Just Finished

cleaning the house..............

joyfully.


Why joyfully??

It's simple really........ He himself is noticing me again.... "seeing" me...... 

Just today while I was in the kitchen trying to water house plants - we were laughing and Sir whacked my ass......then out came the plastic spoon and my ass got walloped and then my breasts had a turn.

Despite what Sir thinks thought I don't need a play session for hours ... with every toy he owns.  N.O.P.E.  not true.... a whack now and again... a playful tug on the hair... even a nipple pinch in passing..... it all says "I see you!! I love you!! You are my subbie" It makes me happy inside.  It makes doing all the mundane every day things joyful.

Good Monday Morning!

W was in the kitchen making one of his specialty breakfast sandwiches when I walked in to make my 2nd cup of coffee and warm up an apple muffin for my breakfast.

I stood leaning on the counter waiting for the coffee maker to do it's thing and waiting for W to finish his thing...... when W walked past me and stopped to spank my ass.  It didn't take long for me to dance the "subbie jig".  As he continued past me I turned to see him shaking his hand and I laughed!! 

That did it!

He threatened to use the oily greasy spatula - but changed his mind and reached into the drawer and grabbed the big plastic spoon............ can I say OUCH!!!  but in such a good way !!

What a great way to start Monday - with a hot apple muffin and warm bum 

Spanking

The other morning I was in the kitchen doing something ...... and W came in.  I don't know what possessed me - let's just say the devil made me do it.... I hip checked W... not hard - just a little teasing hip check.  Not once but two or three times.... and of course I got the giggles.

W opened up the junk drawer - everyone has one right?? the drawer that holds all the odds and ends for the kitchen - that just don't have "their" place and get jammed into the junk drawer.  He pulled out a large white plastic spoon.

He unceremoniously pushed me up against the counter and with his free hand held me down......... and with the other hand started to spank my ass with the spoon,  I yelped and did the subbie jig (or tried to) and W just pulled my nightie up over my head and went at my ass harder.

It went from "dear god that hurts!" to " ummmmmm damn that feels good!"  in 30 seconds.... and then quick as that I felt the tightening in my lower belly - coming up on tippy toes - hanging there suspended sort of - hanging on the rhythm and the hurt........ and then the wave washed over my body and I shuddered and shook and trembled - and giggled ................... 

W gave me that wicked grin of his as he tossed the spoon back in the drawer............. 

Fast forward a couple more days - and it's evening time now - and I ... ummm can't honestly remember what I was doing - or what mood I was in - probably snarky - I DO snarky so well and the white spoon came out again..... 

I tried to dance away - to talk my way out of it - after all I was cooking - and I couldn't concentrate on the cooking if W was spanking my ass right????   I remember at one point saying something like "I am done" and W answered (in his TONE) "not yet" .......... and my mind scrambled to keep up - couldn't make it - tripped over itself - wasn't focused - but W's words were ringing in my ear when I felt my body go up on tippy toe again - hang there - waiting..... and then that tidal wave washing over my body - and W grinning and saying "yeah NOW you are done!"



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 day 31 of 365

 a novel bike rack

 

 another angle of same bike rack

Little Tortures

I have not been allowed to shave my pubic  hair since ........ ummmmm.... May.  It is long and bushy.

Yesterday I was giving myself a manicure (in preparation for a munch we were hosting).  I was sitting in the lazy boy in the family room with two sets of wet nails.  Elbows bent - hands up in the air - fingers splayed - nails drying.

W  walked past - stopped - knelt down and got this cheeky ass look on his face.  I knew something bad was gonna happen.  

W slid his hands slowly up my legs - sliding under my shorts and continuing up ....up until his fingers grazed the bush.  I looked at him with sheer terror - I knew what he had in mind... my breath caught...... I waited.

Both of W's hands grabbed a handful of hair - fingers entwined - pulling gently.  I shrieked.  I flapped my hands - but didn't touch him.  My manicure for god's sakes was still WET!!  He pulled some more.  I was laughing and crying at the same time and begging him to stop.  

W laughed.  "This is better than bondage" He said "You can't move" and proceeded to tug some more.

My knees went weak - I felt like I would pee my pants,  I shrieked some more - and flapped my wet nails frantically at W.  

Finally he let go - stood up and walked over to his seat with such a grin on his face!!!  

Little Tortures - he is VERY good at little tortures. 

 

Snapshot

Often - sometimes without even noticing it - we are offered a quick snapshot of someone else's life.  

Sometimes we hardly notice - barely blink - over what is revealed to us.

Sometimes we are too busy to notice 

BUT sometimes - on that rare occasion - this snapshot joins the other snapshots in  our invisible photo album......... and then we can study it and think on it..... and every once in a while it might just open our eyes 


That is how I feel about a couple we met at that hot humid muggy uncomfortable munch we went to last Friday evening.

He seemed mysterious to me - and a bit bothersome.  Not bothersome in a bad way - but he seemed to be aloof....... a part from the group.  His wife on the other hand was warm and friendly and chatty.  I thought 'I could get to really like her'.

