Announcement

I know I have been absent from The Journey for a bit......... but I have had a really good reason!  an exciting reason !!  a secret that is no longer a secret!!

After a few years of  re-negotiating and talking and (most importantly) loving............

On Saturday Sept 7th at 5:00 p.m. W and i had a re-collaring ceremony in front of 20 new and old friends.

I spent last week (well truthfully longer than that) getting ready for this big day.  We held the ceremony here at the house and had our guests (all 20 of them) stay for dinner.  I cooked and cleaned and got butterflies - and cooked some more.  

But I am pleased to say that the ceremony and dinner went off better than I had hoped, and I am now (once again) collared to Sir.


Here are just a few pictures of the event............... you will notice that keeping with my obsession with all things oriental - I wore a kimono. 

 here i am in the bedroom getting dressed with a close friend's help 

the event was planned to be held in the new oriental garden

However Mother Nature didn't cooperate 

and the rain moved us inside to the living room 

 the actual collaring

W tied rope around my obi to symbolize the bond between us 

 

 And then it was "let them eat cake" time......... 

As well as chicken pastries, ribs, steak kabobs salads and  sweets galore  

And now the next chapter in our life together begins.......... together, loving, and happy!

 

Bad Dream

There were voices lots and lots of voices - raised voices - yelling voices 

And I heard my voice yelling "Master John noooooooooooooooo"

And then I heard a woman's voice saying "front door " and I jumped awake from that dream of raised voices thinking someone - some raised voice - had broken into our little home - my safe refuge.  But it was only the security alarm shutting off ........ only the start of a new day with no raised voices ......... and my heart stopped thumping...............

Poke poke

W humored me yesterday - and yes I do mean humored - I think he could have found umpteen other things to do with his afternoon - but he humored me by doing needle play.  

When we were in Toronto for that Chinese festival - he purchased a couple of boxes of needles.  Not the ouchy - make pretty pattern needles - but my favourite - acupuncture needles (which is not to say they aren't ouchy - just not as ouchy as the other needles)

I stretched out on the sofa and he went to town sticking me..................

I always think needle play must get a little boring for the "needler" as once the needles are in there isn't much else for them to do............  W would wander past every once in a while and rub his hands over the needles - making them vibrate - or pushing down on them - making me moan softly.

It was quite interesting when W decided to give me an orgasm -  all the while he was working inside me with one hand - the other hand was slapping the needles and rubbing them............. I wasn't sure what brought me to the earth shattering mind blowing orgasm - W inside me - or W outside me playing with the needles.

The thing with acupuncture needles when they have been in for a while they start to feel like a million mosquitoes biting  - W took them out when the itching became more than I could handle (never mind the fact I had to go pee soooooooo badly!)

When I saw the after pics I realized the marks left look a whole lot like mosquito bites..... 

  
Now that we seem to have gone back to the "good old days" I wonder when W when bring out the cupping set and a few of the other old toys.............. (cheeky grin) Poke poke!

Old Farts

We were invited to a dinner party on Saturday evening.  The invite said "for dinner and cards".  We accepted.

It's not always easy when you are the new kid in town to go to parties where you don't know everyone - well it isn't easy for me.  I am - by nature - shy and prefer to be with folks I know well.  But I rationalized I know W very well - and I knew one other guest very well - sooooo I would be ok.

We arrived and let ourselves into the house - as a guest on the balcony smoking told us to"just go in".  

I walked in carrying a hostess gift of wine expecting to greet the hostess and the host ... but the hostess was busy playing with the video / television.  In the end I actually followed her to the kitchen - still carrying the wine feeling a bit like a dolt and just thrust it at her and gave her an awkward hug.  

As folks arrived they congregated in the kitchen - I finally went around and introduced myself ........... because I do not know everyone!  Oh I may have met folks once before - but truthfully I do not remember them (did anyone tell me there was gonna be a 'test' months after I did meet them once??!!)

Dinner went ok - the food was ok - the conversation was weird.

Then everyone retired to the "family room" and just sort of sat around.  Conversation turned to the philosophies etc of BDSM and it was starting to flow for me.  Then - one of the male guests got up and left.............. coming back with a backpack filled with rope.  He had - apparently - asked one of the female guests if she wanted to be tied.  

The next thing I knew he was tying her - then the husband of the hostess disappeared and returned with a HUGE pile of rope.  Another male guest started to tie the hostess... and she turned to another male guest and offered him the use of her ropes to tie another female guest.

I glanced around the room (feeling very apart from what was going on) and there were 3 separate ties going on......... the original male with the original female, the hostess was being tied by a male guest  - and another male guest was tying another single female guest.

W and I............... 

Well we were left sitting on the sofa - like a couple of old farts acting as chaperones.

 First rule of BDSM is one does NOT touch anyone else's toys/ropes unless invited to.  There was no way in hell we were gonna touch the pile of rope in the middle of the room without being invited............ and we weren't invited.

Truthfully at that point I could have quite happily stood up and left - but I didn't bring it up with W - it would have been difficult to do it without making a HUGE scene.

When all the tying was over (oh stay with me here - it gets better) everyone seemed to spill out of the ropes and moved to different partners...... or multiple partners.  There was a whole lot of snuggling and touching and sexual tension.

Then one of the guests turned to us - and said  (honestly I cannot remember the context now - just the words spoken) "You two are old"............... WTF????!!!!

He made me angry - and as the famous line goes "don't make me angry - you won't like me much if you make me angry"   I thanked him for his kind words - I pointed out to him diplomatically that age is just a number and I have NO intention of "going gently into that good night" 

Shortly after I asked W if we could leave - I felt anxious and not the least bit safe or comfortable.  And so we left at 1:30 a.m.  I hear the party went on till 4:30 / 5:00 a.m.  I am not entirely sure I want to know what they did for those final 4 hours...... 

I do know that I hear occasionally here in Kingston - people bemoaning how the experienced folks are disappearing - withdrawing.  One chap even said on Saturday that he really wanted to learn about TPE and D/s relationships - but for the most part there was no one to learn from. Really??!! and this surprises you why???  

When your elders - who probably have some of this experience you are looking for - are told they are old - so old that perhaps they should be put out to pasture - the knee jerk reaction is to go "underground" ......... go private  - leave the young 'uns to play their silly little games and wonder where everyone has gone.....................

Because trust me I will NOT go gently into the good night" I intend to fill every moment of my life with 60 seconds worth of living  - I will NOT be delegated to the sofa to sit like an old fart.............. 

putting my soap box away ................

Sunday Sentiments

W sent me this cartoon yesterday - it made me smile.  You see lil miss ashes HATES when the floggers come out... and she cries while W whips my ass - and after two or three hits miss ashes takes off for parts unknown.

HOWEVER

once the toys are thrown on the floor and I am snuggled up on the couch missy reappears like magic and bats the toys and rubs herself all over them......... and if either W or I pick up one and tap her with it.. she rolls over on her back and squirms and squirms purring like mad............. weird cat (as W says!!)