come bounce with me

Well i am officially on Christmas break..........

The question is break from what.. as this coming Monday i have 9 friends/colleagues coming in for dinner.. Wednesday i have the kids and family coming in for Christmas celebrations.. Thursday Sir and i are going to youngest's for Christmas dinner.. ok ok.. i won't think about all the comings and goings for now.. .

i was thinking this morning that when Sir is here .. i am always chained into bed.. partially because i am slave and it reminds me.. even in bed of my place.. but also because for the other 4 nights that Sir is not with me.. i have the entire bed to myself and am able to roll around .. stretch out.. bounce about and do pretty much whatever the hell i want to...... which makes me a dangerous bedfellow.. Sir has been poked in the back.. slapped.. punched.. kicked and shoved - almost out of bed.. therefore the chains are .. for Him.. protection.

Now i can still bounce around.. and roll around... but only as much as the chains allow.... i usually go to sleep with a nice comfortable 8 - 12 inches between my ankles... i usually wake up with my ankles bound tightly together with that same chain. The cuffs lock onto my ankles.. and in the morning i have pulled so hard on the chains/cuffs that the lock has half disappeared into the leather loop that closes the cuff off.. meaning i have a helluva time trying to get the lock open..

On my side of the bed is a chamber pot...



for those times in the middle of the night when the body doesn't give a damn that i am slave - am supposed to "hold it" till permission is given.... sometimes when the body is old.. the need must be accommodated... so i have a chamber pot... which means getting out of bed and squatting over the nice white pot.......... BUT..... now that i have started spending my nights tying my ankles up in chain bondage.. i am unable to get out of bed.. never mind SQUAT over my chamber pot...
The life of a slave can be so damn difficult some times.........

Usually i don't get many gifts from parents/kids at Christmas time.. i am the unseen entity in the children's lives.. the front line workers are more likely to receive coffee mugs.. and candles.. and boxes and boxes of chocolates.. bubble bath and bottles of wine .... When i do get a little something it means much much more to me...

Yesterday one of my more difficult older boys.. i will call him O.J. ...came down the hall.. woolen hat pulled down over his forehead.. scowling at anyone who dared to cross his path.. his body language said he was on a mission.. i watched from the office.. wondering (may god forgive me) who he was intent on killing.. and wishing that just for today.. for once.. O.J could let the grievance go... Christmas spirit and all that.... He marched into the office and right up to me.. in my space - as he is known to do when he is feeling threatened or aggravated or happy or glad.. virtually all the time.. it IS something we are still working on.. personal space. He thrust a hastily wrapped crumpled gift at me .. mumbling "here it's for you" ... i opened it and inside was a candle in a jar... O.J. told me that it was a chamomile candle and that he had looked it up.. it was supposed to make you relax... and he figured after the months i had had so far.. i could use some relaxing..


and then .. without warning.. O.J. threw his arms around me stiffly and gave me a hug.. with everyone watching... he gave me a Christmas hug!!! better than any candle or wine or bubble bath.. a hug from one awkward 11 year old with his hat pulled down ......

Yesterday once Sir and i made it back to the condo .. we were pooped.. for both of us it had been a long exhausting week !! BUT .... it didn't matter how tired i was.. or how out of sorts i was.. Sir decided that a "start of the holidays" spanking was in order. Toy of choice.. a stick bundle..

Now it looks like a wimpy toy .. doesn't it??



Look again.... see what happens when that 'wimpy' toy hits one's ass...



As with most toys.. it can be sensual or it can be evil. Sir decided to give me a little bit of both last evening.. a little sensual.. and then a little evil... and then a little sensual... and then.. well you get the idea.......... AND then .. Sir said "ooops".. ooops??? god i hate hearing "ooops" especially when it is my ass in the air....... turns out that the points of this wimpy looking toy had cut me.. and there was blood........ i love when that happens... i feel so vindicated.. "Sir it hurts !!!" Sir pooh poohs it.. and then "ooops" and YAY!! it hurt enough to draw blood Sir.. nanananana neener!!!

And on that note.. i will stop bouncing... (unless you count bouncing out of Sir's reach after that last bit!)