When the menus came and we were all discussing what to have - she barely glanced at the menu - and when the orders were given - HE ordered for her.  Nothing that strange really - my father used to order for my mother all the time.  BUT ...... there was something that stayed with me........ a snapshot.  She looked at him when he ordered with .... I am not sure what ......... love I think .. in her eyes.  

And when her meal came she commented to me that this meal was exciting - she didn't normally get so many different choices.  He had ordered two different veggie pita wraps with salad........ and she cut each wrap in two and put a half of each on each plate.  I thought to myself - 'it doesn't seem like such a variety of choice' but who am I to really know .............. 

She deferred to him in just about everything.......... and it was pleasing to watch.  She appeared - in that snapshot of a moment - to be the graceful pleasing submissive/slave that I always seem to be striving for................... 

And that snapshot will stay with me - in my invisible photo album - for a long long time.

 

You've got Mail

Yesterday - just after lunch - i was sitting in my office working when i received an email from Sir informing me that He WOULD be coming for our Friday afternoon coffee klutch .. AND .. He added - 'beating your ass - perhaps several times' over the weekend.

Now you have to understand Sir and i keep all our emails that go to school - vanilla at best - coded at worst. This "beat your ass" was a first.. and a shocker .. and had me blushing and laughing in the privacy of my office.

i was excited Sir was coming - my ass was gonna get beat - so i had a knee jerk reaction and fired off some cheeky comment to the email.. to which Sir sent back an almost immediate cheekier email.

At this point Mr. M wandered into my office to talk about some work related project.. my email program was open on the desktop.. and lo and behold no sooner does Mr. M sit down beside me
than the "you've got mail" window popped up.... but not as generic as that it.. it said who it was from.... and i could feel my heart start to pound a little bit.. mostly in anticipation.. but a little bit cause my principal was sitting beside me and i might be 'exposed' so to speak.

Mr. M glanced up at the monitor and asked me if i wanted to open it??? i could feel the blushes starting..NO i did not want to open and read it..... Mr. M got this wicked look on his face .. smiled and said "sure"??

What a start to my weekend...

And after our coffee klutch - and dinner.. i could be found over the ottoman with my ass in the air.. and Sir beating it............. YAY Sir!!!

and now i am off for a shower ... a shopping trip.... and a fun weekend !!! More on the Monday Morning Report.......

free flowing

A lot of the time we have what i like to call "free flowing" bdsm in our lives... there is no start .. no end.. it just flows through our days together......

That is pretty much the way it was this weekend..... i can't put a time or a day on something.. i just know it happened.. it flowed into the tapestry that was the day........

For example ..one morning as i was cleaning up the breakfast dishes........ Sir came to me and bent me - none too gently - over the table and fucked me ... i was yelping i wasn't ready (like i get to be ready ??) and that i was dry ..and ouch it hurt... and Sir said "does that matter to Me???!!) and almost immediately i felt the tightening in my belly......... it matters.. it really DOES matter that He takes what He wants.. and it makes me feel so owned.. and HOT. Of course in no time i was thoroughly enjoying being fucked in the midst of all the dirty dishes.. and all the chores for the day evaporated in a puff of smoke.. all that mattered was He was fucking me... and lordie did i cum !!! gushing all over the place.. which i gather was just what Sir was looking for.. As He wiped it all up... smeared it all over my ass and then started with a hand spanking........

And everyone knows that a spanking on wet skin hurts ohhhhhh so much more !!!

And there were the times Sir called me to come to Him... and He bent me over the arm of the sofa and spanked my ass.. stinging burning hand spanking............ and every once in a while He would bite my ass.. hard chomping down bites .. that made me levitate.. and moan......

And once He got quite a little rhythm going... my head could almost hear the music....... and then it was over and i was sent back to what it was i had been doing.......

It was like that all weekend long.. no rhyme or reason..... just as the spirit moved Him.

And it is a nice way to live the lifestyle.. not forced.. not playing.. just doing....... as it fits and suits....... the only small problem with all this free flow BDSM is that....... i never get enough pain to find the endorphins... i do get enough pain to hunger for them...... and i am guessing if Sir and i lived together all week long that this free flow BDSM would eventually accumulate in a longer session with all the endorphins my body craves..........

BUT .. when it is a mostly vanilla weekend.. when both of us are pooped and just enjoying being with each other........ free flow BDSM is pretty damn good !!!!

Monday Morning Report.....

Only it's Tuesday......... the problem with four day weekends - especially busy ones - is i tend to lose track of days..........








and today when i look back on the weekend it is one massive huge kaleidoscope of activity and emotions ......... turn the tube and an entirely different picture appears..



and so i don't know where the beginning is............ or even where it ends...........

remember Friday's post about the "FLASH"....... the problem with having these split second fantasy thingies is that they tend to haunt my memory....... tease my senses ..... and.. as with most fantasies.. they are best left fantasies...

