But he also knew the way to control a submissive was not to act too eager. To make her wait and let the anticipation build.

Lisa didn't know any of this. All she knew was that she was excited about the possibilities and had she had trouble sleeping that night. Even her vibrator couldn't satisfy her. And she had a long day at work the next day. She was distracted and had to force herself to keep focused on her work. All she could think about was getting home and checking her home email account. But when she finally got home and raced to her computer to turn it on, she was disappointed. There was no reply. That meant another long night at home as she again had trouble keeping her mind off him and kept checking her email every 15 minutes. She tried watching TV but couldn't concentrate and went to bed. She was tired but again, she tossed and turned and didn't find much relief in her vibrator.

She had another long day at work as she fought to concentrate and she raced home and again turned on her computer. Again, there was only frustration. There was no response. So she spent another evening checking her email every 15 minutes even though she kept telling herself to stop doing it. Finally, about 10 p.m. came the response. She was thrilled with it. He said that they seemed to have enough in common to start a relationship. But first she would have to prove she was serious by following his rules. If she wanted to give it a try, she only had to send a four word reply - I will obey, Sir. Again, she quickly typed it out and then hesitated before she hit the send but button. She knew this was another step forward to what she wasn't sure, but she wanted to take that step. She felt another tingle when she took that step. He quickly replied that
she would get her first set of rules tomorrow night. Again, she was disappointed that he didn't tell her immediately, but she got explosive relief from her vibrator and she slept soundly. She knew she was about to get a taste of what she had wanted all those years.

She again had trouble concentrating at work and was eager to get home and find out what her first set of rules were to follow. But when she got home, she was again disappointed. He hadn't sent them. She didn't know that making her wait was a part of his gaining the control in the relationship. Finally, about 10 p.m., she got her first three rules. She wasn't allowed to touch herself or orgasm unless she text him and asked permission and if it was denied, she was to obey. He was now in charge of her pleasure. She also was only allowed to shave her legs. She couldn't shave under her arms and couldn't shave her bottom. He would now be in charge of shaving her bottom and her unshaved arms were his mark on her, a sign of her submission. And third, she had to put a piece of sandpaper on her computer chair and sit on it with a bare butt when she was on the computer. This was the first step in toughening her butt for the spankings to come.

She was thrilled that she now had rules to follow. She knew it would be difficult to have to ask permission to use her vibrator but figured that was the price she had to pay for what she wanted. And she could live with not shaving. She only trimmed her bottom to wear bikinis and if he didn't want her to shave under her arms, she figured it would be a constant reminder that he was in charge. In fact, each day before she got in the shower and saw the hair start to grow, it was a turn on for her knowing she was doing it for Him. And while the sandpaper on her butt was uncomfortable, it was another thing he was doing for Him.

Meanwhile, he continued to take it slow. He wanted her to be eager for him. He would usually allow her permission to orgasm, but kept her off balance by denying it at times. Those were long nights for her because she was so needy, but it was another thing she was doing for Him. He traded emails with her for about a week before he allowed her to talk to him on the phone for the first time. That was a thrill for her because he had such a commanding voice. And he rewarded her with a shattering orgasm at the end of each call, which made her more eager for the next one.

Finally, he was ready for the next step - their first meeting and her first spanking. But he said there would be guidelines. He said he would come to her condo and that she would be blindfolded the whole time. He said some women found the fantasy of spanking better than the real thing. After she had one and if she decided she wanted to continue, she would see him on their second visit which would include going out to dinner. He said she could make as many safe calls as she wanted during the session to assure her safety but those were the ground rules. She had gone too far to back out now. She quickly agreed. He told her she would wear a blouse and skirt but no panties or bra. When he knocked on the door and she recognized his voice, she would unlock the door and go to the dining room chair where she would have left out wine, cheese and crackers. She would then lift her skirt up and place her bare bottom on a piece of sandpaper, put on her blindfold and wait for him.

After a few minutes, he opened the door and went to her dining room where she waited. She recognized his voice and quickly fell into an animated conversation. He fed her wine and some cheese and crackers but all she could think of was what was to come - her first spanking. Again, he didn't rush things. After about an hour, he quietly asked her, "Are you ready.'' She quickly answered,” Yes, Sir.''

