Sunday, August 21, 2016

Speaking of Gifts

I kinda have this knack for gift giving.  Maybe it can't be called a "knack" since it is purposeful.  I listen with the intent of knowing what gift to give someone.  Who knows why I do this.  I just really like to see that joyful surprise on someone's face when they open a gift they really like.

As I mentioned, though, in my last post, this is more than difficult to do for Sir. He really does have anything he wants.  Even though I can't get him a specific gift, I do generally know what he likes to do to me.  So he gets lots of things with which we can experiment.  My body being the experiment, that is.

That being said, Sir doesn't think his good girl likes butt play.  I'm not sure why.  Maybe because I always stop it because it makes me feel like I have to go.  Enough said about that, but is this a common reaction? I would like to know.

Well, good girl had to do something to show Sir she really does like butt play....  How better than with a gift?  Sir was flying in on Friday, so I had to be sure the gifts arrived before he did.  I sent Sir a teaser on Wednesday when the first package arrived.  I texted Sir a screenshot of the delivery notice and asked "what could be in that package?"  Sir didn't know.  He hadn't sent me anything.

Hmmm....what could this package be?
 After telling him I knew what was in the package and that it was a surprise for Sir, we had to just wait until Friday.

I'm not sure if Sir likes surprises, but he can usually guess a gift from his good girl is something he will enjoy using on me.  I had the boxes prominently staged so they couldn't go unnoticed.

Sir says I went "all Hollywood" for the staging.  I did fluff the pillows, but that's all really.

The package was a hassle to open, so Sir finally got a knife to open it up.  Note to self:  could you please just stop handing the guy things that could be used against you?  Good gosh woman...grow a brain!

Awww. Look.  It's all pretty and pink.  Just think how cute that's gonna be....up my butt.
"It bends," he says.  And then commences to bend it in all sorts of positions.  Another note to self:  Seriously, woman, could you just stop. Seriously stop just giving the guy these things.



Needless to say it was not long before we were in the bedroom testing out Sir's new toy.  Sir's review is that, "That's just a great toy. It's lets you do two things at once."

Sir is flying home in the morning so I'm trying to finish up this post before we head to bed.  I look up into the kitchen as Sir has just come in to get a glass of water.  What do I see, but him pick up a wooden spatula I used earlier while scrambling eggs.  He looks at it from a few angles and says, "oh, there are a couple of things this is good for." Just throw my hands up and say, "I surrender." Which is point, in truth.



SSO

Sunday, August 14, 2016

5 Holes

Sir has mentioned a couple of times the gifts he has received recently.  I thought I'd share a picture of  one of them. 

April was our 5th Anniversary.  That seems so completely impossible.  I can think of no better way to express it so I'll just fall to cliche and say sometimes it feels like it was not that long ago and others that I've know Sir for such a long long time.

Sir lacks for nothing.  I finally got him to admit he has a wish list.  It's very short.  Only one item actually.  He would love to have a home theater room.  Since it is unlikely I could fulfill that wish, I have to depend on baser wishes of Sir. That is things he loves to do to me.

It 's hard to tell what Sir loves best. 

Is it to torture my nipples?  At times, it feels it is so.
Marking my breast?  Definitely could be.
That damned wheel-y thing?  It's probably a contender.  Sometimes I think he likes it so much because I hate it so much. Either way, I'm not that much of a masochist to feed anything close to that wish.
Binding me?  It's up there.
Spankings?  No question.  Probably tops the list.  Evidently I need spankings in the morning to "start your day off right."  Spankings at night "so you can sleep better." And spankings sometime in between.  Those in between spankings have a less than clear justification.  In fact, I need spanking so much, says Sir, that it is difficult to imagine how I can even function when he is not here to administer all those "necessary" spankings.

So no question that Sir likes giving his good girl spankings. So I figure I can't go wrong with a spanking gift.  The options seemed endless.  Some I ruled out easily.  Those with imprints like "SLUT" -- definitely not me.  Some look like the imprint of a boot.  Definitely not Sir.  Something out there for everyone.  Then I saw this one.  It honestly looked daunting. Pretty darn hefty.  But, the 5 holes???? Perfect for a 5th Anniversary.  Decision made.

