High heel shoes

For some strange weird reason i have been thinking about high heels.. strappy high heels and painted toes. i have been reading a blog entitled Buffalo’s path......... this vanilla-ish chap (forgive me Buffalo - but this how i see you) packed up everything in the spring and headed out on his Harley to hit the back roads and travel through America. It has been an interesting.. some times amusing, sometimes thought provoking journel of his travels. BUT the one thing that stays in my head from all the words / themes he wrote about .. is strappy high heels and painted toe nails.. go figure !!!

Most of the time i do NOT wear high heels. For the most part i find them uncomfortable, wobbly and frivolous.

There is a girl i work with who wears just such shoes.. strappy high heels with painted toes. Now i can't say they do much for me.. and i have been known to question her ability to interact with the kiddies appropriately in strappy high heels. But she has proven herself more than once ready willing and able to keep up with the kids even in her strappy high heels. *i* on the other hand have always worn "sensible" shoes to work.

Once upon a time i was married to a man who stood 6 feet 8 inches tall in his stocking feet, i stand a mere 5 feet 6 inches. He, needless to say, liked me in very high heeled shoes. i had a cupboard full of them. But truth be told .. i prefered to go barefoot.

A week ago we had our new friend from Texas over for dinner. She noticed and commented on my painted toes (i was barefoot at the time) . Now most of the time in the summer i DO paint my toes... whatever colour hits my fancy - anything from bright pink - to muted mauves. i do NOT paint them in the winter cause who sees 'em under thick thermal socks and boots??

i guess i would paint them if it mattered to Sir. Quite truthfully i have no idea what He thinks about strappy high heels and painted toes... maybe i should ask Him.......... i do know i have what i call my "geisha" shoes which are rather high platform shoes that i wear on occasion. i love them but can't walk particularily fast in them. i do know i used to wear high heels when Sir and i were first together, but i don't seem to anymore. They hurt .. they make me wobble, they do seem frivolous. i would much prefer being bare foot.

Now.. i have been thinking.. IF this chap Buffalo should accept the invitation that both french maid and i have extended .. to come to Quebec for a visit, will i actually fish out my strappy high heels and make sure my toes are freshly painted....... probably not... if Buffalo has a shoe / toenail fetish.. i will leave it to french maid to sport the strappy high heels.

(and yes i have posted to my fictional blog... )

apples and oranges

i was reading blogs this morning.. do you know how many smart women there are out there in blog land??? it constantly amazes me..

This morning magdala (of the corn husk fame) wrote about apples and oranges.... i kinda took that post and the post by swan about why she blogs .. and the post from kaya about being a parent.. and it all came together in my head.. sorta like some exotic juice ... a blend of many different flavours...

And whether or not we are all "real" (a great debate that rages on ) or half real.. or all fiction.. does it really matter?? we pick up a little bit of information here.. a smile there.. a tear over there...maybe even a major temper tantrum in another area.. it is all (in my opinion) stimulants for the brain.. the legal kind.. thought provoking .. make me think.. make me feel..

and i have been reading a couple of blogs by newbies.. by submissives looking for a Dominant.. and struggling with their search.... wading through all the apples and oranges.. looking for just the right blend for them.. and it made me remember my own search - many long years ago........ and how i wistfully wanted what so and so had... i longed for what that one had. or that one...

In the beginning (a good place to start) Sir and i both struggled for what fit us! a little bit of this.. a little bit of that... years of blending and mixing .. adding and subtracting.. et voila .. here we are 5 years later with a mix that fits... sometimes it needs a little revamping.. a little dash of this.. a little bit of that.. but still we are where we need to be right now.. and isn't that all that really matters in the end result........

life is a journey (yeah yeah i know i have said that before.. and trust me i will say it again) and the important thing is the journey......... the lessons we learn .. the growth we experience.. the people we meet.....

apples and oranges and kiwis and mangos and bananas.. and every other blend you can think of........ that is what life is about.. what makes it exciting !!!!

(another entry to the fictional journal some time today...... and i do believe it is time to add a couple more pics to the photo journal.... just click on the links in the right hand column)

Stormy weather

Well it isn't any secret that we have been having particularily hot weather... hot?? god worse than hot!!! Yesterday with everything factored in .. the temperatures here in the Great White North hit 43 degrees celsius or 109 degrees for my American neighbours. Now .. when you get heat like that a thunder storm is never very far behind.......... have i told you i HATE thunderstorms.. i just want to hide under my bed.... trust me when i say .. that is exactly what i should have done last night !!

The storm was ugly (in my opinion). There wasn't a break in the lightening strikes.. the sky was an ugly colour .. the wind howled... trees went down.. roads flooded and of course the power went off... i survived.. or at least i thought i did...

