Tuesday, June 27, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Purpose

1. If happiness was a currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

Sex, intimacy and bdsm.
2. Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?

I do believe in what I am doing.  I think it has value and purpose.  May not "feeding the hungry" level of importance, but it is important in my life and for my values.
3. If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?

I would have had kids earlier.
4. Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?

Doing the right things. I'm not much of a perfectionist. 
5. If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?

Newborns don't speak English :). 
Probably something like "Who's a cute little sprog sprout? You are!" 

Bonus: When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?

Oh no.  Other that writing a little bit, I don't talk much.  

Monday, June 26, 2017

Cooking and Fucking: A Collaboration

I had such a delightful day yesterday.  It was a nice summer's day here in the north, and it was made even more lovely by what transpired during the day.  Master had invited a friend over to cook with me (and told me I would be serving our friend in any way that he desired, with one limit, which is no anal).

We made a light lunch first, as Dr. Peter showed me how to make dosas.  They were sticking to the pan at first, since I don't have the right pan for them, but he told me about his mother's trick of cooking an egg in the pan first, and after that they were perfect.  Dosas are a type of Indian crepe.  He brought along some sambar (spiced vegetable stew) and coconut chutney to fill them.  

When we had finished eating we went upstairs for some play. 

First Master flogged Dr. Peter, who said he was in dire need of a good flogging, which he always enjoys.  Master had Dr. Peter lean over the antique chest of drawers which was the perfect height for him to balance his elbows.  This was enjoyable for me to watch from the other side of the room.

When they were finished with the scene, Master put on my collar, chain leash and wrist cuffs and they had me kneel on the dark brown wooden chaise longue upholstered with a green brocade. It is narrow so I knew I would have to concentrate on being still.  I can be a wiggler when the painful things are happening!

After a few strong hand spankings, he picked up one of the canes he had brought.  I couldn't see which one, but when it landed across my ass and thighs it felt like fire.  My Master stood in front of me, holding the leash up tight to help keep me still.

Dr. Peter switched to a smoked dragon cane, which hurt just as much as the first one.  It grew harder in intensity, and Master tightened his grip on me.  I didn't fall, but eventually they moved me to a position kneeling on the floor. 

My tender bits between my legs were caned; the combination of pain and flaming pleasure was impossible to resist.  I had soon soaked everything. 

I was thoroughly used, as you can see here:

I was bleeding a little bit, but Master simply handed the leash over to Dr. Peter, telling me I should obey every order I was given.  Master went downstairs.   

Dr. Peter lay back on the bed.  I have to admit I had been thinking about this moment all week, imagining how it was going to go, what he was going to do, what I was going to do.   Above all, I desired to be pleasing.   I think I succeeded.  


After a long while, we went back downstairs. My Master jumped up, saying "My turn".  I was sore, tired and very nearly sated but he is irresistible.  Literally, heh.  He fucked me and paddled me while he fucked me, and talked to Dr. Peter the entire time.  I enjoy that sort of objectification. 
Dr. Peter did most of the cooking of dinner, as I watched intently and picked up all sorts of tips that just reading recipes doesn't give one.

Meanwhile, Master was randomly smacking, molesting and generally being VERY distracting in the kitchen.   

The food, of course, was absolutely delicious. There was curry spiced chicken and squash with onions and dal and a little spice.  None of it was hot hot, but all very flavorful.

  I had made strawberry rhubarb pie in the morning so I had to save some room for that.  

Today I'm sore and worn out, but it was quite the perfect day for me.   


PS. Dr. Peter helped me write this one, so I named it a collaboration.

Friday, June 23, 2017


Last night Master attached the clover clamps to my lower lips and stretched them tight.  He inserted two fingers and began fucking me with them.  It was full of hurting pleasure, and as he did it he told me that he'd like to have another submissive woman here to attach the other set of clamps to her the same way, and then the double ended dildo between us.  

When we are all trussed up like that he would beat us, so we'd be tempted to squirm, but all squirming would lead to more pain from the clamps.

We just need some volunteers...

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Improving a Bad Day

Master had a terrible day yesterday.  He's caught my cold, but he still has to go into work.  Not only that, but he had to go to a meeting after work that lasted until 8:30.  He starts work at 8.  Then on the way home he hit something in the road, a rock or pothole, and wrecked not only the tire but also the rim.   Then he got home and found out our mortgage company messed up the payment I gave them and were calling us a month behind.  So he spent an hour on the phone with them sorting it out.  It is all sorted now, and it was their fault, so that's ok at least.

I had forgotten about his meeting after work and made dinner, put on some make up and a slutty outfit, got myself all worked up and  ready to meet him at the door.  I only remembered to check the messages when he didn't appear at the usual time.  Doh.  So I sat around all evening watching TV.  I took off my outfit and put on my bathrobe.  I figured he would be tired after that long day.  

He wasn't so much tired as keyed up and upset, so at bedtime he gave me a paddling and then used me hard, which was good for both of us.     

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Shame!

1. Tell us a sexual thing/fantasy would you never want your friends to know you like or have done?

My kinky friends all could have access to my blog if they wanted to see what I'm up to.  I don't really share every fantasy with anyone but my Master.  For my vanilla friends?  Big difference!  I wouldn't really want them to know any of it, from the simple to the extreme. 

2. Has anyone ever found an item of sexy underwear, a sex toy or perhaps a picture on your phone that embarrassed you?

The kids found and played with a riding crop we accidentally left out once.  They said "This would be GREAT for hitting people" and went waving it around.  I said it was for horse back riding,  which I don't do much of now, and I never used a crop when I did, but you never know when you're going to start up again, right?

3. Do you have any fantasies you could never go through with because you think you would feel ashamed?

Nope, whichever ones Master wants me to go through with will happen.   If I'm ashamed that is not a big issue.  It could even be sort of hot to be slightly ashamed.  

4. Have you ever felt shame after a sexual experience?

Yes, I had some feelings of shame when we first started playing with other people.  Even though it was at my Master's orders, I felt a little too slutty about how much I enjoyed various things, and I was kind of ashamed of that.  Now I guess I have embraced my inner slut and it doesn't bother me at all.   My Master really encourages my inner slut!  :)

Bonus:  Share a recent non-sexual moment of shame.

I'm not going to get the bonus- I can't think of anything recent.    

See the other answers at: https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/tmi-tuesday-june-20-2017/

Monday, June 19, 2017

Just Two Little Words

 Master started out Sunday morning by having me cook his breakfast naked, and constantly harassing me as I worked on it. I was in quite a dripping state when he put me on the floor and shoved his cock into my mouth.  He pulled me up a few minutes later and, with a light smack, told me to get back to cooking.

I was fucked up against the wall, doggy style on the floor, and every which way.  There was some heavy paddling too.  All in the kitchen while I was making some sausages.

