Bouncing Ball

It has been awhile since i posted a bouncing ball blog....... you are forewarned........

When we got home from our little vacation, i went to visit all my regular blogs.. check up on everyone and make sure you all played nicely while i was gone... one of my favourites .. and a dear friend... Cloud/drakor had not posted for much of the time we were away. At first i figured he was busy with home and family and life in general........ but when he didn't reappear over the weekend i called him ............. when he answered i didn't even recognise his voice it was so weak and soft. It turns out he was in hospital all weekend.. and is now being treated as an outpatient (from what little i could get out of him) ... He has a "blood disorder" which seems a very vague diagnosis........ but then i keep reminding myself he just wasn't up to talking... i can't get him out of my mind... he would be cross with me for "worrying" so i am NOT worrying!!! BUT i am thinking about him.. and THAT is allowed (small stamp of foot) one thinks about friends who are ill .. right???

AND i am a little frustrated with blogspot.. god love 'em.. BUT come on... it takes forever to load up the program "create new post" and pictures won't upload at all .. (i have to go through the back door so to speak) .......... now i know i shouldn't "bitch" about a program that is free.. that allows me to ramble on without censorship....... but still and all... can't we get this thing working properly once and for all??? (Now tell me that no one else is having this problem and i will panic cause it will mean my poor old pc which has been limping along for ages might just be really sick!!! )

AND then i just realized that July ends this weekend!!! Where the devil has the summer gone.. in exactly 2 weeks (give or take a day or two) i will be back in school!! i had such plans for this summer.. i bought 7 books and have only read 4....... i wanted to work on my secret garden and am only half finished.. i wanted to scrape down the basement windows and get them painted and i haven't even bought a scraper or sandpaper or paint......and i wanted to go and see my grandson play at soccer (play AT .. because according to his mom he hasn't quite got the idea of playing soccer yet.. he tends NOT to try and get the ball away from the other kids cause according to him.. "they had it first!")

AND i don't want to bitch about my task list from Sir cause being GOS He will probably ease the load....... and i guess i don't really want to ease the load...... just want to bitch about it.. a story a day while He isn't with me He said.. and i have been writing like crazy....... but i am running out of ideas...... AND (pouting just a bit here) i was getting encouraging comments on the stories.. BUT they have dried up.. soooooo if anyone is actually reading my stories.. can you give me some suggestions for story lines...... please???????? i went to the well and i think the well is drying up.........

AND i don't know why .. but there is a blog which will remain nameless who's owner/author drives me absolutely NUTS.... can anyone please explain to me why i keep going there to read what is written?? i need my head examined.. i just don't need the aggravation.. but something swan said about poor advice and jumping in without looking rang so true..... some sites/blogs just shouldn't be read by newbies.... and in my case.. some sites shouldn't be read period!!!

Now i really do believe i have bounced around enough....... i have a story to write and a house to clean and a dinner to prepare - Sir is entertaining this evening..........

A good beating

i had really thought Sunday would be a day of rest here at the Condo... We had had a busy week .. and a long drive on Saturday and i just figured Sir would be pooped and glad of a day of rest, especially since He had told me He wasn't staying over Sunday. "ASSUME" - makes an ass out of you and me right??? well out of me for sure....

Around noon Sir announced that He thought it would be a good idea to go downstairs and have a "GOOD" session. (actually i think He used the word 'beating' ) boy i must have been ready for a session cause no sooner were the words out of His mouth than i was standing naked at the door... panting like a dog in heat... and oh oh!! i was feeling just a tad bratty and just a tad devilish...

Downstairs Sir put me on the cross (it had been a while and funny thing was - i love the cross with a capital "L"ove .. but i was disappointed i wasn't gonna hang from the chains so He could beat both sides.. go figure!!!)

Sir picked up one of the more wimpy toys we have .. a rubber flogger and went to work on my ass... i was yelping and laughing immediately .. hanging onto the cross for dear life.. twisting and turning and looking back over my shoulder reminding Him it had been a while since we had had a GOOD session and i was a BIG wimp.... He just laughed and didn't pay attention to me...

Soon after though He switched to the circus whip .. laughing He told me that He thought it would be a good idea to start with the tough toys and work down to the softer wimpier ones... oh yeah??!!! i didn't particularily think that was the route to go.... and of course told Him such... smart assed mouth of mine !!! It wasn't long before i was yelping out "oh f**k.. oh f**k.." after each hit.. kaya - i didn't even bother to use "stop mother blankety blank blank" i just developed an immediate sewer mouth and used it.. Sir was laughing and suggested that the norm was for the submissive to say "one Sir.. thank You Sir" .. not "OH F**K" after each hit.

