Trains, planes and Automobiles

We're on the train heading west................. be back tonite ....
hopefully with good news......

This is the real engine W/we took ( just for My train friends..)

 

Slaving.........

i have been slaving all weekend.........

ok ok that's so not true !!! But i slaved on Saturday......... and i promised to keep you all up to date with how the cleaning project was going..........

On Saturday i did indeed take all the curtains down and got them washed, ironed and back up. But the big job was tackling my reading room......... i did my usual procrastinating by sorting and tidying the shelves in the office first....... but finally i couldn't stall any longer and dragged myself into the "reading" room.

i have 3 sectional shelving units.........

Here is number 1 .. before



and after



Here is number 2 ..... before



and after



Here is number 3 .... before



and after...........



and then i gave up for the day............... but i had really good intentions of starting off fresh Sunday morning !! i did - honest i did !!

But ya see there was a train show in town (model trains) and Sir was going and He came and picked me up and took me with Him (being the good sub i am - i couldn't very well say "no" could i?? )

For those of you, new around here, you missed all the reports on building the first train layout in the basement........you can catch up reading here

and here

and here

and here

BUT beware - there are some graphic photos included.......... so don't open at work!!!

Well Sir talked about our latest plans on His blog......as well as describing some incentive He had to get me thinking about the new train layout......

yes i have plans to start an N scale layout once Sir moves the HO to His house.

Now for those of you who have no idea what an HO is or an N........in case you are interested in educating yourselves.... HO is bigger than N.........

how much bigger you ask??

This much bigger...........

this is HO

and this is N

This project however will be definitely longgggggggggg term.. little bit at a time....... and i might just go blind in the process... do you have any idea how small the flowers are in N scale??????????

Anyway that's the Monday Morning Report........... i have to run....... the "reading" room really does have to be finished.......... and then there is the bathroom i want to strip and clean - from the ceilings to the floor and everything in between.........

Sir says i am going to need a holiday from my holiday - when this is over............ BUT on Wednesday i go to Sir's house........ and i am hoping (and praying and wishing and hoping) that from Wednesday till Sunday i will be bound up and beaten and fucked until the brain doesn't function any more..........

hey a subbie can hope can't she??

steamy days and steamy thoughts

ok.. so maybe pictures of the train layout aren't so steamy to some of you....... but .. try steam engine - there now doesn't that count as an entry under steamy days?? oh never mind........ i wanted to post some pics of the campground and the
mountain/tunnel and waterfall (which by the way i am still not happy with - so don't be surprised if i rip it out one of these days and start over !!)

In the middle of this heat we are having........ (please let it stay till after this weekend!!) i decided we couldn't go to camp without some home baking........ so i got busy this morning and made a couple of ....... pans of sweets (i am not going to say what because i want to surprise Sir and we all know He reads my blog regularly) .... and then i got to thinking i should really organise some snacky stuff.. you know for pre-dinner drinks and appetizers...invite some of the campers over and share....... and then my mind went off wandering conjuring up all sorts of images.....

Sir is bringing the "glad wrap" industrial size to camp.... He mentioned it might be fun to wrap me around a tree.......... and i threw in some tarps because Sir packed THE waxing candle........ and well.... my mind took those items and imagined me as a serving platter for the appetizers...... all rolled up in the glad wrap - hygiene you know - laying on one of the tarps.......food laid out on me for the "company " to help themselves....... (if memory serves me right i did write something like that in my Fictional Journal). Anywayyyyyyyyyy... getting back to the point at hand....... all this imagining has made me rather hot and steamy..... and then i thought.... god forbid!! what if someone wants ICE with their drink??? do i have to be an ice bucket as well?? perish the thought.. this is my daydream.. no ice allowed!!! (oh and Cloud - no carrots either!!)




It's fun to daydream......... safe to daydream...... we just don't know enough folks at this camp to actually "invite" anyone over for drinks and appetizers.......but it did add to the steamy day .............

contemplating my navel

It is strange to me .. after such a good weekend ..... to find myself feeling down today.. i worked on the train layout a wee bit this morning.. but when the sun came around to my secret garden i took myself outside and curled up with a book..

