Every Hour

“No, only the hours she’s awake,” he says.  “No need to wake her each hour this time.”

A shiver runs through me.

“How many?” the woman asks.

“Oh, one for each hour,” he says.  “You know, three at three o’clock, ten at ten o’clock.”  He pauses.  “On each cheek.  So that would be six at three o’clock, three on each ass cheek.  Or each thigh.  You can mark her upper thighs too.  She needs to feel it when she sits.”

He turns to me then, and smiles.  “The clock chimes you know.  When you hear the clock chiming, you are to stop whatever you’re doing and present your ass.  i don’t much care if you kneel with your face to the floor, or bend over with your forearms on the table, so long as your ass is offered nicely, easily accessible.   Diana will take it from there.”

i want to ask him how long, for how long will this continue, the hourly spanking.  But i don’t dare, and even if i did, the opportunity is gone.  He takes one step forward and  his cock is at my mouth.

“Open,” he says.

Still Here

i have about 3 or 4 posts started, in my head.  i know that doesn’t actually give you anything to read.

Coming attractions include more about the guy who started the book on Kickstarter.  More about sitting.  Or not sitting.  It was on my schedule today, but i haven’t done it yet.

i’ve been thinking about the comments by those of you who think there’s some psychological insight to be gained from the fact that i’ve been frightfully disobedient.

Apparently it taps into some adolescent part of me, cause i just want to roll my eyes and say “whatever.”

O, yeah, i’m reading the third one of the Fifty Shades series.  i probably have stuff to say about that too.

But not today.  As Christian Gray and his lovely wife say, “Laters, baby.”

Mwhahahahahaha…

Home Again, Home Again

Got home late last night, not enough sleep, and a full day of work ahead of me.  But i thought i’d share this.

Last night, i have a happy reunion with my Sir, and i’m getting ready for bed.  About to brush my teeth.

Sir says, “So, how’s your sitting coming along?”

Me ~ stopping in mid-movement ~ laughing, “Um, it’s not really…”

Sir:  You didn’t have a chance to practice sitting?

Me:  {thinking o, shit} Um, no.

Sir:  In six days.  You didn’t have a chance to practice sitting.

Me:  Um.  Um, no Sir.

Sir:  Well, did you think about it?

Me:

Sir:  NO?  You didn’t think about it?

Me:  {tiny voice…}  Um, no Sir, i guess i didn’t.

Sir:  {nodding}  I see.

i think i’m in trouble now.

Although, in all fairness to myself, when He said “Didn’t you think about sitting at my feet?” i could honestly say YES, of course i had.  i just didn’t know that counted.

But i suspect i will pay a price tonight.

On the Road Again

Headed home.

The airport in Boston has free internet – how cool is that?

My three days training was excellent, and i’m exhausted.

Sir texted me this a.m. to tell me Happy Anniversary  – it was one year ago today that He moved in.  Can’t believe it’s been a year. It seems like just a minute, and a lifetime.

i’m glad i’ll be home with Him tonight.

Nilla’s Master

He IS charming, this master of hers.

i think i even made ‘nilla a bit nervous, wondering what i was going to say about her master, being the only person who’s seen them together (an honor that is NOT wasted on me.) She has already blogged that time we spent with him, but even if she hadn’t i was going to start by saying he was charming.

You know, in mythology, if you’re familiar with the story about Psyche and Cupid, you know that the sister-woman figure plays an essential role. In the story, Psyche is living quite happily with Cupid in a Garden of Eden atmosphere. The only slight glitch in the scenario is that she’s not allowed to see him in the light of day.

Then her sister comes to visit. And her sister plants the seeds of doubt. Why can’t she see him? What if he’s a monster? Why shouldn’t she sneak in one night and take a peek? What could it possibly hurt?

Eventually, Psyche is convinced to doubt. While he’s sleeping, she sneaks into the bedroom and turns up the lamp – and sees that he is not a monster, but beautiful beyond belief. Unfortunately, she wakes him up, and when he realizes she’s broken the rule, he disappears. The rest of the story is about her effort to get him back.

i don’t tell this story just to torture you waiting still longer for me to talk about ‘nilla’s master. i just want to highlight the importance of this meeting.

Her master knew it was important too. Even when we were on the way, he tweaked her ~ “I’m not going to make it,” he’d say. “YES you are,” she’d reply.

And he waited until we were there to make his entrance. We looked at the cows in a nearby field, we chatted a bit, found a table, and were just settled there, enjoying the shade and the breeze, when ~ quite suddenly ~ there he is.

