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I admit it I love quizzes... you might even say I am addicted to them.  Most of the times the quizzes I take are pretty much dead on.  It always fascinates me how dead on they are... makes me almost believe in them.

The other day I found a different sort of quiz. This quiz promised to work out if you were submissive, slave or bottom.  AH HA !!!  The definitive answer to what I am !!!  How could I NOT take it??!!!!!

So I loaded up the quiz and answered all the questions.  The result was not what I expected... so I took the test again...... and got the same answer..... 

Curious to know what it was??? 

"The Caged Animal

Like a wolf in the zoo, you are untamed, but captured. You won't do chores and you don't like pain, but you enjoy being made to behave.

Hey! You scored 47% Service, 50% Pain, 59% Ownership and 59% Force"

UGH !!!  originally I thought the result said I was a service sub...... but now that I have re-read the results I realize it doesn't say that at all.. It says a whole lot more.... results that are confusing the hell out of me.. 

Untamed??? enjoy being made to behave??? 59% ownership??  47% Service?? 

I thought I had it all worked out.. thought I was a bottom.. thought I would never ever do service again.. thought I was a masochistic pain slut.... thought I was an independent woman who might even dabble in domming again.  

UGH!!!  just when I thought life was falling into place........ 


It seems I am going back to the drawing board.......

Neat and Tidy

 Unlike most of the world - I do not have a blackberry - or an app phone - or an electronic agenda of any sort.  (nor do I want one)

I have a date book.... an agenda... a calendar book... a journal.. whatever you want to call it.. I have one.  I keep important dates in it - like birthdays or appointments or meetings - I will write notes to myself in it... even shopping lists. I'll scribble phone numbers in it (usually without a name to go with it - which makes for some interesting phone calls)

I love the feel of the paper, love my own scribblings in it.... with different colour pens (as the mood strikes me - or the pen I can find).  It isn't very neat or tidy.  There's lots of shorthand that only I can read.  But it keeps me on track... it helps me remember "stuff" !!  I even tuck bills that need to be paid at the bank in it, mail that needs to be mailed, even a cheque or two that needs to be deposited.  It is a handy hold all - do all and I love it !!

Lots of people would look at my handy dandy agenda and think "What a mess!!" but it makes perfect sense to me.... It is my guide through the mine field that can be life.




But it is my firm belief that if there isn't some sort of organization to life then things fall apart........ and get stressy ..... and get forgotten... or ignored.

I wrote Warren an email yesterday.  Talking about stuff....... mostly stuff...... but in it I mentioned some ideas I had to get us both on the same page - the right mind set when we are going to play.  I think ........ no I firmly believe .......... that when we move from vanilla times we need some mental signal for both of us.....that there is a transition happening.  


I don't think it has to be anything terribly fancy or ritualistic or crowd gathering either.  I think the simple act of my handing him my collar to put around my neck is sufficient for us.  I believe right now it is confusing and stressy to arrive at a play party with no outward signal that things are changing.  The mind needs some prompts..... a transitional signal.


I need things to be neat and tidy and organized...... even if it doesn't look all that neat and tidy and organized to others.  


I know Warren prefers flying blind... letting things happen as they will.  Yet Warren has an electronic agenda to help keep his life in order... help keep it neat and tidy and organized.  So there is a part of him that craves order and consistency too.


I think we are gonna work on an agenda for play parties.  What to do when and how... 
Yeah at the beginning it will feel a little funny .. a little strange... a little awkward.  But the more we do the same things in the same way....... the easier it will become.. until the day comes when the transition from vanilla couple to Dom and bottom falls into place as neatly and as easily as writing a new date/appointment in our agendas.  


And then Warren won't feel as though his "mojo" is off kilter, and I won't feel as though I am topping from the bottom... and we will have found one new comfortable way to do this thing called BDSM - our way !

Romantic Weekend.........

Ok no description of our weekend away would be complete without pictures of our hotel room........ To be perfectly honest - it wasn't exactly what I had envisioned..... but it was ours for 24 hours.. a hideaway from the real world............ 

Living room

Sleeping area......

Such a comfy bed !!!

The view from our little "Juliette" balcony

We had a quiet intimate dinner at the Royal Oak and then back to the room to get dressed in our New Year's Eve finery before heading off to the club.

Miss Jenn (owner of Breathless) had really out done herself with the decorations... truthfully - they took my breath away.  The walls were covered with white sheer fabric - behind which were twinkling white lights.  There were hundreds of snowflakes hanging from the ceiling........ the food tables were covered in white table clothes with white netting hanging around them.  Most of the furniture was covered in white slip covers.  It was truly the right atmosphere for a "Snowball Gala".  

I was surprised by the average age of the attendees.... mostly early 30's.  I felt a little odd and a little out of place.  Warren and I really didn't know any of them.. and all our "old" friends were no shows.  BUT to the credit of the guests there, we were soon pulled into groups chatting......... and made to feel right at home. 

The big surprise for me was bumping into a young couple from Montreal.  To spare you all the boring details - the reader's digest version of this couple is......... she came out to a few of my "sub meetings" back in the day, and we got to know her Master.  I honestly didn't think much of them when they disappeared from our view.... they were young and busy.  But funny enough - not long ago I brought them up to Warren - wondering where they had gone... and wondering what they were doing now.  And lo behold they were at the Gala.  I was pleased and touched when they made an effort to come over to us and re-introduce themselves.  We got caught up on their news... and it was nice touching base with them.

I was getting restless - a little bit.  And asked Warren if we could go play - before the stroke of midnight.  (now that might have been a bit bossy - but I needed to DO something.......... and somehow having my ass beat seemed like a good something to do.)

I picked a massage table to play on as Warren had brought the knives and knife play usually makes me totally and completely weak kneed and I much prefer to be lying down than propped against some large piece of equipment.  

He started off with a blue rose leather paddle I bought him last Christmas.  From my vantage point it felt damn good.  But I sensed he was struggling a bit.  And he did say at one point that he didn't know what to use... as he stood surveying the collection of toys.  I said I was totally enjoying the paddle... and so he went back to it.  And the scene continued with whips and floggers and more whips and knives thrown in for good measure.  I was all wiggly and wet and happy and dancing with my fairies.  Not realizing that for Warren there had been a problem.  

Warren wrote about it on his blog "Mojo" If you have a couple of minutes perhaps you would go and read what he has written and if you have any experience/suggestions/ideas as to what happened or didn't happen you would let him know.  

After we played we had some snacks - why is it every time I play I get the munchies - just as though I was stoned ??!!  

Midnight found us wishing new friends and old "Happy New Year" ........ but best of all we wished each other Happy New Year - with a soft romantic kiss......... I honestly don't know if a "Happy New Year" ever meant as much as this one did .......... 

It was a grand party - a grand time away - and a GREAT start to 2011.

(talking about new years and new starts - I have decided it was time for a new look on "The Adventurous Journey")

Wrapped up

We drove home this morning (after an excellent time in our Nation's Capital - more on that later) wrapped up in a ghostly fog that seemed to cut us off from the world.

Bryan Adams was singing on the cd player... my hand on his thigh... love filling the interior of the cardinal red car.. the miles flew by.


















And so the holidays are all "wrapped up".

Happy 2011

Happy Happy New Year!!
May 2011 bring you all that you desire.....
Happiness,
Peace,
Joy,
and Love.