But even the book didn't hold my interest.. i was just restless and fidgety. It was one of those.. "what the hell is the matter with me?" days. i gave up and just let my brain go where it would.......

i thought about how i was punished this weekend.. i have always had this terrible habit - especially when i am being cheeky - of sticking my tongue out.. i have been known to even do it once or twice to my kiddies at school........ It is something that Sir doesn't mind.. but i am forbidden to stick it out at Him.. He sees it as a sign of disrespect. Now i do work on not sticking my tongue out at Sir.. even when He teases and torments me.. but on Sunday.. i slipped and out came the tongue......... i tried all kinds of excuses .. like i was licking my lips .. i wasn't really sticking it out at Him.. just thinking.......... i even tried batting my baby blues...... but it didn't work.. and i was sent to get the tabasco sauce. Now this may not sound like such a horrible punishment to you..... but a) i HATE tomatoes and b) i HATE hot spices... Sir sprinkled it liberally on my outstretched tongue... i shudder even now thinking about it.. it burned the roof of my mouth.. cleared out my sinuses.. and left a bloody awful after taste in my mouth.... of course i am not allowed to drink or in any way get rid of the taste..... trust me it will be a long while before i stick out my tongue again...... maybe i will just wiggle my ass at Sir instead.. He doesn't seem to mind that......

i thought about the rule of always being "available" for Sir. This is a rule that didn't come easily to me at the beginning...... But now it is second nature......... most of the time. But sometimes i wonder what the point is....... i was brought up to believe that mystery is a very good thing...... that it heightens the desire.. and of course "proper ladies" never flaunt what they have........... now i wonder if Dominants don't get bored (for lack of a better word) seeing naked or semi naked subbies ......... wouldn't a little mystery make it more interesting?? And isn't there a certain..... je ne sais quoi...... to stripping a sub.. or making her strip?? ahhh well .. just one more thing i was contemplating today........

And i was contemplating how a couple of pictures Sir took of me this weekend nearly sent me over the edge...... i looked old!! i looked fat and ugly. (there i said it!! fat and ugly) And yeah i know all the pat phrases.. it isn't what's on the outside that counts.. try this diet.. or that diet.. you aren't THAT old! .. i know it all..... but still the feelings lurk under the surface... Sir and i talked a little bit about that this weekend.. the fat stuff i mean.. i was semi joking how i got the raw end of the deal....... somehow i managed to get the genes from my maternal grandmother...... everyone else in the family gene pool was proportionate.. and had red hair to boot... me.. i have blonde hair (or did before i got old) and blue eyes.. a frame that would be better suited to a football player..... add to that two babies and not a whole lot of exercise.. AND menopause.. and ughhhhhhhhh i am fat and ugly.. and yes i know i can fix that.. makes me think about the old come back line when someone calls you fat.... "i may be fat.. but you're ugly.. at least i can lose the weight"

And i also thought about how complacent i have become on this summer break...... yeah yeah i am cleaning the house thoroughly and doing the gardening..... i don't mean that sort of stuff.. i mean.. like fixing myself up....... i have become lazy.. when i work i do my hair every day and put on makeup.. all the girly stuff... but i stopped the primping and preening when i went on break....... this weekend - believe it or not - i didn't even shave for Sir!!! (not that i am a hairy beast.. one of the good things about the maternal grandmother's genes) BUT even still Sir noticed.. and commented. i corrected that this afternoon... shaved from head to toe and even gave myself a manicure.. yeah me!!!

A whole lot of navel contemplating.. not a whole lot of action...... but sometimes one just needs to look inside and sort things out...........

Now .. for those of you who actually care about the train layout............ here's a couple of pictures of the new mountain/tunnel/provincial park.........

Just another day

For some reason ... when i came to write this blog entry.. the song "It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood .. a beautiful day in the neighbourhood........ " kept playing over and over ........ and over again in my head...... Maybe cause it has been a beautiful day in my neighbourhood today.. the sun was shining.. the kids weren't screaming.. the birds were singing.. and i did a bit of this and a bit of that..


While i was doing all these bits and pieces.. i couldn't help but think about the contrasts in my life....... on Saturday i was sitting watching some sparklers light up a penis... and today i was cleaning.. doing laundry.. and creating rock formations and boulders....... just another day in paradise.....i could use more of the sparklers and a bit less of the Suzie Homemaker i think.........

