Spankings and corsets

Sunday morning W and I were lazing around watching the Sunday morning news show... i was playing my online games ........ and W said - out of the blue - "Are you almost finished?"  No I wasn't ...so W said "Tell me when you are".

My heart started to beat a little faster........ and I admit I didn't concentrate as well finishing up the game.  Once I was finally done........ W told me to go find some toys as He wanted to play. 

P L A Y ??? 

On a lazy Sunday morning??? at the house???
This hasn't happened in ......... like........... forever !!!
and I offered up my usual whining ......... "but YOU have all the good toys!"  W didn't bat en eyelash - told me to go to the car and get what I wanted from his toy bag.  WOW!  He had brought the toy bag too???!!!

I went upstairs and decided I really did have a couple of toys He could use (save me from having to find something to wear that was public viewing friendly) and then I decided I would have W help tie me into my new corset.  Time to find out if all the hype was right - the new stays were supposed to allow me freedom of movement while shaping my body............. AND the most important bit - they weren't supposed to press into my lower belly where the insidious abscess resides. 


W was delighted to tie me into my corset - and tie me good and tight.  At first I had that moment of panic - 'I can't breathe' ..'my ribs are gonna fold in' .. 'it is gonna hurt SO bad'....... but none of that happened.... and it even felt comfy (well as comfy as any tightly tied corset can feel)


Then the first test of the freedom of movement claim - I knelt down and bent over the ottoman.  (easy as pie - with only a little discomfort at first) 


And then........... the leather strap started it's work on my ass........... and with the first hit I remembered how long it had been since we had played privately.  


There is a big difference between private and public play - for me anyway.  First off publicly my mind is already there - knowing at some point we ARE going to play.  Then there is the exhibitionist part of me that wants to bare my ass and have people watch it get beat...... And of course there is the energy that comes from a public play party.  

At home it is just W and me - no music - no flashing lights - no spectators - no energy - no hype - just us and the pain.

Wearing the corset while W beat my ass added a whole new dimension to the session..... it felt for all the world like I was tied down tightly - it felt like an elephant was sitting on my back...... it felt like I really couldn't move.......... 

And what a glorious feeling that was !!!

Add to that the fact that I was wearing ONLY my corset and every other bit of me was open and exposed and 'in your face' sort of thing..... and I felt ........ sexy.  Yeah sexy - that doesn't happen too often...... 

W was having fun....... first the strap - then the quirt - then the crop - then the strap again... and I was wiggling my ass at him something awful ............not to be cheeky (excuse the pun) but because ...... damn it !! ........... it hurt.

Then the rhythm kicked in......... and I was riding the waves of pain - like they were soft gentle waves in the ocean......... and it felt oh so good !!!  W stopped... saying something like "I gotta get a pic of this nice rosy ass" and flash flash the camera went off..... and then it was back to riding that HUGE wave............ towards my fairies and endorphins and sheer pleasure. 

At some point I felt W push my legs apart....... 
And then He was between my legs playing with my intimate private parts...... coaxing them to open up like a flower to the sun............ and then the fireworks were going off in my head..... and my body was arching upwards.......... and I remember hearing myself moaning and crying out......... 


And then I was half lying sideways on the ottoman - trying to catch my breath - thinking to myself - W does find me sexy !!! and that was just another piece of the puzzle that needed fitting in..... and deep inside I was glowing - and happier than I have been in a very long time !!!!




After care in our house - usually involves a drink for me - a drink for W........ and miss ashes checking that the coast is clear so she can snuggle up amongst all the toys and purr to her heart's content.......... 

I was purring too...... when I snuggled up on the recliner to bask in the warmth of a red ass.......... an earth shattering orgasm ...... and knowing my W loved me

Happy Hallowe'en

Ok so W and I went to town yesterday to get a fitting for my corset... of course I brought my camera - I HAD to have pictures of this grande Hallowe'en party

Our first stop was the corset stall - and yes I got a fitting and came home with a brand new corset...

Right beside where we were was this stall selling masks.... and trust me I do NOT mean kids' hallowe'en masks....

These masks are fetish re-makes of the good old gas mask......... Can you believe these things????!!!!  I had nightmares last night of green monster faces chasing me !!!!  AND people actually wear them  to events !!!!  




Then there were some 'normal' folks dressed in their rubber or latex or just plain out of this world clothing....... I have to admit to a fascination with the idea of wearing rubber AND there was a stall with rubber kimonos and I did try one - for all of 30 seconds!!  The smell got to me and the texture against my skin........... let's just say I do NOT have a rubber or latex fetish!!

There were cross-dressers galore and more tattoos than I could count.........

W and I came home hot and tired - and very glad we are just normal folks.... (cheeky grin) well normal BDSM folks... (and yeah yeah I know .. it's not politically correct !!)

Yes - No - Three Bags Full

 OR - passive/aggressive behaviour............ 

I have been dealing with a whole mess of people just lately who are driving me NUTS.  It started off in my personal life - and then at work.  My mother used to say "the whole world can't be wrong and you be right!!"  So I had begun to think that I wasn't as patient and understanding or caring as maybe I should be.  


This week - when I was chatting with my principal about some weird shit (my definition) that I was noticing - she laughed and said "OH MY GOD!!  they are SO passive/aggressive".