True to its looks. It is daunting, hefty and perfect has 5 holes. It certainly packs a punch.  And despite the agreement I thought we reached about harder spankings, or more pain in general, but a shorter duration, I still get 100 swats per cheek -- minimum.  M.I.N.I.M.U.M.  I don't believe that jives with the deal I thought we struck. Needless to say, Sir enjoys the gift. Other than his hand and the crop, it's pretty much been his tool of choice for my bottom.
 

SSO

Sunday, August 7, 2016

44 Things Odd Things You Don't Know About Me

 This came from Ronnie's Blog. 

1. Do you like blue cheese?
I didn’t think I did until I ate it unknowingly.  Now I love it.

2. Have you ever smoked?
Yes.

3. Do you own a gun?
No, but in my childhood home we had guns and rifles hanging from the ceiling.  Literally.

4. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Mint chocolate chip.

5. Do you get nervous before Doctor visits?
No.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
I don’t think pets should be left outside in the heat.  

7. Favorite Movies?
Joy Luck Club and Shawshank Redemption

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Coffee

9. Do you do push ups?
Not regularly.

10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
I’m not sure.

11. Favorite hobby?
I’m obsessed with landscaping my backyard. I guess that’s my hobby.

12. Do you have A.D.D.?
Yes.

13. What’s the one thing you dislike about yourself?
Passive aggressive.

14. What is your middle name?
Ditto

15. Name three thoughts at this moment..
I need to go to bed. Check the aqua pilates class time for tomorrow. “This” is probably going to hurt.

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
Tall coffee, Grande coffee, Venti coffee

17. Current worry?
Us

18. Current annoyance right now?
Leg cramp

19. Favorite place to be?
In the mountains.

20. How do you ring in the new year?
With Sir

21. Where would you like to go?
Right now, somewhere crisp and cool.

22. Name three people who will complete this?
IDK

23. Do you own slippers?
Yes.

24. What color shirt are you wearing right now?
Black and white dress.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
Absolutely not.

26. Can you whistle?
Yes.

27. What are your favorite color?
Orange

28. Would you be a pirate?
Only if I get to keep the gold.

29. What songs do you sing in the shower?
I rarely sing in the shower.

30. Favorite girls name?
Katy and Natalie

31. Favorite boys name?
Phillip.

32. What’s in your pocket right now?
Nothing. Have no pockets right now.

33. Last thing that made you laugh?
Paulette Huntinova.

34. Best toy as a child?
I played with pill-bugs.

35. Worst injury you ever had?
I’ve never had any major injury.  I had a fish hook go through my finger once.  I still remember how weird it looked, but not the pain.

36. Where would you love to live?
With Sir on the beach.

37. How many TV’s do you have?
Two.

38. Who is your loudest friend?
I couldn’t say.

39. How many dogs do you have?
Not any right now, but want to adopt a rescue dog.

40. Does someone trust you?
Yes.

41. What book are you reading at the moment?  
Inside the O’Briens. Story of a family that has just learned their members have Huntington’s Disease or have the HD gene. It is written by the author of Still Alice

42. What’s your favorite candy?
Almond Joy.

43. What’s your favorite sports team?
I don’t have one.

44. Favorite month?
Not really a month, but it is that first day in the fall when you open the door and find the air is so crisp and clean.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Close to me


These
I love to be entangled in.  Have wrapped around me. Have pressing against me.  Have on top of me. Behind me...


This



 I LOVE...anytime, anywhere.




















This I tolerate...
because it is an appendage of this....












But if this...
ever comes up missing...I DID not do it. 

And if this





is attached to it at time of said disappearance, it has been warned. 



:-)




SSO

Friday, November 6, 2015

Bait and Switch

I've said it (more than) once and I'll say it again:  He did not tell me the truth.  I asked upfront if he was a sadist.  His answer was, "no."  Hmph.

I can always hear it in his voice when he starts talking about what he wants to do to me on my next visit.  Well, that visit is now!

