One more time.......

Remember these guys?? the bull dog clamps??? i am beginning to think they are fast becoming Sir's favourite task for me. Last evening Sir was out for dinner... so i got busy and did paper work, cleaned the office - you know what i mean.. got things done - after all i wasn't expected to be online at 8 pm.

Well slap me upside the head!!! At 6:00 pm just before Sir left for dinner.. He sent me an email that required that i put two bull dog clamps on my pussy lips for 15 minutes... remove them and masterbate with my favourite vibrator BUT not to cum. Then at 8 repeat procedure. At 9 take my bath and then go to bed and masturbate till i cum. Great.. only problem was .. i didn't log on till after 8 to receive this task email! What a rush trying to fit everything in before the 9 o'clock bath time. i had to report to Sir this morning that as much as i did orgasm after my bath.. it wasn't a particularily earth shattering one.

Welllll guess what folks?! Sir is working tonite.. and i got an email when i arrived home reminding me of this fact.. and ordering a repeat of last night's tasks .. but on schedule!!
Two nights in a row of bull dog clamps???!!! and i thought i was gonna have another night free to get the cleaning done........... oh welllllllllll such is the life of a subbie........ and maybe Sir won't notice the hair balls under the couch ??

no spring chicken......

It was brought to my attention this past weekend that i am no "spring chicken"........ i never gave it much thought.. the age people who drop by here would assign to me... BUT when i look at the blogs i read.. and calculate their ages.. they are mostly young 'uns. Certainly young enough to still be raising their own children.. and struggling with all the ups and downs of parenthood and juggling a BDSM lifestyle.

i on the other hand am on the other side of spring chicken........ where they have pms .. i have menopause..where they have kids and kids schedules .. i have grandkids.. where they juggle BDSM and hide the toys and the play.. i have an open play room.. and virtually no hiding anymore.... and where they have health and vitality i have aging bones and an aging body that creaks in the mornings and yells at me regularily.

Only problem is....... my mind doesn't see me a day over 30 (ok ok probably more like 4 or 5 years of age if you listen to Sir!!) But somedays i feel as though my body has betrayed me... i should be able to bend into a pretzel shape for Sir's bondage.. in my mind i can!!! i should be able to burn the candle at both ends and not be any the worse for it........ unfortunately i have trouble burning the candle at one end anymore !!!

What would i trade for my youthful body / mind and soul again??
NOT a damn thing !! i earned every creaking bone/joint.. i earned every grey hair on this head of mine.. i earned every bump and bruise i have on this road of life.. trade that experience away ?? not on your life !! That is not to say there aren't days that i don't bemoan this aging process... the doctor's visits to tweak meds to keep me healthy.... the days when the body just doesn't want to jump through hoops .. or run the extra mile...... BUT on the whole growing old is not for the faint of heart or weak...... go back and find my blog on the purple hat......(hope you have more luck than i did......) but i will quote the last few lines of that poem........

Maybe we should all grab that Purple Hat a little earlier.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen within her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole.
But true beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows

contemplating my navel

It has been a tiresome weird sort of week.......... started on Monday when my doc decided to tweak my meds ... and diagnosed that i had some weird and wonderful virus that was slowing me down and making me feel like something the cat dragged in.. (great time to tweak meds!!)

The rest of the week was spent (literally) dragging myself off to work .. trying to survive 7 plus hours there.. then finding the strength to drag myself home again.... usually for a brief chat with Sir.. a bath and bed...

In the mean time the new meds decided to work over time and my body has been struggling to deal with what the medical profession calls normal.. but what my body doesn't understand......... all to say i have been flip flopping between being light headed.. sleepy and just plain dopey (NO comments from the peanut gallery about my being dopey thank you very much !!!)

This weekend i had managed to find enough strength to be semi human again.. so Sir and i went and did a wee bit of Christmas shopping (and don't get me started on Christmas !! the usual yearly compromise plans have all gone to hell in a handbasket and i am wondering if Christmas will even happen in this lil house) And then last evening we went off to a friend's 40th surprise birthday party.

If there was any doubt in anyone's mind that the combination of virus and new pills was dragging me down..... it was all banished this afternoon when Sir applied clothes pegs to my soft pink bits .. oh yeah AND my breasts.. and i managed to fall asleep!!!! Go figure!!! and trust me when i say .. it hurt like hell when they came off.. my sleeping body bonded (literally and figuratively) with the clothes pegs .. and it was all one BIG OUCH!!

And i am still contemplating my navel .. looking for answers to age old questions... like peace in our time and feeding the multitudes with 5 loaves and fishes..... knowing in my heart of heart my beliefs can not all be wrong.. or all naive.. and somehow somewhere there is an answer.......... and one day mothers won't feel guilt and children won't hurt.. and what is that quote ........... the lion will once again lay down with the lamb........??

the road less travelled...

Wellllllllll sometimes i do believe i am like a pussy (cat that is!!) know the expression "curiousity killed the cat - BUT satisfaction brought him back??" i have started to notice more and more blogging 'buddies' are switching to the new beta form of blogger.......... and i was sooooooooo curious.. what new challenges lay ahead???

So being me... i had to do it this morning.. when i really should be getting ready for school.. ready for Sir's arrival this afternoon........ but ya know .. i just had to try it... had to !!!

And so i am off to take the road a little less travelled and explore the challenges of this new path............. it would seem nothing much will change for you......... even my archives and links everything have followed me willingly ................

And so it begins......... again.

Just funny...

Now this is just funny......... kaya had one of these quizzes on her blog today... one of those quizzes that i usually can avoid.. but this morning it seems i have a virus on my pc .. so i am busy scanning and can't do much else.. so i took the quiz... now don't ask why i wanted to know what kind of American accent i have.. seeing as i am Canadian.. but hey.. this quiz is pretty damn accurate.. check it out...........

What American accent do you have? Your Result: North Central "North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a Canadian a lot.