Lazy Hazy Summer

Being me - I love routines - even in the summer.  Over the years my summer routine has evolved into - having breakfast outside under my lil red umbrella with a good book (or not so good book).  When the sun gets too high and too hot I come inside and do some housework.  I usually go back outside around 2ish to read until dinner time.  Some days if I am feeling particularly lazy I will have a little afternoon cat nap curled up outside in my secret garden.

This summer has been a little crazy so far.......between trips to Kingston (which have left me emotionally and physically drained) and chores that got shelved until school finished and the tremendously high heat and humidity - I honestly haven't fallen into my summer schedule.  


Yesterday however I did find myself outside early morning sipping coffee and just enjoying the stillness around me....... I prayed none of my neighbours would be up at that hour - as I had 'snuck' outside in my pj's with my coffee.  Then I got to work cleaning this place....... it was in such sad need of a good cleaning - I am embarrassed to say I actually had "dust webs" !!!  By the time I was done - it was just too hot and humid to move outside.  The air conditioned house was the only place to be.............. 


The problem (in my opinion) with central air  is that the windows are never opened.... I seem to live in this artificial environment of soft whirring sounds and filtered air.  I never hear a bird chirp and or a kid laugh.  Late yesterday afternoon I realized I was going nuts from the quiet....... So once the sun was gone - I opened all the windows - turned the A/C off and just relaxed listening to the quiet evening music of the outdoors.


I read some more 50 Shades - and though I find the writing less than stellar - the 'juicy bits' remind me of when I was in my late teens early 20's and had discovered the "adult section" in the book shop.  I used to love to read the stories from Victorian England and stern "uncles" who chastised and spanked their wayward nieces.  Ana left a comment yesterday on my post about 50 Shades that pretty much nailed it.............. 

she said

I'm sure you'll enjoy them - sitting there making up your own stories in your head while they play along on the pages.

And that's what I have always done - read the lines and created - embellished the plot - with my own fantasies..........  I promise to keep you updated on the story line as time goes on........... 


Tomorrow W and I are going back up to Kingston.  It's just a one day trip though - so we are taking the train ......... the train is only - supposedly - 2 hours - so hopefully the trip will be less trying on both of us.........and who knows - maybe by Friday I will have something concrete to talk about re our house search.

One job I do have on my "to do" list for this summer is to start emptying  out cupboards and bookshelves and all the nooks and crannies and sorting out what to keep and what to donate to charity - combining two homes into one means a whole lot of "stuff" has to be gone before I move............. I am seriously considering putting the lil condo on the market come the fall......... 


And that's about it for Wednesday ......... a little of this and a little of that

High Heat and Humidity

I don't read much during the winter months - well not for pleasure.  I do read lots of educational crap....... but my pleasure reading is saved for the summer.......... for those hot and humid days when there is no energy to do anything....... On those days I curl up under my red umbrella and read my days away.

W gave me a Kobo for my birthday ....... (Kobo is a Canadian version of kindle) and over the weeks/months prior to the summer I started downloading books - ready for my summer marathon of reading.

I had the trilogy "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" I also had a couple of James Patterson books downloaded and ready to go.  

Then I heard everyone talking about this book "Fifty Shades of Grey" including my eldest daughter who sorta kinda recommended it to me - MOM.  Mostly vanilla folks who pooh poohed the whole thing (though it amazed me they had read all 3 of the books - if it was that "disturbing") I heard folks in BDSM yawning over it...... 

Initially I had no intention of downloading it........ I didn't need another book of fantasy to amuse me........... BUT I admit I weakened and downloaded the trilogy.  

Since school has finished I have been devouring "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" when I read the last page of the last book I was left wanting more............. 

But yesterday (another day of high heat and humidity warnings) I opened up the Kobo and decided to pick another book and get reading..And yes you guessed it - I opted for Fifty Shades of Grey.  


At first I was bored - flipping quickly through the opening pages - thinking to myself that the book had been written for college kids....... a little steamy novel to amuse the 20 somethings...... probably the 20 something female sector.


And then I came to the part where the heroine is introduced to the red velvet room of pain...... and then to her consentual deflowering...........ummmmmmmmmm my imagination stirred........ ok ok I admit it - maybe more than my imagination stirred.


I didn't read much further than that juicy bit of the book - before putting it down for the day....... but it left me thinking....... 


Back in the day - BDSM made my stomach knot and made butterflies as big as elephants march around in my stomach.  There is something about an over active imagination to make the mundane more exciting - more thrilling - more seductive.  


I realized over the past few years I have stopped fantasizing about BDSM.... and I wonder if that is why the heat .... the desire.. the drive for BDSM has diminished.  Perhaps I need - and W needs - a little tantalizing fantasy to enrich our lives....... a little eroticism to bring back the heat and humidity to our relationship......... who knows?? 

I do know I will be reading the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy from beginning to end......... it's peaked my curiosity in more ways than one.
 

Promises Promises..........

So.......... to refresh everyone's memory.........

Wednesday evening we arrived in Kingston - and did NOT go to a munch - so we had all this time to kill in the evening.  Oh we could have wandered around the downtown core and watched all the buskers performing.......... BUT .......... we both knew we had another busy day coming up on Thursday of house hunting.... so we headed back to the hotel.

I had stripped down to just the bare essentials when W opened the hotel room and went out to the car............. He returned with the BIG toy bag!!!  I knew I wanted it..... and yet I didn't either.  My mind was swirling around thoughts of finding a home and all the "what if's" that have become part of our home search.  My tummy was still grumbling over the less than stellar meal I had had....... and I couldn't help but wonder what lying on my stomach would do to all the 'grumbling'............ 