We tried something different this time. Instead of flying in on Friday morning, I took a late night Thursday flight.  The plane arrived at around 11:00 pm and then a about a 30 minute drive home.  I wasn't sure how we would both do with those hours -- me leaving straight from work and him driving to the airport that late.  Thursday is one of his "long" work days.  But, we both feel it worked out okay.  We have an extra night together and I don't have to get to the airport at 4:30 Friday morning and half the day be gone by time I get there.  Almost unrelated tangent...I've been flying through Nashville instead of Atlanta.  I really like Nashville's airport.  It's different.  Feels cozy.  I love Sir's airport.  There is always (well...seldom not there) a guy in the lobby playing the piano.  It is wonderful.  I'm amazed everytime I arrive.

Okay...onto the relevant part. The flight got in a little late so it was close to midnight when we got home. <<<<Backup a bit.  I, as noted, was hesitant about the late night flight so Sir assured me of the advantages.  Also previously noted.  To further assure me, he said when I got here we could go right to bed....after a "little" play time. 

Please reference post title and intro sentence. 

It was classic bait and switch!!! When will I ever learn? Evidently never!!!

So we got home around midnight and by 12:45 a.m. (that's 12:45 AM, mind you) I am already so sore I can't stand to be touched.  Do you think a person who commits chronic Bait and Switch would stop touching me then?  Simply stated, NO!  He was getting quite a kick out of me almost hitting the ceiling every time he ran his finger down my slit.

Sadist.  Bait and Switch Sadist.

SSO

Friday, January 2, 2015

Only Because I Hold You in the Highest Regard, Jane Austen has nothing on me!

Sir is still battling this pesky sickness.  It's hard seeing him feel this way.  I'm going to continue the current path of treatment though and give him multiple doses of TLC per day.

I woke up this morning, as is usual, to him stroking my back.  I love waking up next to him.  His hands are so warm. It feels amazing waking up to those warm hands touching me.  I nestle up next to him and we spoon.  It's like there is a place created just for me to cozy up beside him.

I normally love snuggling up into that special little cranny.  This morning though I had the task of telling Sir a difficult thing.

So instead of snuggling up in my cozy spot, I kinda sat up and said the thing that had to be said.

Sir, I have to tell you something.  And it is only because we have the deepest bond of love and affection that I can say this, but it is time WE take a shower.  It might be good if WE brush our teeth too!
What?  You don't like the smell of my pheromones?
At this point I have my face buried in my pillow and emphatically shaking my head "No!"

We laugh a little.  Snuggle some more.  And, because I made my protests known, we are heading directly to the shower.  Or so I thought.

Instead I feel his arm get a little tighter and simultaneously my body is tilted a little to the side.  I feel the chill of the room on my backside as he lowers the covers from around me.

I settle into this new place beside him.
We aren't taking a shower, are we, Sir?
No.  I have a few things planned and then we'll shower.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Warming Her Backside

Happy New Year!

My Sir is so sickly, but I arrived last night to provide him with some TLC.  He is busy right now writing a blog for work.  That has afforded me some time to peruse the interwebs for one of my new fascinations. Springerle molds. I blame Delta Airlines for my new vice.  The cookies they give out on flights are amazingly tasty -- and addictive.  I wanted to make these for Christmas cookies this year -- so started the google chase.

Turns out the recipe for those Delta cookies, Speculaas, is hard to pin down.  I found a lot of variations to the recipe.  But, what I did find in my googling were Springerle molds.

Oh. My. Heavens.  These things are works of art.  The tally in my "Shopping Cart" increased significantly today!

The one below, though, was the most delightful to date.  If I had not read the caption first, I would have had no clue what the picture was depicting.  It was really just the title though that made me laugh out loud.  Sir wanted to know what was funny so I covered the title and asked him to guess the name of this cookie mold.

Well...Sir saw a lady with her derrière backed up to large upright object so he thought it was some kind of erotic Pompeian artifact.  

First. Seriously? His first thought was, "Is that a giant cock?" Nope. 
Second. Good news.  Sir is on the mend. He is acting more like his risqué self.  
Third. Seriously his first thought was, "Is that a giant cock?"

Anyways, it was something much less ribald.  But still,  he had a few good things to say about it.

Ladies and maybe a Gent or two...I give you "Warming Her Backside"