After what Sir deemed was a nice "warm up"..... warm up??!! He calls the circus whip a WARM UP???!!! He moved right along to the cane. Now the cane is the one toy i do LOVE to hate.... if you have never had a cane used on you.. let me describe the delicious?? sensations one gives.. the strike compresses the tissue and muscle which creates a rather loud OUCH and then a couple of seconds later as everything bounces back the blood flows back in and there is a second OUCH!! (kinda like removing clamps - as the blood flows back it almost hurts more than when they went on) ... Sir absolutely delighted in watching me dance a little jig after each strike.. and enjoyed listening to my sewer mouth.... (hey i did warn you i was in a devilish mood).... i do believe i alternated between "OH F**K" and "OH SH*T" and finally landed up - as is my habit from time to time - in fits of giggles.

Sir then brought out the BIG guns.. the Gorean Whip.. this leather treasure is actually 3 broad strips of leather that work together much like a whip - even has the very nice crack of a whip - but the crack happens AS it hits its target.. NOT in the air!!! Sir worked that whip up and down my ass.. moving down to my thighs .. making sure that He got my soft spot more than once!!! and that the whip wrapped nicely around each thigh to mark the insides as well as the backs... It was somewhere around there that i felt myself giving over.. and i called to Sir to stop for one second.. i had IMPORTANT news... (stupid news if you ask me today!!) i was in the mood.. IN THE MOOD !! to have my breasts beaten...... god i do believe Sir is making me into a masochist!!! i asked Him ever so nicely if.. when He had finished with my ass.. IF He could turn me around and work on my breasts... and Sir... being GOS (good old Sir for those of you who missed the posts about that anagram) confirmed i really wanted my breasts beaten!

Sir is always ready to oblige a hungry needy submissive ........ so when He had finished with my ass He turned me around and picked up the cane.... He looked me in the eye and said "What do you think ?? 50 strokes each breast??" At that point it was all i could do to nod. i did however keep track - somehow - of the hits.. counting them out to Him.. even god only knows why! pointing out to Him that He had missed one to the right side.... i got up to around 20 when honestly i have no memory of anything else.. i was watching the red lines blossom across my breasts.... and wondering if Sir could /would make a checker board pattern .. when i heard His voice coming through the fog saying it was enough!

The one thing... it is very rare that i argue the end of a session... and yesterday was one of those days... He unclipped my wrists from the cross and i slipped easily down to the floor on my knees to thank Him....... it was like my body was a mass of jelly with no bone structure to hold me upright.

And now for your viewing pleasure .. my stripped breasts....

(some time today for those of you interested.. i will be writing a story for the Fictional Journey....... as per my summer orders)

Family Holidays...

This vacation was a family holiday. Now you have to understand that my brother is - basically - all the extended family i have left.. He also lives a life i left behind over 10 years ago. BUT he is still family ... and he wanted Sir and i to come up and see their new "cottage" they had just had built....

Now to fully understand how "happy" i was about this holiday - you have to understand that i HATE driving anywhere - anything over 3 hours is wayyyyyy too long in the car for me.... AND this trip to the cottage was gonna take 7 hours or so....... already i was really happy. Then i had this email from brother dearest asking about sleeping arrangements.. did i wish to have separate bedrooms?? sighhhhhhhhh ok ok.. so my brother needed to get to know Sir better !!!

Now add to all of the above that this was gonna be so vanilla .. so stiff .. so formal a holiday.. that it was gonna squeak..... loudly! i will not bore you all to death with the minute details of a vanilla holiday with family .. in a cottage .. with one sunny day and one rainy day. i will say that no one was murdered... there were no family arguments .. and Sir and i managed to leave yesterday feeling we had done our "family duty".

There were a couple of moments that made this holiday a private memory though...... like Friday morning early...

(outside our bunkee - which was where Sir and i elected to sleep - much to my brother's discomfort - a bunkee is a little one room bedroom that is down from the main cottage - usually reserved for the kids - and is on the beach)

i was sitting on the stone bench watching the ripples in the water when Sir came and joined me. In no time at all He had me standing bent over the railing while He fucked me from behind........ god!! i didn't dare make even a whimper as sound cares so well at 7:30 a.m. across the lake........

And then coming home....... both Sir and i were getting a little restless in the car when out of his jacket pocket came the clamps....... i was ordered to fasten them to my pussy lips for the ride home........ boy oh boy the bumps in the road sure kept me awake then!!!