This morning i had power but no air conditioning and no television... i had this eerie feeling that the crash i heard last night on the roof was my satellite dish disappearing. Now who ever heard of a satellite dish disappearing!!?? It was just my imagination right??? Wrong........ being me i couldn't shake the feeling there was something majorily wrong so i went outside to take a look... no dish on the roof.. now do not ask me where the hell it is .. cause i have no idea!! i am hoping against hope it is just lying flat and that is why i can't see it. BUT the problems don't end there.. i called the tech line and told them my problem... (this is the same company that has owed me a credit for over 8 months and trust me when i say i am fighting mad !!) i managed to get a tech who was having a bad hair day.. and i am guessing (forgive the expression) someone peed in her cherrios this morning.. cause she was none too helpful.. snippy even... ok ok she was downright rude. The best she could do about getting me a tech to take look was a week......... a week!!!!! Hang on a minute here... a week???!!! It took less time to come and install it .. then to come back a few months later and fix the original installation... grrrrrrrr.. my blood was boiling.

Sir had the name and phone number of the Vice President of the offending company. i was on my last nerve so i wrote a nice firm letter explaining ALL my problems and asked quite politely why i shouldn't switch to their competitor. Then i called him.. then i asked for his fax number.. then i went out to find a fax machine... then i came home and called him again 'cause his fax line wasn't working!! i asked for his email (why i didn't do that at the beginning is beyond me!!) i sent the email... i went to buy groceries in heat that is building to another storm.... then i came home.. then i got a phone call from some executive or other .. who said he would fix all my problems... do i feel comforted??

Now the tech will be here Friday morning to fix the satellite dish (hopefully if it is there) and my long overdue credit will be on my next bill (i will believe it when i see it)... However i did get the air conditioning working and the house is finally liveable again..

Oh yeah.. did i mention i went to work on the web site for my private business and royally messed that up???? It is now 4:30 and i haven't written an entry to the Fictional Journey yet either...

did i mention last night i should have hid under my bed???

i HATE storms...

(off to write yet another entry in the Fictional journal... otherwise i will have Sir to deal with and that is worse than power blackouts, lost satellite dishes, web sites that get screwed up AND summer heat!)

on punishments..

Back when....... i had a punishment list... yup a punishment list.. every time i would break a rule or protocol Sir would have me write it down and when He was here with me.. the first thing that would be taken care of.. after the formal greetings.. was the punishment list.. i would have to go and bring the book down (and yes it was a book) and read to Him the punishments in it... You might be wondering HOW in god's name i could earn punishments when Sir wasn't even here with me... trust me when i say it was easy - way back when.

i was supposed to text message Him every time i went out, and when i came home... if i wanted to buy something on the spur of the moment i had to phone Him... (Sir loves cell phones!! i tend to find them annoying) .. and that was another punishable offense.. if i forgot my cell, had it turned off, or the battery wasn't charged. i had to be available to Sir at all times. The list was quite long of do's and don't's so my punishment list tended to be quite long as well..... at least until i got the hang of it..

Sir always tried to fit the punishment to the infraction.. it wasn't always easy and sometimes it was just as easy to bend me over the chair and use the "board of education" on my ass until i was in tears and promising to never forget again.

i remember once i changed purses and didn't have my panties in the zippered pocket .. Sir and i were out to dinner and He opened my purse just to check........ my stomach sank cause i knew what He was looking for.. (oh yeah.. see i wasn't allowed / still am not allowed ...to wear underpants but always had to carry a pair JUST in case!!) The punishment for not carrying a pair with me was the next day i had to wear a pair of thongs backwards .......... all day long! By the time i got home from work i was climbing the walls.. underwear is NOT supposed to be worn backwards - trust me !!

Now i don't believe i have blogged much about punishments... mainly cause now they are few and far between (hells bells - eventually i had to get IT! ) On a blog i occasionally glimpse at.. there was an entry about punishments and how phoney subs are when they don't write about what they are thinking when they are being punished.... i went WTF when i read that.. but it did make me stop and think.... what do / did i think about when i was being punished???

i think mostly i just gritted my teeth and endured.... sometimes if i felt the punishment was unfair i would be wording (carefully) my entry for my private journal to Sir (which is my "free time" to discuss respectfully whatever is on my mind) about how unfair this punishment was. Mostly i think i was glad of the punishments.... i had broken a rule and i wanted it over.. i hate having things hang over my head... i desperately wanted the punishment. Once i remember .. the fates had lined up that Sir and i had a couple of weeks of no private time.. and the punishment list was growing.... longer (if memory serves me right) by the day .. the longer we were apart. Finally i was a puddle of tears.. i wanted the list cleared!! Sir actually made a run out to the house JUST to do the punishments so that i could relax ...........