  After we ate he told me to put the butt plug in and come back to suck his cock.   I did this.  It had been a while since I'd used the plug, but I got it in pretty quickly anyway. 

He took me upstairs after I'd pleasured him with my mouth, and used that mean, nasty vicious tire tread slapper paddle on me.  Then we got in bed and he had me get on top.  He told me to tie his hands to the bed and put the leash on HIS neck.  That was different, but I did as he wanted.  I knelt above his face and played with my cunt inches from his nose, in the way that I know teases him.  I played with his cock and then left it alone just when he was getting most aroused.  I bit him and rode his cock in the backwards position.  I got out the hitachi and had orgasms- some of them (most) waited for his command, but if I could I would just have them rapid fire like without commands.  I was pretty wild and free there for a bit, and I know we both had a really fun time.  

 When he finally came inside me, we collapsed back on the bed side by side. 

"There are just two little words that can get you out of the trouble you're in now."  I knew he was just teasing me.  It helps me come down to earth again, though, back to my normal subservient mindset from being a bit of a toppy little cunt.

What's that?" I asked.

"Happy Father's Day" he said.

"Happy Father's Day", I repeated.

Never being one afraid to state the obvious, I added, smiling, "That's three words".

"I guess you're not getting out of it then," he said, also smiling.  

Then I rolled my head on to his shoulder for closer cuddling.   

Sunday, June 18, 2017


I knew I was in for a rough night when Master put on his black fedora and called me Dolores.  The fact that he was holding a machete didn't help.

He'd been reading my old diaries and wanted to know why, in November of 1988, I had gone to a movie with "Teddy".  I told him I didn't remember any "Teddy".  He put me on my knees, hit me hard as I knelt in front of him.  The machete is dulled at the edges, but as a tool for beating is very painful, with no give at all.  He asked me why I had held hands with this Teddy person at the movie, why my hand had made it's way into Teddy's pants during the movie.  Why I had fucked this other guy when I was supposed to belong to and be faithful to my Master.  

He still called me Dolores. 

 I denied everything.  I sobbed.  I didn't know any Teddy, or go to any movie with anyone.  I couldn't remember anything about 1988, for Christsake.  The knife really hurt though, and he kept hurting me relentlessly until I admitted seeing a movie with Teddy, holding his cock in my hand, letting him fuck me afterward.  I confessed to everything, folding like a napkin until the torture of that heavy knife.

Later on, after he'd fucked me and given me powerful orgasms, I cuddled up to him in bed.  My mind confused by pain, exhaustion, subspace and Nyquil, I asked him timidly,

"There was no Teddy, really, was there?" 

Back from Trip

Tuesday I drove the kids down to Missouri to visit my parents, with my sore back and all still.  The drive went ok, but was beastly hot, 97-99 degrees after a downpour, for 9 hours, with my old van AC that is barely hanging in there.   The air conditioning works fine as long as I'm going along at a good speed, but as soon as the car is idling it starts putting out barely cool air.  I had four dogs in the car so it was impossible to stop and turn the car off. 

Anyway, the trip was as good as can be expected, and I got to see my parents and brother, sister in law and two nieces.  I don't get to see the latter family very often at all, so that was really fun.  One is 3 and the other 9.   The older one is crazy about horses and was signed up for horse riding camp all week.  The rest of us alternately puttered around the farm or went out to eat to try to keep cool.   Heat and being unable to cool down is my nemesis.   I didn't sleep very well and on Thursday I came down with a cold.  On the plus side, my back was finally better.   I wasn't sure if I'd be able to drive back Friday as planned, but left it to be determined by how I felt in the morning.  Master did not want me to drive if I was too sick to be safe. 

Friday morning I woke up sharp at 5:30 without an alarm, and I decided this was my sign to go, since I wanted to be on the road at 6 to avoid traffic driving through St. Louis.   I made some coffee, loaded up the dogs and took off.  The kids would say with their grandparents for a few weeks as they do every summer, first one set and then the other, who don't live far away.

 I put in an audiobook, The Gift of Fear, which was really interesting and made the miles fly by.  It may have been one of the shortest seeming 9 hour drives I have made.  I didn't get to finish it, but I think I'm going to seek out a paper copy so I can finish reading at home.

I got home in the early afternoon and was able to unpack, shower and make dinner before Master got home.  I had cooked him a steak with mushrooms and onions, not something I eat (steak or mushrooms), while I had something else.  It was really good to be home.  



Monday, June 12, 2017

Ever Had This Happen?

I found out I was telling the story all wrong.

It was the 20-something year old story of how we got engaged. The other day we were talking about... I don't remember what... and Master happened to mention a crucial bit of the story that I had completely forgotten, so I'd been telling how he proposed to me all wrong this whole time.  After he mentioned it, the memory came back to me and I knew he was right.  

I feel oddly guilty about this, like I should go back to everyone I told the story to and say, "Actually, it was like this, not what I said before".  I know they probably weren't paying attention that closely and most likely don't even care, but somehow I feel all wrong about it. 

The bit I left out was that before he'd even asked me to marry him we were at a big party at school and he just started introducing me to everyone as his fiancee.  I think I just accepted it like "Of course I am."   Later on he actually asked me, with a ring and everything, and that was the part that I remember.   

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Feeling Terrible

Once again my back is killing me.  I don't know what I did to it, but bending over to unload the dishwasher it went out and now I'm aching constantly.  There is no position that feels good for more than a few minutes and any movement also hurts.  I hate this so much. 

I woke up at 5 am this morning feeling like I was about to die of the heat and pain.  It was 81 in the house (at 5 am!).

Thankfully, I was able to turn on the AC, and after a bit of sitting on a vent I thought I might live after all.   In a few days I'm going to see my parents in Missouri, and they have no air conditioning.  I don't think I will survive at all. 

Master and I did have fun yesterday, despite my back.  We went to a munch held at someone's home, and played "Kinky Feud" which is like Family Feud with all kinky questions.  It was really fun.  Then we came home and I made dinner early.  After we ate Master fucked me quickly and I had the first orgasms I've had since Wednesday, which was a big relief. 

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Sometimes a Miracle

For you who are parents, the occasion that both kids make plans out of the house on their own at the same time is like a minor miracle, isn't it? 

Yesterday was our oldest kid's 16th birthday, and he wanted to celebrate by going to see Wonder Woman with "friends" who actually turned out to be one girl.  He's very shy about admitting to mom and dad that he likes a girl or wants to do anything with her, so I'm trying not to make a big deal about it, they are just friends, but I did feel like I needed to know who he was going with, as part of my parental obligations.  

The younger kid planned a sleep over with his best friend for the last day of school.

So I dropped both kids off before Master got home, and I sent him a message that I was doing that.  When I got back home he was there and was ready for me to serve him dinner.  After he'd eaten, I asked if he wanted to watch a show on TV or something.

