on needling

Almost a year ago Sir and i attended a party where a Dominant was doing some needle play on His submissive. Sir was intriqued and asked the Dominant if He would do some mild needle play on me.
i was told to close my eyes and keep my hands on my lap. There really are no words to describe the feelings i experienced. i opened my eyes quickly as i wished to know what was causing these amazing feelings. i was shocked to see 3 or 4 needles protruding from my breast. i begged the Dominant to show / teach my Sir how to do this. i knew right then and there that this was something i wanted to experience much more of !! My Sir was a good sport and quickly overcame His dislike of needles to give me the pleasure i sought.

It is now almost a year later and both Sir and i have learned that this form of play is most definitely a "your kink my kink" sort of play. There are a large number of people who are truly squeamish when it comes to needle play. Therefore we tend to keep this play private - at home only. When i would come home on a Friday exhausted and beaten down by the big bad world.. Sir would have me lie on my tummy while He placed needles in my ass. i would drift happily away and be totally refreshed and envigorated afterwards.

Now though i find i would love to take this one step further. Needle play has always been .. well .. almost medicinal for me in the past. Sir would insert needles until i was nicely floating and then stop. Ohhhhhhh He does from time to time include some knife play with the needles but always just what i could take - never wishing to push my limits. i find i have been fantasizing about being tied down and having Sir spend hours creating pretty patterns with the needles up and down my body - a bit like the picture above.

Pushing my limits........ i realize as i write that phrase that i am ready to have my limits pushed even further in all aspects of BDSM. More pain, higher sub space. More endophins. It really is addictive, and i adore it !!!

on discipline and punishment

i read a blog this morning that discussed discipline and punishment... and i am confused. Maybe the confusion stems from my lack of coffee..... or maybe it stems from a lack of definition....... so i went to my trusty lil dictionary and looked up the two words.....

discipline is: 1) train to be obedient or self controlled 2) punish or rebuke formally for an offense
punishment is: the penalty imposed for an offense

So really they are both the same thing..... but discipline does mean training.. and i DO know about training as my Sir took me on as "trainee" for several months before collaring me.... BUT how do the two differ?? Both are used as a way of controlling / correcting a submissive. i am curious to know how this submissive sees a clear difference between the two. If i close my eyes and just let the two words roll around in my head ....... discipline is something more formal - a guide perhaps... and punishment is quick and harsh and kinda in your face correction for bad behaviours.......

But no matter how hard i try .. i can not see a clear line separating the two....

a different loving.....

We are home from our travels and adventures....... Despite the horrific heat (40 degrees with the humidex factored in.. which for my American friends is about 104 degrees) .... despite my forgetting to pack the poles for the canopy, the pillows for the beds, the swimsuits (and we were 2 minutes walk from a glorious beach!!), despite forgetting to check the equipment and bringing the air mattress with the HOLE !!! We had a great time! This was our very first holiday/trip away just the two of U/us. And it renewed my belief that D/s helps make a relationship work really well. Sir made all the final decisions.. with input from me of course.. but there was no hassling about who wanted to do what when or how....... Sir decided and i gladly followed along. D/s really does eliminate a lot of stress..


Sir made sure i was thoroughly spoiled.. taking me to old country shops... stopping so i could take pictures of misty rainy mornings...... and of course making sure i got to visit the Teddy Bear Factory and make my teddy bear........ (and no i didn't make a fairy one )














We even managed to go to a Vermont munch and had a lovely meal and excellent conversation with some Vermont Kinksters.
Saturday we headed to New York and visited with some vanilla friends who have summer homes on Lake Champlain before heading home.

Sunday.......... well it was a busy day for me.. from unpacking and washing and finally making a proper check list that includes poles... swimsuits.. pillows and everything i managed to forget to a nice little play session in the air conditioning !!! (it had just been wayyyyyy too hot for anything more than vanilla coping strategies at camp!) Then in the evening Sir decided that while we watched tv that He wanted to keep the nice rosy red ass going so i was sent downstairs to bring up the crop ......... and while i tried to watch tv Sir had good fun swatting my ass so that when i finally fell into bed it was nice and warm and glowing...........

These last 4 days have been a different side to our relationship.. honestly i thought we had explored all the different sides..... but we hadn't !!! This trip was vanilla for a lot of reasons.. mainly the heat! but not once did the D/s disappear...... and i felt (though it is difficult to explain in words) a deepening love and respect through the D/s. i am feeling very spoiled and very loved and very very contented !!!
In my mind ......... a different loving.........

off into the wild blue yonder..

Tomorrow W/we are off into the wild blue yonder... wellllllllll Vermont. Sir is taking me camping!!! Talk about a spoiled subbie....... Sir isn't particularily fond of camping.. and hates the heat.. and from the looks of things it is gonna be a HOT camping trip!!! i am wondering if that will make for a cranky Sir????

W/we are gonna do some shopping and some exploring..and maybe even drop in on a friend who has a trailer parked somewhere on Lake Champlain... AND i get to go to a Teddy Bear factory..... i wonder if they make fairy teddy bears?? i would like a fairy teddy bear i think.

And W/we are going to get to go to a Vermont munch on Friday night..... W/we went once before .. but truthfully i hated the long drive home late at night.... this time W/we only have to find O/our way back to the camp grounds..... YIPEEEEE!!!

Sir told me tonite to pack a paddle .. my cuffs.. and two vibrators....... now it is a vanilla camp site W/we are going to .. so i am thinking perhaps a nice BIG gag might be in order as well.... reminds me of a time long ago.. when i had some friends who were great campers .. they had a Winibago and a sign they would hang on the door .. "if the trailer is rocking don't bother knocking".... nice thing about tents they don't rock.......... but i do think a nice gag might be in order...

off into the wild blue yonder......................

on hats and wanton women

i love hats! i really do.. if i could i would have a wall of hats in my room to choose from...



especially BIG floppy hats that tie under one's chin to keep them from blowing away!!!

or whimsical flowery hats to frame my face.....

or a jaunty little hat tilted at just the right angle to catch one's eye

but i am doomed to wear smooshy hats that i jam on my head to keep the sun off...

It is another one of "god's little jokes" ......... i look awful in hats! they never fit just right and usually one of my ears sticks out, and my hair!! well it will always find a way of scrunching up and poking out here or there... yup definitely one of god's little jokes..........

Hats remind me of a time when women were "Ladies" with a capital "L" ... prim and proper .. white gloves and hats... my mother used to wear a hat all the time... and gloves. Her shoes and her purses always matched... a "Lady"............

there is something about the Lady image... to look like a Lady .. but at home behind close doors....... to be a wanton woman. i think i may just have the wanton woman down pat.. with my Sir that is!!! i love nothing better than to hear the words "service Me"... makes me downright hot !!! i love nothing better than to hear the words "strip" and i race the clock to see how fast i CAN strip for my Sir.

My Sir has taught me (it was a hard lesson to learn) that i am beautiful in His eyes. To my Sir.. i am His "lady" at all times.. in the house and outside the house.. with or without a hat !!!