idle hands

(EDITOR'S NOTE: if you believe BDSM - or for that matter - LIFE - should always be serious and full of protocols and bowing and scraping then perhaps you should skip today's blog entry)

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My grandmother ALWAYS used to say "idle hands are the devil's play things" .... and looking back on this week.. she may just have been right........

It all started off innocent enough - honest it did !! i decided to 'organise' my bookmarks.. (i DO like things organized!!) and i was finding - as happens - that many of the urls i had were defunct..... and i was deleting them... i came to a folder in my favourite's list that was entitled "subbie handbook"... and i remembered the day i started that folder .. it was done as a very tongue in cheek project .. i was gonna collect every single humorous.. bad...bit of advise on the net .. compile it into some form of "subbie handbook" and print up a few and hand them out as gifts.. (ok ok questionable gifts.. maybe.. BUT if the Dom had a sense of humour...... it might have been funny right?? !!) And besides - trying to save my reputation and ass here.. i never actually did make up the book.. or give it to anyone !!!

Anywayyyyyyyyyy.. i was going through the links in that folder and finding a few defunct ones.. but i kept stumbling across the funny ones.. the ones that epitomized the whole raison d'être for the original idea......

i re-discovered:
* "Ten things you will never hear a sub say to her Master"
* "The S A M list"
* " BDSM lies"
* "Fifteen Rules I learned the hard way"

and of course the succinct
* "Ten ways to be a SAM"

Ok....... so now .. how does all this apply to the "idle hands" title .. well besides weeding out the defunct links.. some of the articles i read fed my.. ummm.. shall we say... over-imaginative mind...... my cheeky side.. my bratty side??


So that on Saturday afternoon when Sir told me to come and present myself for a good quirting.. (is that a word?? ) quirt = nasty whip thingy that is really truly used on horses' asses to make them run faster or jump higher - i call it a little attitude adjuster for horses.. BUT Sir calls it a toy........ (yeah right !! some "toy"!!)


Anyway.. i was bent over the chair and Sir was going at my ass in fine form.. when suddenly with no explanation i got this image in my mind from one of the links that i read this past week.. about putting on nail polish.......... well i looked at my nails and they were already nicely polished for the evenings outting....... but i did notice - between hits - that the cuticles and my hands in general were a little dry.. i got a terrible fit of the giggles - and not being entirely sure i could pull this off.. i said..
"STOP STOP.. wait a minute" in such a convincing tone that Sir stopped immediately and looked at me with that "what's wrong" look... the minute He stopped i knew i only had seconds to pull it off..

i jumped up and out of position and nearly ran to the hall table.. Sir is gaping at me.. and saying "what are YOU doing??!!" i open a drawer where i always keep vaseline (get your minds out of the gutter - i use vaseline on dry hands !!!) and proceeded to lather some vaseline onto my hands... i thought Sir was gonna explode!!! i didn't want to push it tooo far.. so i scurried back quick as can be and resumed the position.. explaining that while He had been quirting me.. i noticed that my hands were dry!! (said all innocent and angelic like) and i proceeded to work that vaseline in so nicely around my cuticles..

Can you imagine the quirting that followed???!!! i was hollering and yelping and grabbing my ass........ then i was hit with another terrible fit of the giggles... each time i grabbed my ass.. i was leaving vaseline hand prints .... now i can honestly avow to the fact that water/wet ass may hurt more than a dry one.. but trust me folks !!! vaseline on the ass is a kicker !!! and it doesn't evaporate - as Sir so nicely pointed out to me...........

yeah idle hands may just be the devil's play ground.. but play grounds are fun places too !!!

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(FINAL EDITOR'S NOTE: if you wish the links to any or all of these sites.. you will have to leave a comment asking for THEM!! i will not be blamed for polluting the minds of so many innocent - good - well behaved subbies!!! i will post the links - IF - i get any requests - at a later date!!)

by candlelight

i love candles......... love may be too mild a term to describe it.. maybe.. i am obsessed by candles!! every room in my house has at least ONE candle - they hang, they sit, they float, they are big, VERY big, they are small.. they are shaped like flowers, like bugs, like snowflakes.. they are blue, white, brown, green, they are scented and unscented....

My candle holders are nearly as unique as the candles they hold... i have oriental style holders, i have glass holders, i have wooden lantern type candle holders, i have brass holders, i have crystal holders, i have plates holding candles.

i am obsessed with candles.

BUT i have one set of candles that are hidden away....... i have one set of candles that i don't light regularily.. i have one set of candles that ONLY Sir lights. These candles were bought in a shop that specializes in sex toys and BDSM toys... These candles cost me almost an arm and a leg.. but they are as good as they are advertised to be. They create a steady flow of molten wax... a steady flow !!! no drip drip drip.. time to catch your breath between drips.. no sireeee these candles don't do that.. they pour molten wax each and every time........ AND they are hot!! it feels as though the skin is blistering underneath.. but it never does!! Even the black candle does NOT blister the skin (black is reported to be hotter than all other colours)


These candles do not have a fancy or cute candle holder.. not brass or crystal .. no these candles are put in a makeshift candle holder that will allow them to burn down without burning the Sir's hands. This candle holder allows Sir to rest between large patches of work (and much screaming and moaning from me)

AND these candles have not been used in a long long LONG time............until last night.