"Nope," he said, "I want to fuck you."  My heart went flippity flop because I was hoping for but not really expecting that.

We went upstairs and he grabbed me, spanked me and kissed me.  He wanted to know why I wasn't naked yet. He stripped off my shirt.  I struggled out of my shorts.  He told me it was going to be a quick one and he sent me ahead to wait. When he came into the bedroom a few minutes later he took out a cane as I knelt on the floor.  After using that on me, he flogged me and then took me from behind.  I was still in the same place, head down, ass up on the floor.  The first thrust was hard and painful and I yelped and jumped a little.  A few more and I was able to relax to receive him.

He gave me half a dozen orgasms with the magic wand, and then he flipped me over and came inside me.  

It was a good evening!


Tuesday, June 6, 2017


Master asked me if I wanted to play a fun new game today. I was on my knees at the time, my mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Ok" I mumbled around it.

"What was that? Ok?? What do you say?"

I corrected myself "Yes, Master."

He told me my new command to orgasm for now was going to be "shiny".   I just had to believe it would work, and it would.  

"Yes, Master", I repeated.

He had already beaten me hard with the paddle and was still using the belt on me as I was on my knees in front of him.  On top of my already bruised and welted ass from Saturday's activities, this was quite painful.  I had squirted all over the floor, and while I was cleaning it up, he kicked me in the ass and cunt. 

I kept sucking.  He kept hitting me with the belt.  Then he began to sing:


This song!   The first few times the word came up he hummed through it.  I grimaced, licked my lips, and my cunt clenched a little each time.  But I didn't come yet.  When he finally said the word I convulsed and squirted again.

He took me to bed.

He began making up new words for the tune- I can't remember all of them now but they were much naughtier than the original version.  One of them was "Now it's time to beat your hiney".

TMI Tuesday. You have questions? I have answers.

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

Mystique would be the first person I'd invite.  I have a few other friends I'd love to have over more often.  The friends that visited over the weekend are two of them.
2. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

We'd be in Paris.  There would be morning sex, also bondage and spankings.  Then we would get some eclairs and coffee at a bakery and cafe, stroll around, see some sights, then more hot fucking at night.  And food, all the French food.
3. How much do you like your personality?
(pick just one)

a. A lot.
b. A little.
c. It needs work.
d. I am annoying sometimes.
e. I am difficult, and people have told me so.

Definitely d. Or a.  I don't know.  I'm all right, I guess.
4. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

I think the body.  Who cares if I'm a little doddery in the mind?
5. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any ability, what would it be?

I want the ability to cure cancer.
Bonus: How do you think you will die?

The way I picture it, we are a couple of octogenarians and we decide to take a blimp ride. Wave good bye to the kids and grandkids. Sail peacefully over the countryside. Why a blimp? Well, by that time blimp rides have become the new hot thing. We are sailing along and all of a sudden there is panic in the cabin! Flames! We're going down! I hope there's no hell! Ahhhhaaaaaggggggg.....

Or, maybe we are tottering through the countryside on our walkers. Or toodling along in our scooters. What's that in the sky? How cool, a blimp! Wait, why is it on fire??? It's getting closer, no time to run.....ahhhhhh sweet merciful death angels.... good bye cruel world...

See more answers at:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/tmi-tuesday-june-6-2017/

Monday, June 5, 2017

Swap and Whipping

This weekend we had some dear friends come visit us and had a fantastic time visiting with them.  They are also a M/s couple, though their relationship works differently than ours in some ways (don't they all?), they are also CNC.  They are mentioned here as Travis and Wolfmoon.

On Saturday afternoon the kids went to see a movie and we were able to play. We swapped, and  I got a good whipping.  :) It hurt, but I loved it.  

How my back looked right after:
 How it looks today:

Master had a long scene/playtime with her, which I watched from about halfway through, or so.  It looked really fun.

They spent the night and in the morning we made breakfast together.  We spent a lot of time sitting out in the yard, chatting and enjoying the weather, and playing with the puppy.  Then we went down to the river and walked.  It was just a gorgeous day!

Sunday, June 4, 2017

My New Baby

This is my new baby!  She is using up almost all my time and energy, but boy is she a fun little puppy with a huge attitude. A spitfire, for sure, and smart.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Incompatibilities or Differences?

Some differences are small, but some are major and can lead to people deciding they are incompatible.  How does your relationship look? What differences are there? What incompatibilities can be overcome and how?

We are similar in a lot of ways: background, politics, sense of humor, activity levels

 *Inequalities of sexual tastes/sex drive?*
Depends what year you are talking about.  We both have changed a lot.

    *Different musical tastes?*
We started out pretty similar, in that I adopted his tastes completely.  Then I started listening to country music and he hates it.  So I just listen when he's not around. 

    *Different sleeping habits?*

I'm more of a morning person than he is, but he has to get up early for work, so we are only different on weekends, and it is really no big deal.  If he wanted me to lie in bed until he was ready to get up I'd have a hard time, but he doesn't.

    *Different parenting styles?*

If it were just me there would have been a lot less video games, but eh, not a big deal also.

We are similar in a lot of ways: background, politics, sense of humor, activity levels.

 *Inequalities of sexual tastes/sex drive?*

Depends what year you are talking about.  We both have changed a lot.  Right now I'm a bit higher, but in past years he was much more driven than me and I was quite blase toward sex.  We have lucked out in finding some heavy overlap in what sorts of kinky stuff we like to do.  It's not 100%, but he's the Master, so we do what he wants.  Sometimes he lets me play with others, also, so I can do the few things that he isn't super into.

    *Living style (one likes TV on, the other hates background noise; one likes minimalist, the other is a hoarder; one likes country, the other is a city girl; one likes cats and the other doesn't trust cats etc)*

My Master doesn't really care where he lives.  Everything else is more important to him (like his job), so he let me pick a house in the country so I could have sheep and more dogs.

    *Different hobbies and interests? (one likes hunting and ones likes shopping, one likes clubbing and one likes gardening, or one has a narrow interest the other doesn't share)*

We share some hobbies, but I do a lot of dog training stuff and he doesn't.  I'm the trainer and he's the vet, so it really is complementary.  Although he became a vet after we were together, in part because I was planning on getting a lot of animals.  He likes computer games and I don't much, although I did try one of his.

    *Physical appearance (one wants long hair and the other short etc, one is a nail biter and the other likes long nails, one likes clean-shaven while the other prefers not to shave)?*

It wouldn't matter if we had different preferences, because I follow his.

*2. Do you tolerate the incompatibilities with your partner, and if so is it for them, or because of your dynamic that you are willing to do so?*

I think we are compatible because none of the differences we have are a big deal or a problem for us. 

