Some Memes

Some memes, to prove I haven't forgotten you all!

1. How seriously have you considered a purchase of the new iPhone?
I haven't. I have an iPod, and I have a cell phone. I don't need it. I wouldn't mind having it one day though.
2. Have you ever camped out to purchase something?
No way. Nothing material is that important to me.
3. What is the most important piece of jewelry you have ever purchased?
Well, since I didn't purchase my engagement and wedding rings, I'm going to have to go with my mommy/wife ring. It's white gold with my husband and son's birthstones.

4. Take the quiz: What gem stone are you?
Couldn't get the quiz to work...
5. What is your birthstone?
Diamond
6. Are you more likely to own an article of jewelry with the quiz result, your birthstone, or neither?
N/A

1. While in a forest, you see a cabin ahead, you ________?: Take a picture of it.
2. In the cabin you find a large chest, you?: Check to see whether it's locked.
3. Suddenly you hear a noise coming from the outside, you________?: Go to a window and look out.
4. The adventure over, you leave the cabin and________?: Continue my hike.

All's well :)

So sorry for the lack of entries! I figure you're not here to read about vanilla stuff, and we really haven't had many kinky experiences lately. We've been in our new house for a month now, and we've not gotten back into the rules and routines of M/s yet. Hoping to get back to it soon, but we've got a lot on our plates at the moment, and it's just really not top priority at the moment. Things are starting to settle down a bit, so hopefully I'll have some interesting posts in a few weeks - we're about to have my niece and youngest nephew visiting for a couple of weeks, so I'm sure it won't be until after that.

We've had two nights of "kinkiness" since we moved in. I'll tell you, what really stands out in my mind, is that he masturbated on me for the first time ever. Ultimate feeling of just being completely used. I loved it. :)

The Rooftop

We're in the new house now, but we're nowhere near unpacked. I've been told I have until He gets off work Friday to get this place under control. Which, I suppose means to get everything that wasn't in storage at the old place unpacked. Eek. And yet, here I am. I've yet to unpack anything today, and have to go to the old apartment and get it cleaned up this afternoon, and cook dinner... As of Friday afternoon, all rules go back into effect. I'm getting some slack right now, since everything's so crazy.

Last night we sat on the porch after the kiddo was in bed and had a drink together. We actually live in a duplex now. There are cement walls and a storage building seperating us from the neighbors, and then the yard isn't seperated, but we each only use half of it... As we sat there, Sir looked up at the storage building, with it's flat roof, and announced that we will be having sex there.

...

Myriad of emotions, and I sputtered several times last night that even the thought of it breaks the sane part of safe, sane and consensual, and that it's not particularly safe either. I'm scared of heights, and it's about 10 feet off the ground. I am by no means an exhibitionist... Overall, I don't know if I can do it. I don't know if I am to the point in my submission that I'll be able to do it. I've gone back and forth all day, from thinking I can do it to thinking I'll have a panic attack... I sort of think that if we're going to do it I want to do it and get it over with. But then I'm still terrified. I mean, out in the open, on top of a roof?! Terrified. I don't know. I don't know if I can. I said over and over last night that I can't... But I feel that if he tells me too... I will. The whole idea makes me really uncomfortable. And I'm scared I'll be a blubbering idiot the whole time.

The floors in this new place are all hard, unyielding. There's no carpet anywhere. Which is great, with the kiddo and the dogs, but it's not going to work well for my comfort. No carpet in the closets, no carpet on the floors when I kneel. I'm not so sure about all this. But I really do like the new place overall.

I suppose I'd better go though. I should at least get a couple of boxes unpacked before I have to cook dinner and go clean at the old place. I'm hoping I'll have more to write about this weekend! I know it's only Monday, but maybe I'll have something interesting to say to make it worth your while. ;)

I don't remember where I got this from, so if you made it, let me know!

Teddy Bears aren't just for kids anymore.

Padme Amidala shared in her recent post that she has a love of teddy bears and shared a graphic befitting us kinksters. Now, anyone who has a Spencer's Gifts in their local mall or has ever been inside of one, has probably seen the Bad Taste Bears, but I just had to share a few of my favorites for anyone who may not have heard of them yet!

Buffy here is my personal favorite, along with Jock, as I'm a huge fan of bondage in general.

Miss is obviously perfect for anyone who loves to take the cane...
Naughty Nurse fantasies, anyone? (She's simply called "Nursie".)
Now, Roger's friend is included. ;-)

And Willy bears all...pardon the pun.

Also, for your pleasure, (thanks for this one too, Padme!) a quiz.

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

not much to tell

I can't seem to make the comment option show up on my last post... I'm not sure what happened, but if you had hoped to reply to it, you can do so here (assuming the comments work on this one...). Apologies for any inconvenience!