After Sir had his way with me in the kitchen while i was making dinner.. bent over the counter top.. wham bang thank you ma'am... all the while i am "bitching" i am not in the mood.. dry as a bone.. ouch ouch it hurts .. then of course leaving puddles on the floor falling into Sir's arms laughing and feeling owned and focused........ after that .. and after dinner Sir had me fetch the plastic drop cloth and the candle !!!

i almost skipped downstairs to fetch... memory playing tricks on me.. only allowing me to remember the warmth of the after glow.. not the burning of the initial session.. not remembering the cracking and peeling of the wax on delicate body parts, tugging on hairs... worse than any bandaide being ripped off..

Then i was lying on the floor at his feet....... and He had that evil smile....... holding the candle just above my ass... (He said we could start on the back and move around to the front) feeling the hot wax - not dripping - but pouring down my ass, between the cheeks making me gasp .. shriek.. kick my feet and yell .......... loudly. Himself enjoying the pretty patterns he was making down my back around my ass cheeks, down the crack. Me feeling for all the world like my skin was blistering and me imagining it turning black from severe burns.. wiggling and screeching and pleading...........

Then flip over.. and time to do the freshly shaved pussy area and breasts.. and oh my god it burned worse on the freshly shaved areas... the nipples screamed loud (no wait that was me screaming when the wax coated the nipples and clit )

Then it was over.. and i was trying to breath again.. so sure i was blistered and burned .. and then .. the KNIFE..


the weight of this knife is enough to puncture skin.. this knife is sharp enough to slice off a layer of skin without any effort....... this knife scares me to death.. and it is always this knife that is brought down to remove the wax.

Sir takes his time.. slowly methodically removing the wax from my body.. from my most delicate bits .. reminding me not to wiggle too much.. not to move too much.. "don't breath or cough" so i don't lose a nipple or clit..

Slowly and methodically the wax is peeled from skin and dropped onto the plastic drop cloth..... my body is relaxing into the welts the knife is raising down my back....... Sir spreads my ass cheeks to make sure he gets every little bit of wax........ and i purr.. much like one of my cats......... i purr with contentment.

And all is well with the world on this friday night.

pick your battles..

First off i have to say.. i was more or less raised by a grandmother who believed in fortune telling, tea leaves, and a whole mess of other superstitious things. i have discovered that *this* 21st century woman (ME for heaven's sakes!) has internalized a couple of her superstitions - along with some of her other more conventional qualities.

i love my horoscope. i have a wee calendar on my desk that gives me my daily reading. Most of the time i have to admit, i scowl at the day's reading.. tear it off and toss it. BUT after a week of disagreements at work (hells bells more like a career full of disagreements) this mornings reading made me laugh......

It said: "pick your battles wisely. Your preferred approach to a situation and someone else's preferred approach to a situation are probably not in the same library, let alone on the same page"

How true that is !!! Sometimes i need to be reminded of that fact. i have come to learn that i approach situations very differently than many others. i also tend to believe in social traits that are "old fashioned" and i guess by other's standards out of date - like showing respect .. or sitting quietly during a meeting, listening.

Anyway.. i don't wish to get into the disagreements i have had / endured this week at work.. i have been thinking about my scorpio personality... we are - apparently - and if you believe in this sort of thing......

Determined, forceful, emotional, intuitive, powerful, passionate, exciting, and Magnetic
Jealous, resentful, compulsive, obsessive, secretive, and obstinate. i can see my Sir sitting there nodding in agreement and probably saying "she is all that and more!!"

BUT i have learned over time.. over years... that if i hold true to my beliefs.. that eventually others do come to see at least some of the value in what i say..... i guess they finally get to the right library - maybe still not on the same page.. but at least are in the same building !!!

lotus blossom

My friend Cloud wrote a blog the other day about honour. It was a good post... a theme he often visits. Cloud is an honourable man .. an honourable Dom. We often share some stimulating conversations - especially on a summer's evening at an outdoor cafe sipping coffee.

In his post about "honour" he related this story:
"a story related to me many years ago of a Japanese warrior sitting in the middle of the aftermath of a battle with comrades and enemies strewn about him , his concentration was not on his wounds but that a lotus blossom had survived the carnage"

Then he speculated what the warrior had been thinking........ i haven't been able to get the imagery out of my mind.


The warrior is a fearful image...... in full battle regalia

and the lotus blossom is delicate and fragile....

Absolutely no match for his strength or power.........



It amazes me that the warrior would have even taken time to notice the lotus blossom - never mind study it. His adrenaline must have been roaring through his veins..... heart pounding... wounds throbbing. And yet .. he studied the lotus blossom.......

Yes indeed - what thoughts would have crossed his mind???

i would like to think that his breath would have caught in his throat... the beauty of this one delicate blossom touching something deep inside of him.. perhaps reminding him of a loved one at home... perhaps something more........ Perhaps it was a lesson to him on how Might does not always rule the day..... that sometimes a delicate touch or a soft word can do more than all the swords.. all the fire power.. that man has at his disposal.

Perhaps .. just maybe.. it was a sign to him that life and beauty survive the test of war and time... and will always be everlasting, if one only looks and sees.

new story

For those of you who missed the announcement ..

there is a new story posted on the Fictional Journey - see the link at the right.