Bye Bye Porn! Or Else…!

I love days like today, J is happy, I’m happy, and we were able to spend more quality time together all morning, and most of the afternoon – most of which was spent talking about all of the awesome changes that have been happening with our new DD relationship. The level of sexual tension has been electrifying all day, and J made sure I got plenty of playful smacks on the rear while we shopped.

Anyway, yesterday I admitted to her that I still have a serious problem with watching too much porn, secretly masturbating (yah I know, too much information), and generally wasting a lot of time surfing the net when I should be doing things that are more productive. Having also admitted that I could be tempted to hide such transgressions, we both realized that an honesty and confession system would probably not be the best in this case. So, stepping further out of my comfort zone, we both agreed that some form of computer monitoring system was probably in order.

After much research, we settled on an application called Track4Win, from track4win.com, which allows her to monitor my ‘work’ computer remotely from her computer. What we liked about that system is that it significantly reduces the possibility for me to try and bypass the system. She can monitor very easily if I ever turn it off, and she made it clear that I better have a dang good reason for doing so. Furthermore, it allows her to capture screen shots of my screen whenever she feels like it, again, without me knowing that she has done so. To top all that off, the application logs every web page that I visit, every application I use, and in both cases how long the active time was, and how long I was inactive. It’s a pretty good application that seems to do what we want, and at a third of the cost of other systems that are out there.

Now, I honestly don’t like the fact that she can see what I’m doing all of the time, but that really indicates that I’m doing things that I know I shouldn’t be doing. I’ve probably signed my butt up for some serious paddle/cane attention, but they are destructive habits that don’t belong in this marriage, and I will be better off in the long run for it. I know all of that deep down, but it still feels scary.

It almost feels like I’m in some massive happy bubble, but I get the feeling that it’s about to burst and my butt will be roasted for it. I hope that’s not the case, granted it makes for dull reading for y’all, but I can live with that!