He is gruff and charming. A bit of crusty old man and a bit of debonair man-of-the-world. He has the aura of one who has seen things others would turn away from.

He was not afraid of me. He took me with him to the ice cream line, leaving ‘Nilla to hold the table. We chatted.

He’s knowledgable. Smart. Interesting.

He told me that he’s crazy about ‘nilla, worships the ground she walks on.

(Giggling madly…}

No, he didn’t. He is way too reserved to ever do that. But it was obvious.

And much later, when we were all quite comfortable, i said that he had said that. In front of him. i had already warned ‘nilla, so she knew i was making it up. But he just shook his head ~ i could see him thinking “Dames….”

But he didn’t deny it either.

He explained to me why he doesn’t always answer her 300-a-day texts ~ he might have hoped that i would convince her to quit getting upset when he doesn’t answer instantly ~ instead i advised him that’s just how us sub-girls roll.

Then he played with her.

Yeah.

He let me watch while he played with her. Just like she describes it. Pokes and pinches and all.

i’ve seen people play in dungeons. Watched submissives responding to being flogged, to TENS units, or needles. This was no different.

He plays ‘nilla like a violin.

At one point, she smacked his shoulder, and i gasped.

Let me be clear ~ my Sir’s body is a no hitting zone.

She ~ ‘nilla ~ describes the incident, and i will just say, no, i did NOT think he was going to hit her back. In fact, there might have been a touch ~ just a touch ~ of melodrama in my gasp. But his response was very much the master.

So ~ verdict? He’s a keeper, guys. Yep.

He is crazy about her, and ~ ok, he MAY not worship the ground she walks on, but he loves every little pinkie she walks on it with.

Our Jz

‘Nilla wore me out this weekend with wonderful experiences.   Here is one of them:

Let me just say, i am the one withOUT the obvious boobage (which is not a term i generally use, but it seems appropriate here.)  i do actually have some, just not in the picture.  And you will have to imagine the smiles on our faces.

It was just lovely to meet Jz.  We met in a restaurant in a mall bigger than any mall i’ve ever imagined, so i was feeling just a bit of “country girl” but that was fine.  And according to ‘Nilla, i have a “twang” so i guess “country girl” is appropriate.

{A TWANG!!  Did you ever hear such nonsense??  But i digress…}

Jz is just like her blog.  Self-deprecating funny, with a touch of acerbic.  She is complex.

i don’t think i can describe her in a way that does her justice, but i’m going to try.  If my women-friends were wines, ‘Nilla would be a soft white, with fruit and vanilla flavors (of course.)  Jz is a full-bodied red, with hints of plum and maybe a touch of oak.   i love both those types of wines, although i indulge in the white more often, and i appreciate the contrast immensely, so the evening was a delight for me.

If they were books, ‘Nilla would be Anne of Avonlea, which i adore, and Jz is Dorothy Sayers’ series with Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet, which i also adore, and which we actually talked about that night.  In fact, Jz reminds me a bit of Harriet, a compliment that she’ll appreciate.   If you haven’t read either of those series, i’m sorry… and if you can’t relate to the wine comparison… well, let me try another analogy.

Food.  ‘Nilla is cookies baking in the oven and bread rising on the counter.  Jz is an omelette with portabella mushrooms and Gruyère cheese.

i’m so glad i met Jz.  i like her immensely, and think you would too.

Being with them both was such a treat.  We talked and laughed and carried on until our server had to (politely) throw us out of the restaurant.  The only thing that could have made it better would have been if you had been there.

i start my next adventure today, which is work related, and likely to be exhausting, so you’ll have to wait til tomorrow to hear about ‘Nilla Master…

Good Times on the Road

‘Nilla has the kind of home where there’s always hot water ready for tea, the children play happily in the yard with water balloons, and there are fresh strawberries and yogurt for breakfast.  Yum.

i got here late Friday night, fell into bed, got up early yesterday, and the good times haven’t stopped since then.  ‘Nilla and i took a walk through her lovely neighborhood then went with the whole family to an old-time street fair.

Her kids are delightful, and her wife and I have more in common than you might expect.  ‘Nilla is in constant motion ~ she’s sweeping the kitchen as i write this, for about the 30th time since i got here, and when she’s not doing that, she’s starting a load of laundry, or folding it, or directing the kids ~ “Do this, do that, no not that, stop that, did you wash your hands?  Really?”

You would think she’s a domme!!  {giggling…}  i have a feeling i’ll see a whole different side of her later today .