Rules / protocols and punishments - for me - are ways that Sir shows me He cares about my well being.. my welfare... and that He loves me..... Now i am seldom punished - (oooooops i can see Sir frowning at me ) ok ok.. there is a new rule (well not SO new - but being enforced) where i must stand quietly and wait for permission to enter a room.. i tend to forget frequently - especially if i am 'on a mission' ........ the "board of education' is getting quite a work out again.... but slowly it is coming... this new protocol has all sorts of potential for bringing out the brat in me.... but mostly i do try very hard to toe the line - so to speak.......

If there is a best part about punishments.. it has to be the forgivenness i feel when it is over... Sir always pulls me into His arms, holds me close as i sniffle and the last few tears roll down my cheeks.. i thank Him quietly for correcting me... and He kisses my cheek and forgives me.. and we start again with a clean slate...

(for those of you who have been following the Fictional Journey (see link to the right) the new week has begun - again!!! i have posted a rather tongue in cheek story today... )

Detailed weekend...

i had intended to write.. and did actually.. a detailed description of our anniversary weekend.. but blogger wasn't in a cooperative mood last evening.. and everything went poof.... soooooooo you all got the short "reader's digest" version... This morning i am feeling lazy and contented and have decided to try the "war and peace" entry again............

Ok first off.. my gift to Sir:
My gift for Sir was a carved wooden box (because wood IS the traditional gift for 5 years and we are just sooooo traditional dontcha know!!) Now before i go much further you have to understand my gift giving practices - at least with Sir..... i try very hard to give symbolic gifts.. if they are useful all the better. Inside the carved wooden box, this year i gave Sir a pocket watch.... because i have always maintained the very best gift He gives me .. is the gift of time.. (as well when we play publically He always removes His watch in case the clasp comes undone and the watch goes flying across the room........... the pocket watch can rest safely inside his pocket out of harms way) On the cover of the watch was a picture of an old steam engine (Sir loves steam trains!!) and to me it symbolized our "journey" together over these last 5 years.. and in the years to come...

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The weekend:
Last weekend driving home from our little holiday at my brother's cottage, we stopped into Kingston for lunch, and some wandering about. We discovered that the old Fort there was going to have a military tattoo on July 29th. Sir bought tickets and reserved a room in a local hotel .. and that is where we headed this Saturday. We spent a glorious afternoon roaming around the fort (despite the pouring rain) up and down stone steps.. finding hidden stone rooms up long stone staircases

i am this history freak so needless to say my imagination ran wild.... and i didn't even blush too much when Sir had me stand in one of the dungeon rooms... lift my dress and take some shots.. (He does love the pics He finds of naked women out in public... god only knows how they do it!! truthfully!!)

Anywayyyyyyyy getting back to the day.. in the evening we went back to the fort for the military tattoo which was long.. way too long for my poor lil ass to sit on a hard wooden bleacher - 3 1/2 hours long to be exact!! But it was moving, watching the marching bands, the girls doing their celtic dances, the fireworks .. all of it... absolutely breathtaking!

Sunday found us on the road again.. coming home.. and i thought the weekend was finished.. glorious as it was.. i hadn't received the anniversary spankings kaya talked about in the comment section........... but i was NOT going to pout!!!

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Sunday afternoon and evening:

Now back tracking just a wee bit.. on Friday morning we picked up our friend from Texas to go kinky shopping before she headed home.. while we were visiting my favourite shop Il Bolero, i found the most interesting new toy. Now you have to understand something about my toy shopping... when i am buying it for me... (rather than as a gift for Sir) i tend to try and find toys that are different.. we have floggers .. we have whips.. i look for something out of the ordinary... and i found this lil toy hanging all by it's little lonesome.. it resembles a black piece of hose...... not rubber but some sort of hollow rope. The handle is bound in tape, inside the hollow rope is a tubing of some sort that goes about one third of the way down.... at the very bottom of this 'hose' is a piece of lead shot. i offered it to Sir to try on my ass - to the delight of Johnny the owner of the shop - and i yelped quite nicely even through my slacks!! Sir gave me permission to purchase it.......

Now back to Sunday evening......... Sir had brought this "puncher" (my name for it) up to Kingston, but because of the late hour returning from the tattoo, and my already tired sore ass, it didn't get more than a few practice swings against my bare ass.... Sunday evening i brought the puncher to Sir and asked (ohh so sweetly) if He felt like really trying it out........ of course He agreed.... now i can honestly say this puncher is gonna be THE toy for lazy doms.. or tired doms.. Sir sat quite comfortably on the sofa and took a couple of practice swings... and OH MY GOD! what punch that toy has............ Sir said it left rather interesting marks on my ass - but i haven't seen the pictures.. i just know that it didn't take much for me to be wiggling around, then finally flopping over on my side and begging for no more.. of course after a little breather there were more!!! It was afterall an anniversary spanking.. something to be remembered !!!!

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and that dear friends .. is the weekend in review........ the detailed version!

(and now i will go and answer some of the questions left in the comment section of the blog - for those of you who asked!!)