We're in the process of moving into a new house and have less than a week to finish packing, so both Sir and I have been extremely stressed. That, combined with a visit from Aunt Flo late last week, neither of us has had the time or the energy for much play. We move in on Friday and I've been promised that my rules will be enforced more strictly once we're a bit settled, so I expect to have lots to tell very soon!

So stay tuned!

BDSM affecting pain management

So, I got a new tattoo last night (not my submissive tattoo - Sir has yet to decide on a design - but a tattoo I've been wanting that Sir approved and got me as a late Mother's Day gift), and after I got home I began to think about how BDSM has affected my pain management. Okay, so maybe not the "S" part. Haha, I'm not a Sadist, and getting off on inflicting pain on others isn't exactly going to help someone deal with the pain of a tattoo. At least, I don't see how. But BD-M helps. haha. Bondage - I was sitting straddling a chair for roughly 4.5 hours, with 3 breaks of no more than 10 minutes each. Whenever my thighs started to ache, or my back from leaning forward, or my neck from having it too far forward, I would think about bondage positions I've been in, and how that position wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as others. As for Discipline and Masochism, having those elements in my private life has brought me to a point where I can more easily go into that floaty slave space others talk about. It still takes a while and some pretty intense pain for me to get there - I definitely don't have any sort of control over it yet. But I can get there, and that's enough for me! They've also brought me to a point that I've learned to control my breathing, and to keep from crying out. I've always had a high level of pain tolerance (regarding tattoos at least), but being more active in BD-M as of late has made it even better. Everyone who spent more than 20 or 30 minutes in the shop commented on how still I was. The artist was surprised that we managed to finish the whole thing in one night. About two hours in I hit my floaty space (this was the point where outlines and black shading were done, and we started coloring and colored shading, so my skin already felt raw and sore, and he was going back over some spots). From there, I was fine up until about the last 15 minutes. One of the guys was talking to me, and I found myself feeling like his words were going over my head and I was having to reel them back in and think about them before I could respond. I know my reactions to everything he said were delayed, even if only by a few seconds. But the pain was so much less difficult to handle... I don't know how to explain it. I guess most of you will understand. lol. Anyway, I stayed in my floaty space until about the last fifteen minutes. From there, I couldn't seem to hold onto anymore. I knew we were almost done, and the last two guys that were hanging around were swarming me and talking about how awesome it was and how great my skin takes to color (definitely one of the only great things about being very pale - my ink colors stand out so great that I make even the artists jealous) and they were making me anxious to see it. An end to that position and the pain in my back, and the thought of finally seeing this tattoo finished, was enough bring me out of my space, and I wish it hadn't. Those last fifteen minutes made my jaws ache from having my teeth clenched so tight and turned my knuckles white from holding onto the chair. But man was it ever great to be done with it! And I felt so proud for making it all the way through in one night.

I'm sure you want to see the tat now. ;-) If you're ever going to be in Jacksonville, FL and want to get a great tattoo, email me and I'll tell you how to find my artist. Sadly, he's out in the middle of nowhere, and his place doesn't look that great from the outside. So he doesn't get a lot of business and is struggling to keep the doors open. But it's all great once you get inside, and the guys are really entertaining. lol.

Sweet Sides, Unsuccessfully Hidden

First, I hit 1,000 visitors after my last post! I was soooo proud! Sir laughed at me.

Sir has taken to calling me his slave goddess. I told him I was a domestic goddess, because I started off my Mother's Day (just past midnight Saturday night) plunging the toilet in lingerie. He changed it to slave goddess, and is considering using the Chinese symbols for slave and goddess as my tattoo. Don't know yet though...

Okay, on to the real topic of conversation. Raise your hand if your Dom/Domme has a soft side that they unsuccessfully try to hide? *Raises hand* I'm always noticing little things that Sir does. We went to the beach for our wedding anniversary and there were tons of jellyfish washed up. We were walking along at night and I realized that he was walking between me and most of the jellyfish, and shining his flashlight on any that were on my side. He was protecting me. :) Little things like that pop up, all the time. Night before last, after I had been beaten and fucked, I brought up the subject of being called names that I mentioned in my last post. He's such a sweetie at heart (remember, I'm the most kinky one, the one that asked him to be my Master) that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Last night, Sir was fingering me.
"Who's my slut?"
"I am, Sir!"
"Louder!"
"I AM, SIR!"

A few minutes later, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then tell me you're my bitch."
"I'm your bitch, Sir."
"You can do better than that."
"I'M YOUR BITCH, SIR!"
"Better. Now be a good slut and put me inside of you."

I'll use my southern drawl now to say: Gawd, that was hot. And later, it struck me that it's just one of the sweet little things he does for me. It does not come natural to him to hurt me, to call me names, to disrespect me in any way. But he does it all now, just because I asked (of course, he's coming to like it too, and while he hurts me because I want it, he doesn't shy away from implements I don't like if he likes them, etc. It's not all about me, after all).

What about your Dom/Domme?