The move went well, and we’re officially living in the new home! There are still boxes everywhere and plenty of work to finish, but we’re here. Now I’ve decided that a home like this deserves a proper blessing before I consider the move truly complete.

Actually, it was Barbara who gave me the idea of turning the whole thing into a ritual. Considering the size of the house and property, this is going to take some time. I’m certainly not complaining about that.

My blessing has three parts. The order can change depending on my mood, and we don’t necessarily accomplish all three during the same session. A room isn’t officially blessed, however, until I’ve checked every box.

The first requirement is my orgasm. I decide how that’s going to happen, although generally it involves one or more of the boys concentrating completely on my pleasure while their own needs are irrelevant. And I suppose I should make that plural. Orgasms. Why bless a perfectly good room with only one?

The second requirement is a boy’s screams and sweet tears. This is where my sadistic sense of humor gets involved. At least one of the boys has to endure enough of my attention that I get both a scream and tears from him. Sometimes I choose the boy beforehand. Sometimes I decide based entirely upon which one happens to be available when inspiration strikes. And did you know the tears of a thoroughly tormented submissive taste especially sweet? Perhaps that’s just the Domme in me.

Finally, there has to be a shared orgasmic experience with one of my boys. I rotate them because I’m nothing if not fair about distributing their responsibilities, and this particular part of the blessing is reserved for intercourse. Once we’ve accomplished that, along with my own pleasure and the required screams and tears, I consider the room properly initiated into our household.

So far, we’ve completely blessed the living room and thing1’s bedroom. We’re partway through the main guest bedroom, kitchen, and dining room, although each of those still has something remaining on its checklist.

And then I look around this house and realize just how many rooms we have left.

It’s going to be a long ritual. I think I’m going to enjoy living here. 🙂