*3. Do you compromise on your incompatibilities, for example leaving certain things unregulated?*

If it is important to him, then he gets his way. If is isn't, then I may have some room to do what I want.

*4. Do you try to ignore your incompatibilities and focus on areas of compatibility?*

He finds my differences interesting.  I don't think we need to be exactly alike to be compatible. If we were too much alike, then we wouldn't be having any M/s or D/s relationship because we'd both want the D/M or the s side. 

*5. Or do your incompatibilities cause arguments which make it hard to keep your dynamic/relationship healthy?*

No, we don't argue about any of this.  He's the Master, so he gets what he wants.

*6. What position do you take: do you generally advise that M/s or D/s couples with incompatibilities should stay together and fulfill their promises/commitment to each other ("Here, I do what I agreed to do and we do everything His/Her way"), or in your experience is perfect or key-area compatibility essential to make it work ("Sounds like you two are simply incompatible")?*

It really depends on the issue.  It is possible to get over a lot of issues if you really want to be together.  If the relationship is on the rocks anyway, all the issues are magnified.  Solutions have to be tailored to the people involved, which means THEY have to work it out

Monday, May 29, 2017

TMI Tuesday May 30

1. If you are on facebook, when was the last time you had to “unfriend” someone and why?

Probably back during the election, for posting really hateful false crap.  Most of the time I just hide or unfollow rather than unfriend.
Or I wait for them to unfriend me. 

2. What are you addicted to?

Coffee, chocolate, pain, sex...

3. What are the first 3 things you do every morning?

Pee.  Make coffee and Master's tea. Make breakfast. 

4. How lucky are you and why?

I'm luck in love, not lucky in cards/gambling/contests.

5. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try?

Going to a real honest to goodness glory hole. 

Bonus: Are you proud of what you are doing?

Sometimes?   I don't know. What am I doing? 


Just the Beginning

Slapped on the ass and pushed down on the stairs to be used.

It was just the beginning of the fun.  

Picture from Tuesday last week. 

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Trivial Pursuits

Last Saturday we went to a kink event in another town which includes a gaming room, as well as a dungeon. We have been going there every few months now, but still aren't meeting a lot of people.  I'm not sure why- it seems like it would be a good set up to do that, but each time I go in and look around thinking "Who are all these people?"  We did know one couple, because when we got there Mystique and hasufel were already playing in the dungeon.  

 Master wanted to play a game first, and since no one really looked like they wanted to join us, we just played Trivial Pursuit together.   I'm not bad at that game, but my Master remembers and knows almost EVERYTHING, so he kicked my butt.   My proudest moment was remember the second man to step on the moon.  Mystique and hasufel came and sat with us for a bit, but she was worn out from her day of motorcycle riding in the cold rain, so they were ready to call it a night early.  

Around 9:00 we finished up the game and Master led me off to the dungeon.  At that time the place was packed, so we had to wait a few minutes and find someone who was just finishing up their scene.   Master directed me to undress and hang on to the cross.  He started with a few hard blows of the cane to get me "warmed up" before he even got out the ropes.  He wrapped my arms in rope, and tied them by the wrist to the cross.   He put the hood on me.  There was flogging, first with the soft ones and then with the stingy floggers, which made me jump and squeak.  I had a really tender part right at the base of my spine that kept being hit over and over until I didn't think I could stand it any more.  

Master got out the heavy canes and the light canes and thoroughly beat my ass.  He did a little light whacking of my breasts, but not enough to make marks.   He beat on my pussy also, making me come.

I was untied, we cleaned up our things and washed the area with sanitizing  spray, then we sat in the snack room for a bit too cool down, or warm up in my case.  I was freezing cold and Master was overheated.    I slept almost all the way home while he drove.   

In the middle of the night, after a wonderful evening with Master, that was when the dog messes began... sigh.


Thursday, May 25, 2017


I am having a fabulous week (sarcasm font).

I have a sick and vomiting kid, whose computer got broken by a leaping dog.

I have another dog who is have constant diarrhea all over everything.

Master is having a terrible time at work thanks to the boss and he's really crabby.

The good thing was that a mysterious and potentially expensive electrical problem seems to have fixed itself just by have the electrician come out and look at it.
So, how's your week?  

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Digging Deep

1. The last time you had sex, was it urgent or essential?
Consider masturbation or sex with a partner.
  I think it was urgent for him and essential to me.  Sunday he hadn't really flirted with me all day, but we had been walking together a lot.  At bedtime I tucked in under the blankets (after being allowed to get in bed) and he came up and jerked the blankets down. He wanted me to say no and struggle.

2. What should you stop doing? Why?

I can't think of anything.  If I was doing anything that Master didn't like he'd tell me.  

3. What makes you feel strongest? Sexiest?


4. When do you feel vulnerable?

When I am giving in.

5. What is missing from your sex life?

  A trapeze? 


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Back Breaking

My back has been hurting since yesterday, probably from too much standing around at the fun fair.  Walking or sitting doesn't bother it but too much standing still does.  

My Master said he wanted to do some gardening today, so I asked, mostly talking to myself, which job I could do in the garden with hurting my back.

"Cocksucking", he grinned at me. 

Later on this evening we are going out to a play party.  I'm really eager!  I'm sure it will be good for my back.  

Friday, May 19, 2017

Crawling: Kink of the Week

To me crawling is a powerfully evocative action, representing submission in a physical way, like kneeling, only more painful.  

In my mind, crawling is much more about submission than about sexiness.  But since submission and sex go together so well in my world, it all becomes wrapped up together.  When I'm crawling I'm literally lowly, humbled, at his mercy (or not).   That is the feeling that I love about it.   Crawling on carpet is fun, but crawling across a hardwood floor is painful on the knees, so that adds an extra level of  "Only doing this because he wishes it", which is pretty hot for me.

I have  crawled for my Master many times.  Often it is because I'm already on the floor and he wants me to move to a new location: "Crawl over here, slave", he will command me.  Sometimes that is followed up with "Kiss my feet" or "Suck" or "Lie on your back". 

Then there are the times when my legs are too wobbly to trust from the things that he's been doing to me and I crawl from place to place rather than try to stand.   That is a different feeling, but also produces strong feelings of humility in me. 

Crawling for him in front of other people, with observers, adds a level of humiliation to the already humbling act.  

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Clamps and Tea: A Perfect Day

When Master got home Tuesday morning he was too tired for anything but breakfast and then sleep.  He told me to wake him at 11:30 with specific instructions:  butt plug in, leather collar on, and start with cocksucking to wake him.  

It was a difficult three hours to wait, let me tell you!  I was so excited and eager, but couldn't do anything about it.  I distracted myself by looking at and reading about puppies.  Puppies are pretty distracting.

