In which many things happen...

I don't know what I was thinking, volunteering to be a chaperone at the kid's school trivia night.   Three hours with 8 hopped up, hyperactive 3rd graders, one extremely bossy 4th grade girl and one little lost kindergartener foster brother?   Kill me now, please.   I'm soooo not cut out to be a teacher.   The kids all had a great time though, and no one was injured or broke anything in the classroom.  The kindergartener eventually found some friends and had a good time.

Master got home before I did, which was fine with him.  He knew I'd be at the school.   I had put a lamb and potato curry in the crockpot for dinner.  All the way home from school I was picturing myself doing soothing and submissive activities to try to get my mind turned from "bossy chaperone" into "submissive slave". 

Then after 10:00 pm, a friend's son arrived from Minnesota with a female dog to be bred to Hank.  I thought he would be there earlier, but driving all the way from another state after he got off work, we know how that goes.
  I have known them for years, and their dogs, and it will be an excellent cross.  This dog's grandmother's sister was one of my mom's best dogs.  

After I got her taken care of- she had to be walked, and petted by Master for a while, then settled into her crate and fed, then my own dogs all let out and put to bed and fed, after all that, I got to sit at Master's feet for a few minutes and be petted myself.

We went up to bed, and after a quick caning and fucking, we were trying to drift peacefully off when from downstairs came "ruff. Ruff.  Woooowowowowowwoooooo!"
 
 Listening to the bitch bark from 11:00 until 12:00 was not the sort of treat I was hoping for.  Eventually I got up and sat next to her, catching up on some posts while I kept her from keeping Master awake with her barking.   At 1:00, when I thought she'd settled in, I sneaked off to bed, and this time she was quiet.   

And then I'm up again at 6:00 am to get all the dogs exercised before the roofers get here at 8:00.  Oh joy.  

First of May, Nine Days Late

First of May

Spring has definitely been delayed this year, so I don't feel bad about being nine days late with this post. 


For us, it actually started on Sunday the 4th.   After all our guests had gone home Master and I went for a long walk (and didn't get soaked or hailed on this time- yay!).   

When we got back into the farmyard he headed for one of the barns.  I followed.  He told me to sit down on this piece of board, and he unzipped his pants.  I sucked him hard, then he told me to get up and bend over.  He pulled down my jeans and panties and he fucked me quickly, then we rearranged our clothes and headed back inside.   First of May, first of May, outdoor fucking starts today! 

Ok, now you should listen to the song link at the top if you haven't already.    
You might learn some sign language, I know I did. 

Liebster awards

This is the Liebster award to spread the bloggy love :).  

I got two of them- wheeee! I'm so excited and honored!   This set of questions is from Diane at

Reason or Rhyme

Thank you!   

Where would you most like to travel to?

I still want to go to Australia. Even with all the deadly critters. 

If you could have one do-over in your life what would you use it for?

I would never have hiked up a particular mountain. 

    What’s your favorite movie?

The Princess Bride

    What was your least favorite subject in school?

Math.  Hated, hated, hated it, especially doing word problems.  

    High heels, love them or hate them?

I don't wear them.  I suppose I would try now, but Master forbid them.

    If you had the house to yourselves, where would you most like to fool around?

Either the couch or the bedroom- it's a toss up.  The couch is so nice to be bent over, but the bedroom has rafters from which to be hung.   

    Do you have a spanking bucket list?  If so, what would you like to cross off next?

Hmm, not really.  I've been spanked with all kinds of things.  I'm not sure anything is particularly missing in my life that way.  


    What color would your dream car be?

Color?   I do like red cars.   A nice shiny red pick up.

    What is your go-to sex toy?

The Hitachi is my best little buzzy friend.  

    If you could wave a magic wand and stop aging, what age would you stop at?

I'd go back to about 25.  That was a good age.  But I want to keep the same brain I have now.    

Where is your favorite place to be?

With Master, in his arms.   Is that a place?    

Eleven random facts about me:

1. I hate centipedes. 

2. I went through a semi serious bird watching phase and it was actually the first time I bonded with my dad over any shared interest.

3.  I love watching HGTV (home renovations tv) when I get the chance.

4.  I don't actually like to do home renovations.

5.  The first time I was tied up I didn't really like it that much, but it grew on me.  Now I really, really love it.

6. Ummmm.....

7.  I once camped out in the Everglades for a couple weeks.  With alligators.  I did not get eaten.

8.  I have been to Paris twice, but never New York City or Seattle.

9.  I have seen the Northern Lights just once, while on a canoe trip at the border of Canada and Minnesota.  At first I thought it might be the end of the world/nuclear war.   

10.  Hedgehogs!

11.  I don't like these random facts.  They are hard. 

The rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and post a link to their blog on your blog.
2. Display the award on your blog– by including it in your post and / or displaying it using a “widget” or “gadget”.
3. Answer 11 questions about yourself which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
4. Provide 11 random facts about yourself.
5. Nominate 5 to 11 blogs you feel deserve this award, who have less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display the widget that lets readers know this information.
6. Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
7. List these rules on your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to :
8. Inform people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster Award and provide a link for them to your post so they can learn about it (they might not have heard of it!)

And now I'm going to cheat and throw Pain's questions on here too, because those random facts were really hard to think up. 

Thank you Pain, from Pain's Pleasure for this nomination and questions! 