Friday Sir bought Himself a new computer - a lap top actually - and i semi joked with Cloud that the weekend was shot to hell ................ as much as Sir reassured me that He had no intentions of spending the weekend playing with His new toy........ i knew human nature would lead to some hours spent unpacking .. and playing.............

Saturday afternoon i was wishing i had an on/off switch - a 17inch monitor .. and some bells and whistles........... and "FLASH" kept playing over and over in my mind's eye... and i was feeling so not used and abused .. so not done .. spent or sated...........

Mid afternoon Sir took me downstairs .. no actually He ordered me downstairs.. and hung me from the chains......... i did not go willingly or gracefully.. i was rebellious and stubborn.. and it took a lot of work on Sir's part to get me into the mind set... (notice i didn't say right mind set.. any mind set except the one i was in would have been nice)

There was one point.. one point that stands out in my mind.. Sir had one arm around my waist.. holding me tight and with the other hand He was using the teflon paddle over and over and over again on my ass.. i had managed to twist my body (and Sir's with it) around and around till my wrists were bound to each other in the chains so tightly they felt like they were going to fall off . When i couldn't twist anymore.. then Sir really went to work on my ass.. with that wicked unmerciful paddle... i remember the total and complete feeling of helplessness.. of pure pain torturing me........ of thinking there was no where to go and nothing to be done except accept.... accept this was where Sir wanted me.. and this was the state He wanted me in.............

Saturday night Sir fucked me .. on the chair. ... in front of the television....... and i remember thinking that somehow it was harder to watch Him .. to see myself reflected in His eyes.. to feel the need inside of me reflected in His eyes........ and to know this was where Sir wanted me.. and the state He wanted me in......... and then He cropped my inner thighs till the tears filled my eyes.. and the pain was torturing me again.. and i knew this was where Sir wanted me and the state He wanted me in........

Sunday was a work day for Sir.. and a bridal shower day for me..... in other words vanilla...... Sunday night when i got home.. exhausted emotionally and morally and every other way........ Sir took me out to dinner... and told me stories of pin wheels and nipples.. and the torture He was going to inflict when we got home.......... and He did.. and i knew this was where Sir wanted me .. and the state He wanted me in............

Monday was a quiet morning with a photo shoot session for bridal pictures in the afternoon...... but once the photos were done and we were alone once more.. then the crop came out.. and the bruises on my ass from Saturday were worked on again....... and the bruising on my inner thighs was worked on.. and my pussy was worked on .. while i wiggled and moaned and yelped.. but i knew this was where Sir wanted me.. and the state He wanted me in..............

And just before dinner on Monday Sir had me come to Him and stand .. legs apart .. while His hand slid up under my dress... and His fingers slid in and out of me.. and twitched and played with my clit and my jewelry and teased me unmercifully and didn't let me cum......... and left me wanting more.. and more .. and i knew for sure then that this was where Sir wanted me.. and this was the state He wanted me in..............

And the "flash" faded ... and i knew that my life is not a fantasy to be played out........and the tube twists again............... and another image appears....... and morphs again .. and again.........



Until...... the one constant is Sir.. holding me close .. marking me.. and fucking me.. and i am spent and sated and done.............. to perfection

Early Saturday morning musings......

My morning routine is pretty 'routine'........ doesn't matter what day of the week it is.. first things first.. glass of juice and a pill..... while the coffee drips........ then coffee upstairs in the office while i read my emails.. read some blogs and wait for the heart to start pumping and the eyes to fully open.......

Saturday and Sunday are a wee bit different.......... i actually make breakfast at 8:30 sharp for Sir.. toast and coffee.. same menu every week......... simple actually.... most weekends Sir glares at me over the paper as i sit there with Him .. sipping my second cuppa... but rarely if ever actually consuming anything that resembles 'breakfast'....... i HATE breakfast.

BUT with the end of the pill regime... and spring arriving.. and feeling a certain - rebirth - i decided this week to eat healthier..... actually 'try' and choke down something solid around breakfast time........

And so this morning as Sir ate His toast...... drank His coffee and read the paper...... i choked down a 'smart' bagel (you know .......the ones that taste like white bread - but actually have the goodness of whole wheat - which i also hate!!)

Sir made some comment - god only knows what - i was choking down the bagel remember?? and i made some cheeky subby comment back - it all had to do with a whip........ which i knew for certain was not on the main level - because i had actually put the toys away this week - back down in the play room....... Sir went to the table in the hallway and rustled around in a drawer and came back with a little flogger..

Now anyone who says size doesn't matter....... needs to remember the saying.. it isn't the size but what you do with it that matters!!! Sir told me to stand and bend over the table... i asked - all sweet and innocent like - "during breakfast Sir???" to which He tapped the table and smiled devilishly at me...

So i rose and bent over the corner of the table.. and wham bam thank you ma'am.. my ass was being whipped rosy red and burning hot by this little flogger.........


twice actually during breakfast i was ordered to bend over the table ......

i have to say ........ it made for an interesting breakfast........ but now i wonder.. was i being rewarded for eating breakfast?? if that is the case....... i should have started eating breakfast a longgggggggg time ago !!!