Both Ray and Debbie need to figure out their situation and what works best for them, but at the same time they should be able to be respectful to each other. Debbie's default to expressing disappointment seems to come out in anger and abuse when it's aimed at Ray. Hopefully Margaret can help with this.
But whatever, if that's what Ray is happy with - No problem.
My most recent blog posts in (Life With Debbie) explain a lot, but I felt that some more information should be made available.
Debbie’s recent actions mirror the actions she learned from her mother, the one that raised her. Debbie’s mother has always been very critical of others and has exceptionally high standards of others and gets angry quickly if things don’t go her way. And that has been how Debbie has acted lately.
Debbie moved all of Davison’s stuff into their room. Davison has agreed that he likes being able to be the Man of the house. And Debbie bought a cat-o-nine tails and a wooden paddle, to use on me. Debbie and I talked about our fantasies and desires and I expressed a desire to be paddled. She thought the flogging would be fun as well. And Davison thought that me wearing a male chastity device would add to the fun.
So, not to make this a much longer story, Debbie used the paddle on me. She found that paddling me make her feel good, and she was able to punish me for everything that I had done wrong since the day we met. Not being an experienced paddler or flogger, Debbie paddled my buttocks and thighs to the point that I got welts. Then Debbie used the Cat-o-nine tails on me, ruthlessly. Debbie would have continued thrashing me until she couldn’t anymore if Davison hadn’t stopped her. I liked the pain, and I liked it most because Debbie was able to get out all of the pent up anger she had built up inside of her since before we met.
I hoped that Debbie paddling me and flogging me would bring out all that she had kept inside of her from her growing up, through both of her marriages and anything else that she may have pushed deep within herself. Davison was able to calm Debbie down enough to help her put the chastity device on me. After Debbie had the device on me she handed Davison the only key, and he told me he was thinking of just throwing it away. Debbie told Davison she would do it if he didn’t. Debbie then slapped me hard enough that I lost my balance. She then told me that I had that coming. I agreed. Davison asked Debbie what I had done to deserve such a hard slap. Debbie informed Davison that it was for all the times I told her I didn’t know, about anything. This happened Monday night, after I had gone to see Margaret.
Once Debbie had paddled me and flogged me and had put the chastity device on me, she told Davison she wanted to use her biggest dildo on me, and she did. Debbie used very little lube and used the dildo on me as if it were a jack hammer. Debbie even stood behind me and used her hips pretending that the dildo was her cock. Eventually Debbie felt I’d had enough and told me that she and Davison were going to go to bed and that I wasn’t allowed to watch. Debbie added that if she saw me or heard me in the hallway that she would get up and bitch slap me. I smiled and told Debbie that I loved her and thanked her for loving me the way that she had.
It is not my desire for Debbie and I to live a D/s lifestyle, but, rather, for her to find happiness. Davison knows what makes Debbie happy physically, even to a spiritual level. And I was right in thinking that if Debbie “abused” me, physically, that it would open communication between her and I. I do like a little pain, and I have a very high pain tolerance. Debbie told me this morning that she wants to keep the thrashing as part of our everyday activities together. Debbie likes how she feels when she thrashes me and how she feels after she thrashes me. And I know that by being her, as she has started calling me, her “whipping boy,” that I am helping Debbie get over her past, or at least feel that she has had her revenge on those who have hurt her in her past. Debbie told me that thrashing me even got her excited, and that Davison loved that. I agreed that I thought that was a good thing.
Davison called me today to ask how I was doing. I asked why he asked and he told me that he thought that how rough Debbie had thrashed me was more than he’d be able to take. And he was concerned because he saw the welts that Debbie put on my buttocks and thighs. I told Davison I was okay and I appreciated his concern. Davison told me that Debbie and I have a strange relationship, but he is very happy with the part he is able to playin it. I told Davison that I wanted him to know that I was willing to do what ever would keep him happy and wanting to stay with us. Davison told me that he liked that Debbie is a sexual as she is, and that she wants him as bad a s she does. Davison told me that most of the women he’d been with in the past told him that he was too big and that they were no where near as open as Debbie is. I told Davison that Debbie is a very special person. Davison agreed and told me that he didn’t want anyone to get hurt because he was living with us. I told Davison that he was doing more good than he might think.
Davison then asked me how the chastity device was feeling. I told Davison that it was comfortable. Davison told me that he tought it was going to be too small for me, but admitted that he wasn't surprised that it wasn’t. We both laughed. Davison told me that he had to tell me something. Then he told me that Debbie had asked him for the key to the chastity device and he’d given it to her, then he watched her flush it down the toilet. I told Davison not to worry about it. He asked if there was another key and I told him no. Davison immediately said, “Damn!” I told Davison that it was okay and that I had a feeling that me wearing the chastity device was going to turn out to be a good thing for all involved. Davison kind of laughed, then he said to me, “I guess I’m the one who’s going to be getting all the sex, huh?” I smiled and told Davison that was what both Debbie and I wanted. Davison laughed again and told me that he was good with that. Davison did ask me if I had a problem with him sharing Debbie with his friends. I told Davison that if he did that it would mean a lot to Debbie. Davison said she seemed to like them when they had “church” together. I agreed that I thought she did, too.
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