Rainy day

We woke to black skies and pouring rain.  I have the lyrics rainy night in Georgia running through my head - can hear Ray Charles as though he was sitting opposite me singing away.

This rain has put the yard renovations on hold.  We have had a week with contractors coming out our ears......... fence fixers, fence painters and deck builders. 

The back yard was a "clean slate" with a fence around it that had never  been maintained... can we say "'boring" and "ugly"??

 

The back yard has looked like a construction site all week...............

And it didn't help that the front deck - attached to the front door had been stained and we had no front door access for 24 hours.  

We had a "kid" ( when you are old!  everyone looks like a kid) building our deck.  He has to be one of the most skilled, dedicated workers we have had around here.  He arrived every morning by 7:30 and worked straight through till 3:30 - virtually no breaks.  When I would pop out to see how the work was going - he would look up and grin at me - every once in a while he would ask me if I liked it.  

Yesterday he worked like a dog -  his plan was to finish it all off by quitting time.  And he did it !!  He even helped W screw the base to my BIG red umbrella to the deck.  And at my request - got rid of all the left over earth, roots and stones.. even raking the lawn to bring the grass back up.  What an amazing kid!!

So the deck is done -

But the fence still needs one post fixed and to finish the painting.  Not today obviously - maybe tomorrow.  The one thing that W and I are having to get accustomed to is this small town mentality.  Most of the contractors (not the deck kid) come to work when they feel like it and leave when they have had enough.  And if the fish are biting they don't show up at all.  

The fence work should be done sometime next week (I would say tomorrow - but I am learning) and then the landscapers show up to dig out the sod and put in flower beds.  

But for today - it is raining and dark and dreary..

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Oh yeah quick question here............ 
Know the poll at the end of each blog entry?  I know that some of you from time to time hit "like" .   So far no one has hit dislike - but yesterday someone hit "more please".  and that has left me confused.  (yeah yeah I know why did I put that choice there if it was gonna confuse me!)  More of what ??? I kinda thought I summed up service subbie  - more of what service subbie is?? more BDSM realities??? can you leave me a little note in the comment section - or email me if you wish ?? The reason I am asking is........1)  if someone is gonna take the time to click a poll button I would like to answer them and 2)  I am always looking for more topics to write about - so a "more please' would generate (possibly) something else to discuss.

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Service Sub

It seems to me that when submissives talk about being a "service" sub they have these glamorous images of serving him coffee on their knees - blow jobs - hot maid outfits and never really getting dirty.  (who would want to get a french's maid outfit dirty that probably cost more than a week's wages?!)

It seems to me that a lot of the images that come to mind when we think/ discuss D/s relationships - involve hot images of sexy activities.

 The truth of the matter is a 'good' service submissive is not glamorous or even that sexy.  It involves rubber gloves - not pretty latex gloves - but ugly bright yellow rubber gloves that our mothers used.  It involves hot water and cleaning fluids and scrubbing floors that are really dirty and need to be really cleaned.

Service involves making meals he wants to eat when you aren't hungry or don't really like what he wants for dinner.  It means watching one more television show that you can't stand,  It means washing his dirty clothes and folding them and putting them away so he doesn't have to think about it and probably won't even notice.

Service doesn't involve Masters standing with their hands on their hips watching your every move - with a whip dangling over their shoulder....threatening a good beating if you miss a fleck of dust.  The reality - the truth - is you clean and cook and take care of him because deep down inside you have a burning need to do it.

And if at the end of the day - he finds a whip or flogger and you get your ass beat - or you have mind blowing orgasms - it probably has nothing to do with the service  - but more with his needs.

So make sure - before you sign up for a "service subbie" position that you can see past the fantasy and into the reality - and do it for the internal pleasure it gives you to make His life easier.

     

Adventures and Date Night (part 2)

W and I have this - ummm what to call it?? - agreement is as good a term as any other.  Most of the time we go "dutch" when we go out.  BUT in our agreement one or the other can invite the other one on a "date"... in which case the invitee pays.  

A couple of weeks back I really wanted to go and see the Buskers - so I invited W on a date - to see the Buskers and go for dinner.  We had a delightful time  walking the main street in Kingston  - in sunshine - and had dinner in a delightful restaurant.

This past weekend W invited me on a date to go and see the 75th Anniversary of  the Fort Henry Tattoo.  There is a whole long history on military tattoos - but what we went to see was a show of various marching military bands - drums and pipes.  
 
Now where as *my* date was held on a nice sunny evening in downtown Kingston - W's choice of date involved being in the Old Fort - exposed to the elements - sitting on bleachers in a parade ground of an old Fort.  (btw - I LOVE the old fort and W and I have been to to it on many different occasions - one - if memory serves me right - involved my flashing W for photo purposes - anyway I digress) 

We decided to have dinner at the Fort and try out the show night Barbeque.  It sounded like a good idea at the time.  However - despite arriving at the suggested 5:30 hour...... there was already a long line up for hamburgers and hotdogs and salads.  Only to discover there really wasn't enough seating - visitors who were not having dinner had taken over the picnic tables to sit and chat while they waited for the gates to open for the tattoo (at 6:30)

As W and I balanced dinner in one hand - drinks in the other - and squeezed onto a picnic bench to consume our meal - I watched as black clouds rolled in over Lake Ontario.  BIG BLACK threatening clouds I might add.