Finally 11:30 arrived and I went up, sneaking around the bedroom quietly to get the lube, the plug, the collar and get myself all ready.  I snuggled under the covers and found Master sleeping on his stomach.  I persuaded him to roll over and I got to work on sucking.  

After he had fucked me he kicked me out of bed to make him some tea.   I hadn't gotten more than 2 feet away before he stopped me to  attach the nipple clamps.  I wasn't allowed to dress, but just went down without robe, slippers or even my glasses to make the tea.  He followed me.  I was hurrying along the hallway when I felt him grab me from behind and force me to my knees.  He pushed me forward a little bit until I had one hand on the stair.  He entered me hard and the combined pain of the swinging nipple clamps and the forcefully rammed butt plug made me whimper pitifully.  Then he let me go.  He slapped me and told me to get on that tea making!

  I had no idea how long 2 minutes and 30 seconds could seem until I was standing there in agony watching the microwave countdown. My nipples felt like they were being cut open, and I had to remind myself that it was only pain, nothing was wrong, just pain. 

When it was ready, he came down and pulled me to him by the chain on the clamps.  I cried.  He removed them and told me to come; I cried some more.  And came.

Then he sat and drank his tea, watching some porn, while I sucked his cock.  When the tea was done he bent me over the kitchen counter, paddled and then fucked me a little more.

We headed back upstairs.  He told me to stand at the dresser for my flogging.  This felt totally amazing.  He turned me around and slapped my breasts. I flinched away each time, not so good!  So he grabbed the hood out and said it would be harder for me to flinch when I couldn't see it coming.   I couldn't, of course, and that hurt much more. 

There was much more fucking, and caning, and more fucking, everything is sore... such a perfect day!


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

The Dogs Are Gaslighting Me

I always let Ben and Sprite out together at night, last thing before bed, after they have eaten their food. It's best to have a routine so I don't forget anyone when I'm tired. I'm sitting here at my computer and I hear rustling from Ben's crate, where he eats, so I think "Oh, I need to let Ben out." I go in the other room and there is Sprite in Ben's crate, and she's playing with his empty food bowl.

My sleepy fuzz brain says "I guess I already let Ben out, because he's not there. But wait, I know I let Sprite out too, because she goes out with him. But there she is. In the house. Playing with the food bowl."

Out loud, I say "Sprite, let's go out" and she follows me, because she's a dog.

Questioning the usual suspects, I found out Sprite went out the kitchen door, ran around the house and came back in the back door, because there was lightning. It all makes sense now. If I can find Ben.

Monday, May 15, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Choices

1. If you and your significant other played “sexual truth or dare” with other couples, would you rather watch your s.o. have sex with someone or would you prefer having sex with someone in front of your s.o.?

Both are fun, but I think I'd rather watch him have sex.

2. Would you rather watch your favorite porn with your sibling or read your favorite sexy erotica out loud to your parent(s)?

The Horror, the horror!  Ummm, I guess reading erotic to my parent? Yikes, though. 

3. To get sexually aroused, would you rather watch girl on girl porn or guy on guy porn?

I watch both, but maybe a little bit more with two women.  I especially like it if it is violent.

4. Would you rather have sex with your boss, in an office conference room or masturbate at home knowing that your neighbor is watching?

Whichever one my Master wants.  I know this is a cheat on the question.  Master is my boss, so I'll pick that one! 

5. Based on your current mood, would you rather try out new and kinky sex ideas or have romantic sex?

Always pick kinky!

Bonus: Would you rather have three kids and no money or no kids with three million dollars?

Three kids.  I already have two, so that's the only good option there. 


Sunday, May 14, 2017

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

To all the moms out there in blog land!

I had a very lovely day.  We convinced the kids to go out with us (they are very stay at home-y lately) to a museum exhibit I wanted to see and then out to eat for mid afternoon lunch/dinner.  

I think everyone had a great time.  

Wednesday, May 10, 2017


Sometimes instead of just getting off, you want to pull out all the toys. Master gave me permission for "several" orgasms today and I sure did.

Skirt Up

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Unique New Pleasure

I'm just going to say it.

I love caning.

There isn't anything about it that I don't love. 

The anticipation beforehand of how much it's going to hurt.

The warm up (if any).

The pain.  Most of all the pain that is so hard to take that I squiggle and try to get away.

The arousal that comes next.  I would hump anything.  Even the air. To get off.

Even more pain.  Strokes on top of fresh welts.

Some teasing, stroking, rubbing.  And more pain.

The after glow.

The pain of marks that remind me of their presence later when I try to sit. 

But today I had an entirely unique and new pleasure. 

 Hooded, I lay back naked on a bed that wasn't ours.  I was in the subspace and after glow state after a hard caning.   Two men, one of them my Master, discussing all sorts of topics, personal and historical and literary, from gossip to Kipling to imperialism, as they lay on either side casually fondling me all over.  At first Master had my arms pinned above my head, but my hands began to fall asleep and I wiggled them down to my sides.  

Hands touching me everywhere.  With the hood I couldn't tell who or where the hands might go next.  I was ready for anything and yet utterly relaxed.  My breasts, my sides, my thighs, the top of my pussy, my stomach, my hands, my arms.  Light stroking and gentle massaging, moving from one area to another.   It was just so entrancingly and casually erotic I could have lain like that forever, the conversation of two deeply interesting men shifting from one topic to another, sometimes emphasizing points of conversation on my body, talking with their hands.  I lay quietly for the most part, content to be a play object. 

Monday, May 8, 2017

TMI Tuesday

1. What period of your life was the happiest? Why?

I really think the last 6 years have been the happiest I have ever had.  I like having kids, but I like it even more now that they are more independent and don't need me constantly hovering over them.  I'm not really a good hover-er, but little kids, well, they are danger prone and into everything, so you kind of have to!

And I really, really love being a slave to my Master.

2. True or False. If you want a successful date, take charge–take the lead. Why?

False, for me anyway.  I am a submissive person and I do not feel comfortable in the lead.  I like the motto "Begin as you intend to go on" for this situation.  If you are a leader, lead.  If you are naturally a follower, do that.  Then you will get to know each other as you really are.  

3. True or false: Males are aggressive and assertive, and women are nurturing. Explain your answer.

I disagree with just about any gender stereotypes.  I think plenty of men are laid back or submissive, and there are some kick ass, take charge women out there too, including those who think children are demon spawn and couldn't nurture at all. 

4. Is your body keeping you from a good sex life? How so?

Nope, I'm happy with my sex life.  My body cooperates pretty well with what Master wants it to do. 

5. Smiles. Do you have a sexy smile that is different from your regular smile. Post a pic of your sexy smile or describe it for us?

I guess I do, but I can't post a picture.  There is a bit of a wicked glint in my eye when I'm thinking naughty things.