1)  how did you meet your significant other?
We met in high school.  Actually, my parents had demanded that I MUST join some school extracurricular activity and so I joined the D&D club.  Real educational, right?   Master was the president of that club, and I pretty much had an instant crush on him.  I was 15. 
 
2)  best childhood memory?
Ok, this is weird, but it was poking around in a stream that was filled with bubbles.   The bubbles were really cool and I just remember a feeling of absolute peace in my aloneness.

3)  if you had to live somewhere other than you do now, where would it be?
Hmm, maybe Missouri, so I could be closer to my parents? Although Missouri is a state of Misery, so I don't know.  Wisconsin is a pretty nice place if you like cold.  

4)  worst bad habit?
Fetlife ;)

5)  favourite book?
I don't really have one favorite.  I seldom read any book more than once.  A favorite author would be Oscar Wilde.  Or maybe Patrick Rothfuss.

6)  any big ambitions that you have yet to achieve?
I want to be super rich.  HA!  And live in a castle.

7)  name one guilty pleasure?
Donuts.

8)  favourite film?
The Princess Bride

9)  if you could or wanted to change one thing about your partner, what would it be?
He would like video games a little bit less.

10) what would they want to change about you?

 I'm really not sure.  Maybe he would make me a svelte redhead 
with DD breasts? 

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And now, tum da da dum, the nominees for more Liebsters:

Joey with  Joey and Friends

Fiona with SirQ and me

Master's Piece with Down the rabbit hole

Mouse with The Power Exchange

S and L with The Taming of L

Also, there is no obligation to participate.    

Used Slut, Or, What It Is All About

Last night I was worn out.  Master and I had been to work together, then got home early enough to have a short but very hard and exhausting (mentally and physically) play session before any kids got home.

That night, I waited in our room for him, naked and prostrate, just the way he likes.  I was expecting to be ordered to go straight to sleep.  It didn't work out that way. 

It's no big secret that I love sex.  I love my Master. 
 I love pleasing him.  

But, as he said to me the other day, "Sometimes when your mouth is saying 'Whatever you want, Master', your body language is saying 'I don't feel like it'.   And those times it is totally hot to make you do it anyway." 

 Is it wrong that I agree with him?  That sometimes I think that is what this is all about, at its heart?

I may have started out with a little inner resistance or diffidence, but it didn't last long. A little humiliation, a little force, a little pain, and his cock down my throat, and I was an eager slut again. 

   After he'd flipped me over and was about to fuck me from behind, taking what belongs to him, he told me to resist, to protest, to tell him "No, stop, I don't want this".   He whispered to me his dark fantasies, which scared me a little.    He wrapped his arm around my throat, his body pressing me down against it, choking me.   He thrust hard into me until he came, and I came also, as he commanded.  

All my resistance had melted into just being his possession, his slut, his holes to use.   

Being his is what it is all about.  I felt so utterly secure, so owned and possessed, as he wrapped his body around mine and we drifted off to sleep.  I need this. 



 

All Mind Fucked Up

Master wanted to try an interrogation scene with me.  That shit fucks me up in the mind.  I KNEW he was just doing a play-acting thing.  But he was really hard on me, and I'm a sensitive fucking prairie flower, er, prairie poop.    He was hitting me HARD and pressing me to divulge secrets, aw heck, pretty soon I was making stuff up right and left.  By making up stuff, I mean telling things that he already knew that I thought might be somewhat like secrets, or at least were humiliating for me to say again.  And then I said outrageous things like "I actually am a Russian spy".  Each fake secret was met by harder blows on my posterior from the riding crop until he decided I had nothing left. I was crying and racking my brain for any possible secrets.  But I had nothing.  I don't keep things from him.  At the same time as I knew it was a game, in the moment it didn't FEEL like a game. 

It. Was. So. Fucking. Hot.  

Heh.  

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Well, every one is gone and I'm plopped on the couch all tired out.  There are still a few dishes left, and the laundry will wait for me, but I'm having a break.

The munch was awesome.  We had a world famous presenter talk to us and demo knife and sharp pointy things play.   Ok, I don't know if he really is world famous, but close enough in my mind.   The best thing about it was his stories, I think.  He can take the audience from laughter to near tears to back to laughter like a master.  He and his lovely assistant/slave stayed in our guest room last night.   The dinner went well, then we had fun talking for a while after and just hanging out until bedtime.  

Dinner menu from our kitchen:

BBQ ribs
cornbread
party potatoes
pecan pie
cherry pie
ice cream
 
Plus lots of treats from everyone else, including rhubarb berry crisp.

Some of our friends came back for breakfast this morning too.  

I made strawberry shortcake and bacon, plus there was left over pie.   Then we had some whip cracking practice out in the yard.   Fun fun!  Yeah, our kids can crack a bull whip. 

Cooking Day

Today I started cooking at 7 am.  I made party potatoes, 2 pecan pies and a cherry pie, and some pie dough cinnamon snails for the kids for snack.  I still have one pie dough ball left that I might save for another day (I made too much because I thought the cherries would go for two pies when they actually fit all in one big one.)

It is all from scratch.  Potato flakes are an abomination. 

Party potatoes  --hint:  you have to boil them longer than 15 minutes.


I also went to the therapist again and she pronounced me 
"Just Fine", so I probably won't go again.  

I should have asked for a certificate.  
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Tomorrow we have our munch and party, the reason for all this food.   The kids are upset that they can't eat it all now.