Of course, yesterday, after the street fair, ‘nilla and i got to meet Jz.   That was entirely too cool ~ and a story for another day.  i have to go get ready for this one ~ in which we meet up with the one i’ve been reading about forever, that denier of orgasms, the one she calls Master.

Stay tuned…

Updating…

Ok, i’m all checked in, bag checked – yes, i packed enough clothes to last a month.  So?  i had to pack shoes, didn’t i?

Got patted down at security ~ have i mentioned how much i hate being touched by people i have not invited to touch me?  And it was just my back side.  Hair, bra, legs.  Weird.  And a little creepy.

Always have an urge to buy a bunch of stuff at the airport, but i resisted ~ well, except i couldn’t help looking at the books.  And then i couldn’t resist getting one.

Fifty Shades of Darker.

Yep.

i’m paying for it, and the woman behind the counter asks me if i’ve read the first one.  i say yes, she says, “Didn’t it make you mad when they broke up at the end?’ and a young woman standing nearby says, “STOP ~ i haven’t finished the first one!”

i start laughing, but say, “yeah, it did, kinda,” and the woman behind the counter says, “It’s a great love story.  I loved it.”  i just nod and smile, walk away shaking my head.  We’re coming out all over the place.

So now i’m hanging out drinking a latte, and ~ well, blogging.

Here’s something i wanted to blog about yesterday ~ you may have seen it already.   Casey Malone blogged about this book that someone was trying to get published through Kickstarter.   The book’s about how to seduce women, and the author apparently thinks that being dominant is ~ well, i don’t know what he thinks for real.   i don’t think he was touting the book as being BDSM, which is one good thing about it, because it clearly isn’t about consensual kink.  {At least i don’t think it is.}

”5) Get CLOSE to her, damn it!
To quote Rob Judge, “Personal space is for pussies.” I already told you that the most successful seducers are those who can’t keep their hands off of women. Well you’re not gonna be able to do that if you aren’t in close! ”
“All the greatest seducers in history could not keep their hands off of women. They aggressively escalated physically with every woman they were flirting with. They began touching them immediately, kept great body language and eye contact, and were shameless in their physicality. Even when a girl rejects your advances, she KNOWS that you desire her. That’s hot. It arouses her physically and psychologically.”

“Decide that you’re going to sit in a position where you can rub her leg and back. Physically pick her up and sit her on your lap. Don’t ask for permission. Be dominant. Force her to rebuff your advances.”
“Sex
Pull out your cock and put her hand on it. Remember, she is letting you do this because you have established yourself as a LEADER. Don’t ask for permission, GRAB HER HAND, and put it right on your dick.”
– Source

Casey says:

SO. Now I am no longer rolling my eyes.

This guy is no longer just being weird and creepy on the internet. Now he’s writing a book about how to sexually assault women, and he is using something I believe in (Kickstarter) to ask YOU for money to do it. I am offended as someone who believes in the platform, and more importantly I am offended as someone who believes women shouldn’t be treated this way, and that people who say otherwise CERTAINLY should not profit off saying they should.
This isn’t harmless. People come to these boards because they are scared of being humiliated, and they are saying to the world, “Tell me what to do, because I don’t know what to do.” And this guy has chosen to tell them, “You should be a rapist.”

Lots of us protested to Kickstarter, but we acted too late, and they didn’t pull the project.  They did apologize today, though.  And they did it with some class, like they really meant it.  Here’s the link to the apology.

And here’s more of his outline for the book, with comments, if you’re interested.  It ick-ed me out, but you might feel differently.  What do you think?

 

My Bags are Packed…

…i’m ready to go.  i’m standing here, outside your door…

No, wait, that’s not the right song.  It’s more like

or

Ok,  maybe none of those are EXACTLY right.  Let’s just say i’m a bit excited.

Gotta go…  Back soon.

Scattered

i’m too scattered to post anything worthwhile, so if you came expecting to read something enlightening, informative, entertaining, or sexy ~ no.  Sorry, you are in the wrong place.

Painting.  There is painting to be done in my house, and 8 zillion other things to do before Friday morning.

And yet.  Here i sit.  Checking facebook – o, look, another notification!  What ~ someone commented on my post?  Better go read it NOW!

Sheesh.

i need to go walk.  Need to get started on something….anything…  ugh.  Here i sit.  Perhaps i can check email for a while…

Ok, this is NOT helpful.

Don’t ask me what i’m even posting this ~ i have no idea.  i guess because otherwise i’ll have an excuse to keep sitting here.  But now ~

yes, i’ll hit publish and go.

Later…