Bonus: May is Masturbation Month. Which of these is your best benefit from masturbating:
a. helps you to relax and/or fall asleep
b. boosts self-esteem
c. combats erectile dysfunction
d. helps you know what feels good so you can tell your sex partner

None of those, really.  I am allowed to masturbate once a day if my Master isn't home, and I usually have used that opportunity way before bedtime.  I just do it because it feels good and relieves some horniness (sometimes). 

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Good Weekend

The weather the last few days has been perfect here.  Master and I went out walking Saturday, and Sunday we went to the garden store and came home with a huge cart full of things to plant, including raspberries of two types.  After all that digging around I'm pretty sore now, which is enhanced by the marks he's left on my ass. 

Saturday night Master was tired, but wanted to get off inside me before sleep, so we had a real quickie fuck, after which he beat me a little with the canes as a reward.   It was a hard for me to get to sleep after that, but not impossible.  I woke up still horny, but Master didn't feel that good and needed some breakfast and tea right away.  He felt better later in the morning.

I wasn't expecting him to do anything with me because we had all those gardening plans, but before I knew it I was kneeling on the bedroom floor.  He blindfolded me and I felt his knife scraping across my ass.  It didn't hurt nearly as much as cutting myself on a bread knife, and in fact I didn't even realize he had made cuts on me until I was putting jeans on later and felt the sore spots rubbing. 

He was still holding the knife as he pulled back on my collar. I was on my hands and knees on the floor.  He put the knife to my throat and fucked me from behind, which was amazingly hot.  There was a lot more fucking after that, which has all blended into indistinctness in my mind now.

Afterward, when we were cuddling, he said I looked so sweet that he hardly even wanted to blow on my tummy at all.   The only reason he likes to do it is that I hate it.   So I figured if I could fake not caring about whether he did it or not then he wouldn't want to do it any more.   Right?

I made the mistake of saying all this out loud.   He started singing a Frozen tummy blow song.  You know the one: "Let it blow, let it blow..." ending up with "Tummy blows never bothered me anyway."

He started to move down that direction and my face scrunched up, expecting the worst.  So much for pretending.  But he didn't do it after all. 

We got in the shower right away and he started by aiming his penis at me.   "You wish I would use the toilet, don't you, slave."

I didn't.  I really didn't wish that.  I love being degraded by him. 

"Whatever you want, Master", I answered him immediately.

"I will use the toilet to pee, because that's you.  My toilet," he told me and my insides did squirmy little happy flip flops of delight.  He pissed all over my tits and my cunt. It did not smell good.  So disgusting, in fact.  I want to touch myself again just at the thought, but I can't because I've already used up my allotted masturbation time for the day (one).


Friday, May 5, 2017

Gardening Time!

I'm just getting it ready now; we'll be planting soon!  This is hard work, but I feel like it is good for me as long as I don't over do it in one day and hurt my back.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Hood and Clamps

I waited for Master, kneeling, naked, my head on the floor, my hands stretched in front of me.  I had been ambivalent earlier, not really in my right frame of mind mostly because various parts of my body were acting up.  But as I knelt there I felt the ambivalence fade slightly but not completely from my mind.

Master came in the room.  I didn't raise my head or look up as he walked around behind me.  He kicked my legs wider apart and positioned himself behind me. He parted my lower lips with his one hand and thrust into me hard.  I wanted him, I wanted this badly, but my cunt was completely dry and unprepared to receive a cock, in that uncooperative way that bodies have of not being like pornography.    Each of the first few thrusts was painful, but the pain quickly brought on lubrication.  There's a good cunt.   I squirmed back against him eagerly.  Just then he stopped and told me to stand up.  I asked to be hooded and he told me to go get it.  I was still feeling a bit "overthinky" and hoped the hood would put me into that calm space.  

As he fastened the neck strap on the hood tightly I felt all my worried thoughts float away. I was calmed and completely in the moment.   When the other strap was done I felt him grip my collar tightly and use it to raise my head.  

Something cold and sharp was pressing into my neck.   A flash of fear when through my stomach.  I couldn't see.  I couldn't know what was going to happen next or what was really happening at that moment.  He took the sharp thing away and I felt him leave my side.  I stayed motionless of course.  Where was I going to go blinded?  

I heard the familiar jingle of the nipple clamp chains.  My hands seemed to have minds of their own, flapping around in front of me, getting in his way.   He cuffed my wrists together with the leather strap/handcuffs I have been wearing around my wrist.  

How it looks for every day wear

Unsnap it, flip it around, it turns into cuffs. 

Master fastened the nipple clamps as I concentrated on controlling my rapid nervous breathing.  It sounds so much louder in my ears with the hood on, like an echo chamber.  Clamps in place, he rested my cuffed hands on my dresser and began with the soft floggers.  The blows weren't hard, but each one set the clamps to swaying, which was exquisitely painful.  It went on a (seemingly) long time until he switched to the stingy pair of floggers.  I was quickly overwhelmed by the pain coming at me from both sides- my shouting nipples and the stings of the flogger on my back.   Concentrating on my breathing helped me to hold still. 

He removed the clamps (OW) and led me to the bed.  I have gotten better about following his guidance blindly while wearing the hood and he barely had to encourage me this time.   He told me to put my hands down.  I crawled into bed.  He began to beat my ass with something- I believe it was one of the paddles.  Then he felt my cunt up a little and told me to get the right way on the bed.  I crawled over and straightened out.  Master took the leash and snapped it to both the cuffs and my collar so my wrists were fastened quite near my neck and I was face down on the bed.   

He beat me then with the paddles and the canes.  There was a lot of punching.  He made up a kinky alphabet soundtrack that went like:

A is for Ass-whacking with Abba
B is for Beatings with Bowie
C is for Caning with the Carpenters
D is for Degradation with Disney Ditties

He skipped E and went straight to Fucking.  Without songs.

His hands pressed down hard on my back so my face was buried in the bed, the small hole in the hood not quite adequate anymore for breath.  Before I completely ran out, he let up on me.  Now instead he was pulling back on the collar to choke.  Inevitable orgasms rocked me as he finished with me.   

I just have to say that cuddling afterward while still wearing the hood, with my hands still cuffed and leashed to my neck, was one of the best feelings in the world. 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Love Day

1. Today is couple appreciation day. What do you most appreciate about being a couple (consider current or past relationships)

I most appreciate that my Master loves me; he's always there for me when I need him.  He really is my rock when the waves get wavy.  We are so close we sometimes seem to be reading each others' minds.  I love it when he beats the stuffing out of me, too.
2. It is also Global Love Day. How can you or how will you extend love today?

I am looking forward to hopefully being fucked senseless.  And breakfast with my Master.  Both are all about the love.
3. May 1 is loyalty day as well, originally it had to do with patriotism in the United States. That meaning aside, in what ways are you loyal?

I guess I'm loyal to those I love. I'm not really sure how to answer that. 