For those of you who are following the continuing saga of the train layout... here are some pictures of the rock formations and the colouring process..........

step one......... pour plaster into molds.........



step two.. start adding earth tone paint to the surface.... not as easy it would seem....... i never seem to get the same colour twice... but hey.. Mother Nature doesn't always get it just right either!!!


step three..... add a black wash over the whole thing.. et voila..... a rock formation...
now i just need a few more.. and a few dozen boulders to match....... and a rainy day.. and the mountain/tunnel will start to take shape...

One thing i did today was start cleaning my office.. Now i knew this was gonna be a BIG job..... a longggggg job... a tiring frustrating 'i don't wanna do it' job...... so i started out going through boxes and boxes of cd's checking out what was on each one.. and doing a better cataloging job.... i came across some interesting BDSM pictures.. mostly of me.. and no i won't share..... but i did come across a couple that might inspire even me (who HATES biking with a passion) to get on a bike.........



And talking about bikes.. while i was writing this... the kid next door.. the screamer.. just came out with his new bike.. and guess what?? Daddy bought him a bell....... the most annoying clanging nerve twitching bell.........can i shoot him now?? so much for my quiet day..........


Like i said at the beginning......... just a day of this and that.........

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oh i have posted to the photojournal..... for those of you who like to stroll through my "art gallery".. click the link on the right

what can i say?

ughhh what can i say about this weekend?? busy .. frustrating .... aggravating.... and fun..

First of all my internet connection has plagued us with frequent malfunctions and long (and i do mean longgggggggg sessions on the phone with tech support) After being told it was my Ethernet cable.. my computer.. (my own stupidity??) we discovered that the modem was shot !!! So there is a new on order.. god only knows when it will arrive.. for the time being i am using my usb port and everything seems to be limping along..........

Saturday's party was fun! We got to reconnect with friends enjoy some good discussions.. lots of laughter.. and some fun play sessions.







Sunday Sir and i worked on the trains... and Sir built me a nice frame to start constructing the mountain/tunnel. It was really a good slap upside the head for me... i can DO this ...

So this morning...... after Sir left .. i got started..
i had checked on all sorts of internet sites on how to build a mountain/tunnel.. and they recommended chicken wire as a form........ can i say OUCH!!! who knew one should wear heavy duty gloves when working with pokey pricky wire??!! But finally i had the wire up and sort of fashioned the way i thought a mountain should look and so i went to work plastering......

Now i won't be changing my day job from teacher to plasterer but it was a start.......



sometime this week i hope to get back to the foundation work......... i also want to make some more rocks/boulders .... and master the colouring of them........ who knew mimicking Mother Nature could be so damn difficult??!!!

After working today ... Sir dropped by to nudge my internet access one more time.. and take me out to dinner.. (god you gotta love the man !! He always knows when i really truly need him to lean on!!)

Ohhhhhhh.. getting back to the train layout for one more minute........ Sir and i have been adding little features that have special meaning for us.. or add a touch of humour.... Tonight Sir brought me a small present........ a geisha......... i had seen one in a catalogue and wanted it soooooo badly ... now anyone who knows me.. or has read here long enough.. knows of my love of anything / everything oriental......... and i wanted the geisha to walk down Main Street.............

The geisha hopefully will remind me - when Sir isn't here - to breath and take it one step at a time... nothing can be so bad that it can't be fixed!!

Summer weekend

Sir and i went out for dinner on Friday night.. back to that lil street i wrote about here.. It was a special evening...... our celebration of school finishing and summer holidays....... it was also to be an evening of picture taking and experimenting...... i found i was drawn to all the odd lil staircases in the back alleyways..... i was drawn to train trestles and spider webs (i don't DO spider webs well.. that is one area that is going to take some practice!!) We took hundreds of pictures between us..... nice thing about digital cameras .. snap to your hearts content and delete the ones that suck........ and trust me when i say more of mine sucked than didn't.

When i got home .. and downloaded the pictures.. i wasn't happy with the colour in the pictures.. especially of the staircases.. so i played with them a little bit.... here .. for those of you interested... are the final results........






