So we are home.. for a week or two.......... Sir still has a couple of holiday trips planned - both thankfully under 4 hours driving... and both with a whole lot more BDSM mixed in to add some flavour and interest...

It is good to be home.. now i must read everyone's blogs and see if you all played "nice"................

"our bags are packed"

(singing)

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I'm standin' here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn

The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn

Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me

yup.. that's right Sir and i are off for a couple of days holiday.......

Now everyone play nice while we are away.. share.. be good to each other.. and don't forget me!!! i'll be back blogging probably by Sunday..........

(i have left you all another posting to the Fictional Journal AND some sexy pics (well i think they are sexy!!) on the photojournal to give you something to read while i am away..... )

on male submissives......

i have always maintained it takes a very strong character to be a submissive/slave. BUT these past few days i have been thinking how much stronger a character one must have to be a male sub!

Stereotyping tends to guide our preceptions... if one sees a male at a munch (let's say) one tends to assume first that they must be Dominant. (ok ok except for the few exceptions that give off very strong submissive tendancies... and yeah yeah i am probably sterotyping yet again!!) However my point is.. see a male and (ok ok !!! ) *i* tend to assume they are Dominant. One expects males to be dominant by nature. (god how bad we are!!!) i tend to wonder if this is why so many male subs tend to be switches.. to alleviate our misconceptions of male submissives...

Anyway.. that wasn't what i really wanted to get into today... i have been thinking/remembering the few times i have seen male subs at play parties.. public and private. What i have experienced for the most part is humiliation play - by dressing them up in frilly women's clothing. ok that is fine if that is what the male sub is into.......... BUT what about the male submissive who is a real masochist ??? Most female Doms i have watched don't seem to do much more than dress 'em up and parade 'em around....... how boring if you are a masochist...

A few weeks ago Sir and i went up to the private retirement play party, and i was fortunate enough to watch a scene between a female Domme and her male partner. i have known submissive 'd' for sometime now..... but have never actually been fortunate enough to witness a scene with him. i watched as his Domme strung him up on chains blindfolded, spread his legs with a spreader bar and reached for a flogger. His penis was flaccid and almost hiding. She started with soft slow strokes across his belly and thighs.... almost touching his penis but not quite.... i sat mesmerized watching the gentle flow of the falls from the flogger.. watching how she came ohhhhhhhh so close yet left him wanting. She changed floggers and the "game" continued.. so close yet not close enough. i watched while his limp penis started to rise to the occasion (shall we say). i couldn't believe it.. well yes i could.. but still.. it amazed me! ( 'd' is fortunate to be well-endowed and the scene was demonstrating just how well endowed he was. ) Still there was no direct contact with his penis just his belly and thighs.

i watched as she switched toys again.. this time picking up a small single tail whip of some sort (i don't know all the correct names for all the many different toys) and i watched as she lazily swung it back and forth across his belly and moving down.. ever downward until this time she connected with his penis. How do i know??? 'd' never made a sound, but he did go up on his tippy toes and was thrusting out his pelvic region towards her. i was fascinated - and couldn't look away. Over and over again this single tail nasty looking thing criss crossed his penis and balls. She stopped for a minute and reached out grabbing the end of his penis and pulling it towards her, lifting it slightly. (none to gently either!!) Then resumed the criss cross patterning over his balls. 'd' was rolling his head from side to side and even at the distance i was from them, i could hear his soft moans.

After a time she dropped the whip thingy back on the table and picked up a bag.. believe me when i say 'd's penis was no longer hiding, but standing straight up at attention. She knelt down before his penis and again lifting it with one hand, she proceeded to apply clothes pegs to the skin of his balls and surrounding area. Once she was happy with the placement she went back to the table and picked up the whip one more time...... This time she took careful aim and proceeded to attempt to knock the pegs off of 'd'. WOW what a scene it was! And she was good, more than one peg clattered to the floor while 'd' moaned even louder.

Eventually the whole scene ended with 'd' being lovingly and tenderly stretched out on a towel on the floor where she proceeded to finish the business of knocking the pegs off while 'd' masturbated.

Now that to me was A scene to behold. (not the masturbating !!! the whole scene!!! actually modesty made me turn away while 'd' masturbated - giving him privacy from my prying eyes at least!) i wonder how many male masochistic submissives were jealous that evening of 'd's scene........ and to be honest i counted myself lucky that no one actually SEES my arousal when the whip or flogger criss crosses across my ass........ how embarassing would that be.......

anyway...... all of this just goes to show me that a strong submissive male or female with luck will find the Dominant of their dreams - one who can give them exactly what they need and want............. not just frilly underwear.