4. So it seems today is also Phone In Sick day. When is the last time you phoned in sick? Where you really sick? How did you spend the “sick” day?

I can't remember the last time I called in sick.  Right now since I am at home, I still have things to take care of even when I'm sick, but I also get to spend as much time as possible lying around in bed sleeping and getting well faster.   

The one time I remember calling in sick at a former job (about 17 years ago) was when one of our dogs was having puppies.  It was on a weekend, and since they were short staffed on the weekend, no one was allowed to call in sick then EVER.  But my dog, Becky, had puppies all night Saturday night, and I stayed up delivering them, of course, so when Sunday morning rolled around I was wiped out and had a splitting headache to go with it.  I called in, said I wasn't coming in and they were all SO mad at me.  Ah well, I just couldn't do it.   I slept all day and they didn't fire me, so it was all right once they had all been over to play with the puppies.  And I named one of the puppies "Luke" after one of my coworkers, which he thought was great.  I almost gave the puppy the ASCA/AKC registered name "Moneyshot" since that was (person) Luke's nickname, but I ended up thinking the registries wouldn't approve and I didn't do it. 

5. May 1, 1840 the world’s first adhesive postage stamp was issued in the United Kingdom. Who would you like to see on a postage stamp?

The Tick.  
I have no idea why, I just think a tick superhero would make a great stamp.

Bonus:  How was your first day of May?  

Not as good as my 2nd of May.  :)  Hopefully I will be able to write more about that.


A Non Post Post

I seem to have some sort of writers block.  It feels like everything I could say has already been said.  I wish spring would get here for real.  Forty degrees and dank drizzle is unpleasant.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

One Jumping Jack: The Humiliation

Tuesday, I dressed up for Master before he got home.  We had a whole day with no one home and nothing planned except for being together.  It was a great feeling to have that stretched in front of us.   I put on an old blue button down shirt that Master had given me.  He likes the look of me wearing a man's shirt and nothing else.  I discovered that it had no buttons down to my navel and I remembered he'd ripped them all off last time I wore it and I'd never sewn them back on.   Good times.

I also put on my leather collar and wrist cuffs.  A touch of lipstick, combed my hair and cleaned my undercarriage, and I was all set!   I made some breakfast for him.

When he came in he looked me all up and down hungrily.   I cuddled up close to his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling him.  He cuddled me back then stepped away and ripped the shirt open, sending the last button flying.  Then he sat down to eat.

Afterward he took me upstairs.  He had me get the camera out so he could make a movie of me doing jumping jacks with the nipple clamps on.  First one set went on.  I took a deep breath to prepare for the other which went on below them.  This isn't too bad, right? (ha!)   

"Jumping jacks now?" I asked, a little plaintively.  

"Yup," he said. 

I jiggled up and down just a little bit, wincing.

"Come on, jump, jump!" he encouraged. 

I did one very small jumping jack and cried.  

He took the clamps off.  I moaned some more.

Then he got out some ropes and tied my hands and arms in front of me as I took some deep breaths.  I realized he hadn't even picked up the camera yet.

"You didn't get a video of my jumping jack.  I could do it again." I don't know where my mind goes at times.  I didn't want to fail, that was the thing.

"Nope, we are moving on now to something else", he said.  My one little jumping jack with nipple clamps was just too pathetic for movies.  The humiliation!  I know I could do more if I got another chance.   Well, maybe.  That really hurt like fucking ouch!

Instead of more painful jumping, I got tied and fucked and flogged.  He put me face down over the chaise longue and fucked me until my knees were so weak I could barely stand up.  He fucked me doggy style on the floor until he came.  

He told me to get in bed, and I lay face down as he got the music set up.   John Denver?  
He started caning me and singing along, one song after another.   He began with the really heavy, thuddy cane.  Then the lighter, springier one.   My butt is still quite sore.   When he was done I found out he'd made a video of part of it, which was absolutely hilarious.  He's singing "Country Roads" but making the lyrics all dirty.  I'm lying there with my tied hands covering my face shaking with laughter as he's leaving red welts all over my backside.   With all the laughter and floating around in subspace it was just the most beautiful thing. 


Monday, April 24, 2017

TMI Tuesday

Does your workplace have a “casual Friday” or a day when you can dress down or out of uniform?

Since I stay at home, every day is casual day for me.

2. Has the growth of social media and unabashed sharing of personal info on social media made you MORE or LESS cautious about your privacy?

It has made me a bit more cautious about sharing details, especially when mixing kink and vanilla worlds can happen.

3. Is gay marriage legal where you live?

Yes! Hurray!

4. Is smoking marijuana legal where you live? Under what circumstances?

No, not under any circumstances.  It is still popular here though.  We don't risk Master's DEA license by using illegal drugs.

5. Give us a hashtag that best describes your weekend. Hashtag must be 15 letters or less.


I'm not explaining.

Bonus:  Have you ever stalked a celebrity? Who?

Oh, just a little.  I wouldn't really call it stalking.  I happened to see a local famous author, Patrick Rothfuss, eating dinner at a restaurant one night.  I recognized him because at the time I was reading his blog.  I asked Master if I could go over and ask him to sign "a body part" and he said no, let the man eat in peace.  So I didn't talk to him, but I did look over there a few times and "squee" silently in my head.  

My other celebrity I follow (also in a very non stalkerish way!) is Dr. Patricia McConnell.  I took her class back in college, went to her dog training classes and was religious about listening to her radio show until it ended (boo!).  
I also went to her book signing just a week ago and she signed my copy of her new book.   She didn't remember me.  The highlight of my celebrity experience was once (20 years ago) she invited me to come out to her farm, see her house, meet her dogs and watch them herd sheep. It was quite a thrill. 

TMI Tuesday Blog for more fun answers.

Fun Day!

Master opened up the new box of clamps.  I was standing naked in the middle of the room in a mixture of fear and excited anticipation. I have so much of a love/hate relationship with nipple clamps.

He reached for my nipple to put one set on.  Right before it touched me I gasped (prematurely).   Then the other set went on right below the first.  He told me to be glad he didn't put them in the freezer first.  I whimpered a little bit.

He played with them some, took pictures, turning me this way and that, and then he had me lie on the floor.  Master took one clamp off of each breast and fastened them down lower:

 He had me stand up and lie down again, which was agony.  He took the clamps off my nipples and made me hold the two free ends apart like so:

When I tried to lessen the tension he told me "wider, pull more" and I did, reluctantly.  He finger fucked me as I did this, making me come and squirt. So fucking good.

He had me stand up again; the clamps had gotten tighter and tighter until I was almost crying.  When he took them off my lower lips I doubled over, gasping out "Oh, fuck!"