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Now on to something a little bit more........ BDSM - y

Saturday started with a "wham bang thank you ma'am " sex session in the kitchen .. with me bent over the kitchen counter with a mouthful of cantaloupe !!!! i may never taste cantaloupe in quite the same way again.... (cheeky grin)...

Sir and i were going to run out and do some messages.. mostly to the train store so i could get some advise on tunnels and molds and what the hell it is i am supposed to do NOW!! Sir was in a mood yesterday....... i haven't seen Him in such a wicked mood in a long long time... He decided that i was to wear a rope bra....... not just pretty rope work but tight.. bloody tight - can't breathe - rope work for the shopping trips.........

by lunch time i was getting very on edge... it took a little while for me to figure out that the bondage had ever nerve ending in my body tight and twitching..... in the middle of the first bite of sandwich i begged Sir to remove the ropes......... Thank goodness Sir decided it was ok to humour me by removing the ropes - in the middle of lunch.........otherwise this sweet lil subbie might have changed into a troll from under the dankest bridge........

The resulting marks pleased Sir.. and left me whining (a little bit ) about how much rope burns HURT !!!


Now you'd think that would be it for the day wouldn't you?? i certainly did... BUT our dear friend Cloud had finally finished a toy He had been making for Sir... it was actually Sir's idea (and kept secret from me) that Cloud use an old leather belt of Sir's and turn it into a spanker. Sir decided last evening it was time to give that sucker a good ole work out!!!



Now on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being OUCH MF!!! and one being wiggle wiggle how nice........... it fell all along the scale......... When Sir used it softly and gently.. aiming for the fleshy parts of the ass... and then stroked said ass immediately following.. it felt wonderful......... but Sir is a Sadist .. so there is seldom sensuous hits or hand strokes.. and last evening wasn't much different........ it wasn't long before i threw myself at Sir's feet and begged "NO MORE".. it was just a tad more than i could handle......

Though .. in all honesty...... after a short respite.. i was asking if Sir would use it again on me... and this time things went much better.. it was our old game of.. watch the TV show... during the commercials present ass for whooping.. watch TV show. present ass....

The discomfort factor comes from the little added touches Cloud put into the spanker..
in the middle Cloud put a small piece of wood - to add to the hit factor.......... on one side He added furniture tacks to add to the thump factor...... and the other side was left as plain leather...















i am still deciding whether to thank Cloud .. or ban Him.......

looking for perfection

i had a blog all planned out in my head today...... oh i was gonna tell you all that i beat my record for rope body harnesses and actually lasted a full 8 hours in mine on Saturday.. i was going to tell you about the nasty easter bunny and easter egg clips that Sir used on me on Friday .. well i will still mention them and show the pictures for those that need a BDSM fix..........


BUT what i realized is nagging at me and needs to be written.. is my quest for perfection... and it is a bit like my addiction to endorphins - this need for perfection - it drives me.. not just at work but in everything i do..... it probably stems from the time as a child i would struggle to complete something and my parents would always say "if you are going to do something - then do it RIGHT!"

i have been struggling with being a perfect mother (god if they only came with instruction manuals!!)..... a perfect granny.. a perfect employee.. a perfect boss.. a perfect teacher.. a perfect submissive (my god i wear an awful lot of different hats don't i ?? and seek perfection when wearing each and every one of them)

My latest quest for perfection - well one of them - is the "care and feeding of my Sir". Believe it or not....... i don't do lunches... well i do eat them.. but i more likely will eat whatever is left over in the fridge........ or grab some crackers and cheese.. or something. i don't exactly P L A N lunch. Over the last few months it has become a major issue in my lil subbie mind......... i am failing Sir (somehow or other ) by not feeding Him interesting lunches.

Believe it or not.. last week i made up a spread sheet thingy that will allow me to plan menus and chart them.. and keep a shopping list. This weekend was the first trial run on the new regime and i think it went quite well. i didn't have to THINK what to make for any meal... i just looked at the spread sheet on the fridge.. et voila a meal plan was there... and best of all ...... the ingredients were in the fridge.

(and yes i know this makes me sound very anal and obsessive - and no smart assed comments - please about the reference to anal !!)