At 6:30 we filed into the parade grounds and found a seat on the top level of the bleachers (good for picture taking).  By this time we had the rain coats on ... and finally I gave in and popped the umbrella.  

I could not resist teasing W about his choice of date night - sitting in the rain, huddled under an umbrella and promised I would "bitch" about it on my blog.  (cheeky grin)  I do love to "poke" the dom.

I leaned around W and shot this picture of the "nuts" like us who by hook or by crook were gonna see this infamous Tattoo.

The show started on time at 7:30 with the Town Crier (yes Kingston has a town crier who actually shows up at City Hall regularly to announce the news)

The clouds were breaking up and we were all praying we had seen the worst of the rain.

And then we were entertained by drum and pipe bands from various Ontario cities - with varying degrees of fame.

By far the most entertaining band - was the Junior Naval band.  They consisted of young people between the ages of 14 and 18 and had only been together for 3 weeks.  Their band leader was full of enthusiasm and energy and boy did it come across in the bands performance.  Those kids looked like they were having fun!!!

Then there was the Pipes and Drums from Hamilton I think, with their Scottish dancers,  By this point the sun had set and picture taking was more difficult...AND the rain had returned -  but the young girls were charming to watch.

And finally - what I had been waiting for - my favourite band - The Old Fort Henry Guard.  More historical than the other bands - they went through their paces with finesse.   

All the bands came back for the grande finale - the flag was lowered to taps - and then there were fire works that were loud - very loud!!  

 As much as I have had fun teasing W over "his date night" It really was good fun and one might say almost romantic.. the two of us huddled under a big black umbrella at the top of the bleachers in the far corner ............. hell if we had been teenagers we might have even done some "necking".
 

Adventures and date nights (part 1)

 Friday evening W and I decided to go to a munch - about an hour and half away.  W had a doctor's appointment here in the city mid afternoon - and our  plan was to head off immediately after.  Now I really should pay a little more attention to times for munches.  We were on the highway heading off to the munch when W suggested we stop off in a city on the way and "poke around".  I looked at the clock - it was pushing 5 pm.  so I said I didn't think it was such a great idea.  (thinking the munch was at 6 pm) AND W did want to stop at the BIG apple store on the way,

Now I have heard of this BIG Apple store for almost 10 months now I guess.  And I vaguely remembered seeing some BIG apple sitting on the edge of the highway the few times we have done the drive to Toronto.  I had also heard this BIG Apple store makes the very best ever apple pies.  Well I am not a big pie fan - though I don't mind apple pies.  BUT my favourite apple dish happens to be apple bread and apple muffins made on a local farm in Montreal.  I couldn't imagine anyone matching their baked goods.

We stopped at the Big Apple -- with all the tourists and their buses.  OH MY GOD!!  who stops in the middle of nowhere - on the 401 - to take pictures of a BIG Apple??!!  Hundreds of people that's who!!  When we got out of the car my head kept swiveling this way and that............ there was a petting zoo (mostly goats and smelly sheep and chickens) .. there was a mini putt .. and a train (which wasn't working and no where to be seen) AND the huge shop.  

We entered the shop and the scents were amazing.......... cinnamon and ginger and apples.  The counters were groaning under packages of apple fritters, apple jellies, apple pies, and more apple pies, apple muffins and apple breads.  There was a restaurant and a touristy trap gift shop.

Fortunately the 4 bus load of tourists were just finishing up their visit and were in the process of leaving.  W and I got to poke around quietly.  I took stock of their products and picked up one loaf of apple bread..... deciding if it was half as good as the apple bread/muffins from the Montreal farm - we could always come back and pick up more (but I had my doubts) 

After paying for our purchases (W bought some apple cookies) we headed outside to take in the petting farm ......... one thing about petting farms that I will never get over is the stench........ ewwwwwwwwwwwww.... 

Then we piled in the car and drove the last 10 minutes to the town where the munch was.  That's when W told me the munch started at 7!!  (who plans a dinner munch for 7??!!)  and it wasn't quite 6 pm.  We decided to follow the road south until we hit Lake Ontario (just to pass some time)  

The view was magnificent.  The sound of the water lapping on the shore hypnotic.  Honestly I could have spent hours just sitting by the water's edge with a good book listening to the birds and the water and enjoying the solitary quiet.  I even dared to dip my toes in the water.......... YIKES!!!  nearly forgot how cold the damn water IS up here in the Great White North.

Finally we headed back to town and the munch.  As always - good fun - good people - lots of conversation and laughter.

ooooooooooops I nearly forgot to report on the apple bread.  I had some toasted for breakfast on Saturday and W and I had ham sandwiches on it for lunch on Saturday - and I have to admit - it was pretty damn good!!!!  I am thinking we'll be heading back to pick up a couple of loaves and freeze them.



Stay tuned for tomorrow's post about "date night" ............ 

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