He had his laptop in bed already, and he soon had me between his legs, pleasuring his cock as he watched porn.   He took me and fucked me, making me come in all different positions.  When he had also climaxed, he told me to lie on my stomach, because he wasn't done with me yet.  

He tied my hands to the headboard.
Then the caning began.  It was quite possibly the most erotic thing ever.  In a little while he put on some Bowie's music and I was humping the blankets as he beat on me.  I think I had three or four more orgasms and my butt was bright red and smarting after much more beating. 

After that we took a shower together.  He had me bend over in front of him and his cock nudged up against my pussy.  He began to piss on me, in me, and then I thought that maybe THIS is the most erotic feeling ever, his warm stream flowing over my hole.  He turned me around mid stream, had me kneel and he covered my front in his piss too.  Then Master pulled my mouth onto his cock for the last few bitter drops.  I think he was just as turned on by this as I was, and he began jacking himself.  I turned around and bent over accommodatingly, silently begging, really.  He took me.  He fucked me for a short time that way, bent over under the stream of the shower, then he put me on my knees again.   He came in my mouth.

 I washed him all over.  As he was getting out of the shower he said "I'm getting out so you can finish yourself off." 

I leered and touched myself, saying "Oh yeah?" 

"Come!" he said.  I did, too.  


Saturday, April 22, 2017


Yes, I'm an addict.  Caffeine is my dark mistress.   
I ran out of the regular coffee yesterday, because I thought I still had some in the back of the freezer and it turned out to be de-caf (why I have that, I have no idea, probably an accidental purchase). 

I drank my de-cafe/fake coffee and tried to get on with my day. I should have had some tea but I thought I could get by without.  I couldn't even masturbate properly because all my fantasies turned into thinking about sleep.  I hurt my pussy keeping the vibrator on it for too long.  Then I lay in a sunny spot on the floor and tried to think how I was going to get dressed without standing up.  

That didn't work. 

I did some gardening, moved the sheep to new places in the yard where they could get some new grass.  Ben was my helper dog.  He did a perfect 30 minute down-stay while I worked in the garden and watched the sheep at the same time.  I need the dog out there with me in case the sheep start to wander toward any of my bushes, flowers or small tree areas, because they love to eat that stuff.

Finally in the afternoon I went to the store and picked up some coffee, came home and made myself 3 cups.  Then I had energy to bake cheesecakes for Trivia, take the dogs for a walk, do some training on sheep with Tessa, make dinner and finish up some chores.   

I headed out to Trivia before Master got home, leaving dinner for him, because he said he didn't want to go.  

To my surprise and happiness, one friend had gotten everyone a gift bag full of little presents to celebrate the team's 25th anniversary!  Can you believe they have been doing it that long?   The contest itself is on the 48th year.     

In the gift bag was a blindfold, a tiara and some Mardi gras beads, among other things.  I wore all of them all night, though the blindfold was pushed up on top my head so I could see.   It was a really fun and silly time and my mood was completely back to happy normal by the end.  

When I got home it was late but Master was still awake in bed.  He was waiting for me.  What an ending to the day! 


Friday, April 21, 2017


I'm having a morning of feeling empty, lonely, disconnected.  Hating everyone and everything.  I read a blog about someone else's struggles with being on a diet. Of having to be perpetually on a diet.  Worrying about Unicorn frappacinos and what it means for the country.   I felt slightly better.  Yes, that's relatable! Dieting sucks.  Also gaining weight does too.  Which sucks more?  Eh.

Swept the floor.  Feeling slightly better after that.  I still hate everything but at least the floor is clean.  And I have to make cheesecake today.   But I don't have to eat all the cheesecake!  It's for Trivia, which I am also feeling ambivalent about instead of excited.  I think I need some sunshine.  I should get out in the garden but that just seems like a lot of work.  

Thursday, April 20, 2017


I ordered Master a present and it arrived yesterday. I put it on his pillow under the blankets so he'd find it when he came to bed.  

After someone (Tori!) had made a comment on my picture about needing more clamps for my other side to by symmetrical when wearing the clamp from nipple to labia, he thought that sounded like a great idea.  Clover clamps are cheap, so I ordered another set for him.

I think he was happy about it, but last night he set the clamps aside for later.  I was lying on my side in bed and he was sitting at my head.   I was just gazing up at him, until he said "What, you need an engraved invitation?  Start sucking."  Then as I did so, he proceeded to "engrave" along my ticklish side with his finger, "To... whom... it ... may...concern".  I fought off my laughter to try to continue pleasuring him.  I lost it when his finger dug in just above my hipbone for the colon.  Not my colon.  Then colon on his engraved invitation to suck his cock! 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Growing Up, But Not TOO Much

Our oldest kid is at the age when we start to wonder if he's going to want to do Easter egg hunts or not.  He just got his Driver's permit, after all! I took him out driving on Friday and Master did yesterday.  It's a bit frightening to think about. 

 In my opinion, you can never be too old for hunting eggs, and I only stopped because when you leave home and get married the Easter bunny doesn't come any more.  Kind of like Santa, that bastard.  

Then I had the somewhat zen realization that for the Easter bunny to exist you must become the Easter bunny yourself.    

Master thought he might be too old, though, so I asked the kid if he still wanted to do egg hunts and he said "Yeah, of course!"   


I got up at 5am to hide the eggs, mostly because a headache woke me up.  Then at 6 the smaller kid was bouncing around asking if he could wake up his brother.  I made him wait a whole half an hour. 


Saturday, April 15, 2017

Current Project: Translation

My current project for my Master is translating a naughty French novel of 1748.  I bought a cheap paperback online without realizing it was in French.  I couldn't find an English one for anything like an affordable price, so I'm translating, page by page.

Here is a sample:

No, please my dear Abbot, replied Madame C. it will be nothing, I swear: all that you have said cannot calm my fears; and I have given you a pleasure that I could not taste, this isn't right.  So let me do it.  I will put this small bugger...
Well! She continued, "Are you satisfied with my breasts and thighs?  Have you fucked enough, have you had enough excitement?  Why do you pull my cuffs above my elbow?  Sir likes to see the movements of my naked arm?  Do I do well? You haven't said a word! Ah! Naughty! He has pleasures!"

There was a moment of silence.  Then all of a sudden I heard the Abbot who cried out:
"My dear mother, I cannot take it anymore, a little faster, give me your little tongue, I pray you: ah! There!"

Judge, my dear Count, the state I was in during this edifying conversation.  I tried twenty times to get up, to try to find some opening through which I could see them, but the sounds of the leaves always held me back.

This is Therese Philosophe by Boyer D'Argens.  It is quite an anti-clerical book as well as erotica.  I use google translate a lot to help me when my French is lacking.   My favorite, of course, is the spanking scene.  I know there is at least one in there, though I haven't gotten to it yet, because of its inclusion in my book of erotica as an excerpt. 

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