I remembered the term - after all I used to teach "difficult children" ......... BUT it has been - ok never mind - just believe me - it has been YEARS since I took my psychology degree.  So this morning I went back and found the definition  of passive/aggressive behaviours.  (I'll move on to "how to deal with it" later)


Do you even know what I am talking about?? I am gonna bet you know at least one person who is passive/aggressive.  


The definition of passive/aggressive (in layman's language is)
A person who is openly passive - but secretly negative and resistant.  This behaviour usually manifests itself as learned helplessness, procastination, stubbornness, resentment, sullenness, or deliberately failing to complete tasks for which they are responsible - usually blaming something or someone else for their mistakes or inabilities.


You know someone like that don't you??!!  


Well I have a whole mess of people like that filling my world.


W has been amazing at dealing with the one p/a who is in our personal relationship....... and in the process has made me feel loved and cared for .. and truly His number 1 !!!  He has put his foot down with this person........ and has been very clear that certain behaviours and blaming me will just not cut it anymore with him.  


The interesting thing to me is that now she is all over me in a game I play (on line).  In the past she said she found it boring and would never play it - but since W's talk with her - she is now all over the game and me in the game............trying to help me.. trying to be nice to me..   ugh....... Passive/aggressive.


Ok - here's perhaps a better example.  


Last Monday I had a meeting with all my staff.  I was very clear about the schedule for this year.  I was also very clear that all 6 groups would be doing the same thing at the same time.  Example - at 3:30 every child in the building would go outside for some free play time... they would be encouraged to run around - be kids - and blow off steam.  At 4:00 they were all to come inside to do homework.  I asked my staff if they all got it?? any questions?? I looked around the table and everyone was nodding and agreeing.  Good - it seemed pretty clear to me.

On Wednesday - our first day with the kiddies - at 4:10 one of my staff was in the big room fishing out balls and outside play equipment.  I left my office and asked her what she needed the toys for???   She looked at me like I had grown two heads and said "well we are going outside to play and the children need the outdoor toys".  I bit my tongue..... I bit it HARD.  Then I took her aside and asked if she had forgotten the schedule I had set out on Monday - just two days ago???? She looked at me like I was a big meany.......... and started blaming me for a stupid schedule.  (shrug) I played my trump card.  I told her I was the 'boss' and it was my schedule and she would stick to it... like it or not.

In my opinion and in my experience - passive/aggressive sorts will try and wear you down........... they will continue to defy the rules - blame others - and refuse to take responsibility.    When caught they will cry and beg forgiveness - they might even "suck up" for a while - but eventually the old passive/aggressive behaviours will be back.......... 

When I read further in my books on what to do with these sorts (other than tear your hair out - or kill them) I'll test it out and let you all know - eventually - if anything works.


For now though........... what is working for me is deep breathing ............ and biting my tongue........ 

Oh and if you are interested in what I did to further the understanding of my "rules" I printed up THE schedule and gave everyone a copy - this way no one can say they didn't understand.

I survived

Well the first 3 days of school are over........ and I survived !!!  But it's more than survived... I enjoyed it.... 

W has been trying for years and years to teach me to stand up for myself.. to stop people from demanding more and more from me.... and I don't know - it feels like all his lessons finally took.

I haven't let the principal walk over me.. I have jokingly made her listen to me.. more than listen.. HEAR me...

I have told one staff member that she is disrespecting me and I don't like it and it will stop........ 

I told another staff member that I am in charge and she will please do what I ask.. and if she can't................. well I let the ending just kinda hang there.. let her figure it out...

I have put in 10 hour days for 3 days straight - and didn't even need a nap when I got home !!!

I have successfully kept stress from crossing my office threshold.......

BUT 

I think the very best part of this week........... best ever... the reason I do this job........ is the number of kiddies who hugged me and told me they were glad I was back......... 

And I am............ back......... stronger than ever.

Not very politically correcty

This is Fetish Weekend in Montreal.  It is the 7th year.  So I guess it is pretty much an annual event.  

I have been giving it a lot of thought this year.....and asking more than a few people if they are attending.  The folks I asked said no...... it was expensive and not exactly their cup of tea.  They were very polite ... very politically correct.  

W and I are going to the vendor's show on Saturday - cause I have to return a corset and the woman I bought it from is one of the vendor's this weekend.  But that is all we are doing.  I have been so busy at work this week that I haven't done much thinking about the weekend - but tonite I went on Fetlife to discover that the "weekend" actually started yesterday.... and goes to Monday.

There were all sorts of pictures up............... and all I could think was ...... 'it looks like a BIG Hallowe'en party for grown ups'.  And yes yes I know that is not a very politically correct statement.. my whole feelings about this weekend are pretty negative.  It seems to me that it is a bunch (huge international bunch) of pretty people dressing up.. and parading from one party to another - where they stand and model - and oogle all the other pretty people dressed up......... 

I keep asking myself what it all has to do with BDSM.. and then I really do try and stop myself - and remind myself of the adage we live by "your kink, my kink" but. sadly, I am not doing very well.  I just kinda stare at the pictures and try and understand it all......... but I can honestly say I am not succeeding.

I can't wait till all this hype is over.......... and W and I can back to our S/M play parties and I can get my ass whipped........ cause god I need a good whipping...... and that is something I understand!!

For those of you not versed in our Fetish Weekend.. here's some pics I found from previous years............ 

Enjoy................