He got up and grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet and walked her to the sofa. He sat on downs and then pulled her over his knees. He flipped up her skirt and didn't have to worry about her panties because she obeyed and didn't wear them. Her butt was perfect for spanking, nice and round. But he again made her wait as he slowly rubbed her bottom while she almost started to pant because she was so excited about getting her first spanking. When he whacked her for the first time, it almost took her breath away. It felt so good and she had waited so long for it. And then as he started increasing the blows, she felt the pain, but she loved it. And he didn't hit her too hard because it was her first one. He wanted her to get used to the sensation. Finally, as her butt started to get pink, he stopped and she exhaled. He then rubbed her as she savored it.

He then got her up and walked her to the bedroom and laid her down on her back and told her to hold her hands together behind her head. It was time for her first shaving by a man. He put a towel under her and first used a scissors to clip most of her hair and then spread on the shaving cream and started slowly shaving her. She loved the sensation as he moved the razor up and down and she knew she was becoming very smooth and yummy. After he finished, he rubbed a warm towel over her and she felt completely smooth for the first time. After fingering her, he went down on her with his tongue. She kept lifting up her butt trying to get him to go deeper but he'd only retreat until she calmed down and then he'd do it again. He then told her there was going to be no sex tonight. He was just giving her a taste this first time. If she wanted to continue, she'd have to tell him she wanted there to be a next time. She exclaimed, "Yes, yes, please,'' but he said this wasn't to be decided in a moment of passion. She was to stay on the bed for 15 minutes until after he left. And then she had to wait for another hour before she messaged him. If she wanted a next time, she would message him once again, "I will obey, Sir.''

He then left her panting on the bed and told her that she was not allowed her to bring herself to orgasm after she gave him her answer. He then quietly left and locked the door behind him. She heard the click but still didn't know what he looked like. After about 15 minutes, she took off the blindfold and took a cold shower to calm down. And then she had to wait for an hour to send her
answer.

She didn't have to wait that long to decide on her answer. She knew what it was going to be. She knew her fingers would be typing, "I will obey, Sir.''

VIBRATORS

Now there's a title to get your attention.

The reason I'm writing about vibrators is that the New York Times did almost a half-page story on them Sunday. If you want to read the whole story, go to nytimes.com and type in vibrators. Anyway, they say they're as "common an appliance in American households as the coffee maker or toaster over.''

For those of you who don't want to read the whole story, here's some stats:
Of Boomer women 45 to 60, 46.3 per cent reported using a vibrator as some point in their lives. Of the 23 to 44 crowd, it's 59.5, and just 32.7 for the 18 to 22 year old types. Maybe these women aren't as liberated as us old dudes think they are.

For men, it's 45.2 percent ages 45-60, 51.5 percent for 23-44 and 15.5 for 18 to 22.

And even in bad economic times, vibrator sales were up 20 per cent last year. Well, if you have more free time...hey, you get the drift.

There's also something called Pure Romance, which sells sex toys to women in their living rooms to women aged 18 to 75.

Hey, they finally mentioned the over 60 crowd. As a member in good standing of that demographic, I don't want to be ignored.

Also, the Journal of Sexual Medicine reports that 39 per cent of middle aged women used a vibrator for masturbation (they didn't mention what other uses might be), compared to 53 per cent for the 23 to 44 group and 30 for the 18 to 22 age group. And the more educated you are, the more likely you are to use one. I must have missed that class! LOL.

WELCOME

Hello:

If you've come over from PK's great site to read my stories, I want to welcome you to following me over here.. If you're new to this site, I wrote six chapters of the Training Lisa series on PK's site and I'll repost them here for new readers and then I'll start adding new chapters. PK has urged me to start a blog for some time now so I've decided to take the plunge.

And for all you lurkers out there (yes, I was one, too, at one point so I understand), I'll be inteested in getting your feedback. Don't be shy in letting me hear from you. I'm going welcome all comments and look forward to your input.

Florida Dom