BUT it gets even worse..... for those of you who read me regularily .. you know i have been working on the scenery layout for Sir's trains. First i built a mountain.....
Then i tore it out - because i KNOW i can do better - and better means a stone face mountain and a tunnel which the train can run through!! (all of which is still in the planning stages in my head)

Then i built an equestrian farm - and i sorta liked it .. but it bugged me..

i KNEW i could do better..... so i ripped it out and started again.. i added a hay field - which since this picture was taken - i have modified so there are a whole lot less bales of hay.. i hand painted stalks of corn for my corn field and made a pumpkin patch for fun .......


Then........ can you see the brown patch just in front of the farm?? well i wanted to build a bog there.. that would flow from the nature / campsite ......... i could see it in my mind's eye and i created it on Sunday....... every stone i added.. every bit of swamp grass i added .. the feeling grew inside me that i could do better........ why i didn't stop then i don't know..
Sir took pictures of the gluey mess just as i finished and had gone upstairs to make one of the meals from my spread sheet..........


And after dinner.. i went downstairs and pulled all the swamp grass out.. i didn't like it.. and i knew i could do better
Perfection is gonna be the death of me i think...... Sir scolded me - gently - for ripping out the swamp grass.. He just kinda gave me that look........ the one that says He knows no matter how good He thinks it is.. i am gonna strive to make it better............

And i am !!! i am going to work on that bog or wetlands or whatever you want to call it until i know i have done my BEST.... "good better best.. never let it rest.. till the good is better and the better is best" (just another lil saying i was raised on)

And so .. i am off.. to dig out stones and moss and somehow drain the wetlands.. and start all over.................seeking perfection...... never letting better be good enough..........

not so vanilla thoughts

All in all it was a good weekend.... despite the vanilla activities...... We went to a train show Saturday morning and i realized that the work i have done on the scenery isn't all that amateurish and the 'experts' fast water looks pretty much like my fast water - which is a white mess in the middle of the creek. i also got to buy a farm to go with my black smith shop - not at all what i had originally planned on doing..... the purchase (by mistake) of a black smith shop kinda changed the flow of the farm area......

Dinner with vanilla friends was ok too...... except i struggle so hard with the rules when surrounded by vanilla folks... example... i am always supposed to carry sweetener in my purse for Sir.. and the last packet had gotten mauled and mashed and i had tossed it out and forgotten to replace it. By the time coffee rolled around on Saturday night i had to hang my head because there was no sweetener in my purse... and it meant going out to the car to fetch the sweetener that is always kept there..... No one understood WHY i had to go....... and i felt like a child who was being scolded .. and i was embarassed .. and didn't really want to return........It is all so much simpler when we are with others from the BDSM community - they would laugh and tease me.. BUT on Saturday night the others looked at Sir like He was a "jerk" (for lack of better words) for allowing me to run and get His sweetener.. i much prefer the rules to be subtle and flow smoothly so no one notices.......

Sunday afternoon Sir strung me up from the chains in the basement.. it started with 20 punishment whacks.. with the plastic snake shaped shoe horn from Ikea.. and i was supposed to say "one Sir thank You Sir i have learned my lesson Sir" before the next strike..and i discovered to my dismay that a "FUCK - insert number - Sir thank You Sir " does not count towards the total and we must start over.. (please note i learned that valuable lesson on stroke 12 !!) i also learned that keeping my voice sing songy and rhythmical and a bit saucy helps get through the counting without too many "fucks"..

And then Sir moved on to the "play time"
i was cheeky and feisty and i did a lot of giggling and laughing.. i like when i am in a devilish mood when we play.. i love dancing away from the strokes and laughing when Sir grabs me by my breasts and or nipples and dares me to dance away..... BUT i still declare the flogger of a thousand bee stings is NOT a warm up toy.. no matter how gentle Sir says He is using it.. and the leather quirt and straps are definitely NOT breast toys.. and oh yeah since when did "we" agree that my breasts were to be played with??!! AND oh my god how it hurt when the quirt kept hitting my nipples dead on.. DEAD ON i say !!! and i listened to the "mood" music playing in the back ground..... and i kept thinking didn't we used to play right through the cd and play into the quiet nothingness at the end?? and i kept wondering why it is that each and every time Sir has me to the point that i am bent over nearly double with my ass up in the air ( a most embarassing position for me!) that the Lords of Acid ...or whatever the group name is... comes on singing "I want to fuck you up the ass".