BUT as I said the other day ...... Rule #1 the Dom is always right..... so if the Dom thought a session was in order - who was I to suggest maybe it wasn't the bestest of times........ huh??? 


I laid prone on the big queen sized bed and held on for dear life.  It had been weeks since we had had a session - and I knew my tolerance levels were going to be at an all time low.  


I am pretty sure W started off slowish (slowish for him that is) with a paddle - but soon - very very soon - He had warped it up to a cane.............. have I told you I HATE canes??? I wiggled all over that queen sized bed... I clutched at the blankets ... I cursed... I wiggled some more...... but there was no respite for my ass.  


Ohhhhhh W will tell you he took great pity on me and rubbed my ass a couple of times.. He even switched toys .. from the cane to the tawse - and then back to the lexon cane (which hurts wayyyyyyyyy more than the rattan one!!) and even a flogger or two.. and then back to the canes.  I do believe W was taken with canes on Wednesday evening... very taken with them.  Pity I wasn't as taken with them............ (cheeky grin)


I am guessing it was a good 40 minutes of caning and spanking before I felt something ice cold being applied to my ass........ (which if anyone is interested was red..... bright red ... W said it had gotten red really fast this time.  Well DUH!!!  the skin was virginal - I tell you - VIRGINAL - it had been so long!! of course it was RED)  The cold was to help with the swelling and hard lumps and bumps that develop from deep tissue bruising - the only type of bruising I seem to suffer from ......... 


Then it was a hug for the old Dom and murmurs of thank yous and love yous.... and I was left to rub my ass - and be awed by the hardness on both cheeks......... 


Thank god the real estate agent had nice comfy padded seats in his Jeep on Thursday - otherwise it would have been a very painful long day of house hunting !!

Sunday Thoughts

Do you remember the lil girl who came to my office, climbed up in my lap, in the "big comfy chair" and cried silent tears as she told me how scared she was that her mommy would go up to the sky???

When I said goodbye to that lil one two weeks ago I wondered silently in my heart what her summer would be like.  BUT like all of us - once I got busy with my summer plans - with house shopping - and planning for retirement she slipped from my mind. 

I received an email yesterday from a colleague of mine -  "mommy"  died last Sunday. 

 

A funny thing happened on the way to.......

 

Actually it was neither the "forum" or the "asylum" but a funny thing did happen on the way to the munch............ 

But we have to start at the beginning......... 

So going back to Tuesday.............. 

I had been busy getting bits and pieces done around here - like taking my car in for servicing - and then the netbook went tits up so I had to take it in......... I was just meandering through my days with nary a care because............... BECAUSE.......... W had said we wouldn't be going back to Kingston for more house hunting/shopping before NEXT week.

Then I am not entirely sure what happened - except my whole world got turned upside down.  Sometime Tuesday evening I read a cc'd email between W and the agents....... in it it said we would be arriving on Wednesday evening and would be ready to see houses on Thursday.  I shrugged it off figuring (see me not use the word "assume"??) that W was referring to Wednesday NEXT week.

However I was alert enough to fire off a quickie to him asking for clarification on which WEDNESDAY he was referring to.............. right -  you guessed it (and shame on you if you didn't get it right !!)  He meant THIS Wednesday .

While I was spluttering at this end - running a multitude of "must do" lists through my head - W added that there was a munch on the Wednesday night - we would do that as well.  Which meant I had better go RSVP for it - before I pulled together a hasty list of properties to see on the Thursday and send it off to both W and the agents.

By the time my head hit the pillow on Tuesday evening - I had RSVP'd (without paying any attention) for the munch - had pulled together 8 more houses to see on Thursday... packed a bag and fired off an email to my girls telling them I would be away in Kingston again.

We left here around 2ish on Wednesday and drove the 3 hours up to Kingston - checked into the hotel and then after a very brief rest we headed downtown to attend this munch / slosh - whatever the hell you want to call it.

As W and I were winding our way through tourists trying to find our way to the Irish pub - I asked innocently enough if he knew the name the reservation was in............ no he didn't.  Well we finally found the Irish pub (name in Gaelic and impossible to pronounce or spell) and wove our way through the terrasse tables - into the inside and wandered a bit aimlessly through the inside trying to spot a familiar face (yeah right !!)  

Finally a waitperson asked us if we needed help.  W announced we were meeting up with a group - didn't know - couldn't remember - the reservation name.  The waitperson looked at us as though we were speaking a foreign language - there were NO reservations for that evening, but she suggested we wander up stairs and see if our friends were there ............. 

We didn't see one kinky perverted person in the lot - until - as we were heading back to the door I recognised a woman from one of the munches we have been to....... (I think it was the lunch one we went to last week) and I marched up and said "Hi" ........ she seemed surprised pleased to see us and after the usual mundane hellos - etc......... I asked when the munch was.  "Slosh" she corrected (they appear to be a bit anal about terminology in Kingston) and said it was Thursday evening NOT Wednesday evening.  WTF??!!

I looked at W - but one should always remember Rule #1 in BDSM - the Dom is always right.  Of course it had been my fault that I had not double checked a) the reservation name and b) the date of this so-called slosh.  

We left the Irish pub and worked our back to an English Pub where we grabbed some food (not that good either) and then headed back to our hotel.  (The fun and games that happened in the hotel room will be disclosed in tomorrow's blog) 

We did however ........... finally....... make it to the slosh on Thursday evening............... met a whole bunch of new folks and a couple of familiar faces.  Had another less then stellar meal - and are fast learning the politics of this new BDSM community - feelings appear to get hurt just as easily - noses out of joint  just as easily - in Kingston, as in Montreal.  oh joy!!

It wasn't quite the comedic relief of a "Funny thing happened on the way to the Forum" but it was a bit humorous in a kinky sort of way.............