And it embarasses me .. and amazes me that through all the pain.. i feel myself getting wetter and wetter .. till the whole room smells of my musky scent.. And Sir never forgets to whisper in my ear how drippy wet i am.. and how much i love everything He is doing to me... which - most of the time - just makes me wetter.

And when the song "I want to fuck you up the ass " came on.. i was bent over.. Sir using the wooden sword on my ass and soft spots with one hand and with the other was teasing my clit .. tugging on my jewelry .. making me back up into the spanks .. making my mind whirl and not focus anymore.. my need growing.. feeling His fingers slide into me.. pushing me way over the edge i had been teetering on .......... and then.. then.. wondering how He was ever going to get me down from the chains without my falling.. feeling like i was falling.. holding on to Sir tightly ..but still being aware enough to enjoy the cheeky thought of how He would yelp if i .. by mistake.. grabbed a hold of His nipple and tugged on IT for support........... and sinking to the ground at His feet .. a puddle of submissivness.. thanking Him for the session.. thanking Him for everything...........

And then being snuggled up under the blankets upstairs in the recliner.. feeling myself dosing off.. feeling warm and snuggly and seeing my fairies dancing just beyond my reach.........

all good things

We held a munch/play party here in the Great White North last evening... the turn out was much less than we anticipated (their loss) but still a lot of fun !!! We went to a new club (i wonder why it is now that BDSM clubs are calling themselves community centers? they sure don't resemble any community center i can ever remember)

This place was new.. brand spanking new.. sparkling clean - decorated by a female - no offense men but sometimes a woman's touch just makes it that much nicer. There were no black dungeon walls....... there were no rattling chains or scary dark corners..... There was a brightly light well equipped medical room. There was a nice small private room with a spanking bench and a book case full of videos for the choosing.... there was a smartly equipped walk through style kitchenette .. there was a lovely snuggle room cordoned off from the rest of the club by flowing gauzy white curtains.. dimly lit with everything needed to perform after care on a well used submissive.......... and then.. there was the BIG room. The BIG room was huge........... and not overly stuffed with play stations or furniture. There were more than enough chairs around the edges to allow everyone to sit and relax.. and there was a kneeling bench - the likes of which i have never seen before !! Sir put me on it.. i was leary - most kneeling benches hurt my knees and have me crying "Uncle" before the first strike .......... this one fit me like it was made for me.. there were no ridges cutting into my diaphragm .. the padded kneeling area was large and thickly padded.... the head rest was even comfy too.. though as Sir pointed out to me i tended to kneel straight up so much my head never had time to find a comfy spot....

Sir was in His glory.......... because of the sheer size of the room.. and the high ceilings He was able to use the gorean whip and the circus whip to their full advantage.

i have absolutely no idea how long i was up on the bench.. i do know a couple of times Sir stopped to ask if i had had enough.. i remember shaking my head NO NO NO.. this was what i had been waiting for for over a month of illnesses.. this felt amazingly perfect. Over and over and over the toys played their magic on my ass.. my thighs and sometimes my back ( i HATE my back being hit).... i remember Sir stopping at one point and poking rather roughly at first one spot and then another and saying "you will be bruised tomorrow!" and then it continued........... i remember thinking at one point - there is nothing else in the whole world i need or want......... i am who i am - a masochist !!

And i did get to curl up behind the sofy gauzy curtains snuggled in Sir's arms .. and i did get to watch as Sir bound up a newbie's breasts - so she could experience a rope bra.. i remember thinking i MUST be.. HAVE TO be.. better now....... cause i could never have taken this even a week ago...... i remember coming home feeling warm and fuzzy inside.. and sleeping with my fairies..........

and psssssssssssst.... this morning i have a sore ass ...marked and most definitely bruised !!!

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and for those of you who read through all this gratuitous sex talk to see if there will be a train post..... (cheeky grin)


the campsite/nature walk is coming along........ and i finally struggled with my sunflower field and got them put together... and ready for placement........... BUt come tomorrow morning i am back to work so the aging process of the site.. and the fast water.. and all the other little touches have been put on the back burner...........