Here's a Giggle

A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed: "Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through. So, please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen!" God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, Awakened the kids, Set out their school clothes, Fed them breakfast, Packed their lunches, Drove them to school, Came home and picked up the dry cleaning, Took it to the cleaners And stopped at the bank to make a deposit, Went grocery shopping, Then drove home to put away the groceries, Paid the bills and balanced the check book. He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog. Then, it was already 1 P.M. And he hurried to make the beds, Do the laundry, vacuum, Dust, And sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework. Then, set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing. At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper, He cleaned the kitchen, Ran the dishwasher, Folded laundry, Bathed the kids, And put them to bed. At 9 P.M . He was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint. The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said: - "Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh! Oh! Please, let us trade back. Amen!" The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night."

Something to Think About

I am not the originator of this questionnaire. I found it somewhere online about three or four years ago and kept it because it made sense to me that these are some of the things people wishing to enter into a BDSM relationship should either ask themselves and each other. I have found common sense doesn't always go along with the thrill of finding that special someone that makes you feel powerful or powerless. So before anyone takes their clothing off and the fun begins one should think long and hard about what you want, how you want it and who you want to provide it. The lifestyle that I love can be a dangerous and sometimes and unstable place to meet fellow like minded individuals and the number one priority that I strongly believe in is self preservation. So before you go shopping in the human market of online as well as munchs looking for that perfect someone whether Dominant or submissive take the time to ask yourself and them a few of these questions. I know I have ask and thought about them all before I took the plunge.

What kind of submissive are you looking for?

Are you looking for a masochist who will take as much pain as you can dish out?

Are you looking for a slave?

Someone who will give up all choices?

Are you looking for a naughty girl to punish?

Someone who wants to go over your knee for a spanking?

Are you looking for a pet?

Someone who will whine like a puppy?

Are you looking for kinky sex?

Someone who you can sleep with, have a great time with and blindfold and tie up from time to time.

How much experience do you have?

When did you get started?

Have you had many partners?

Would I know any of them?

What happened with your last partner?

Why aren't you with them anymore?

How did you learn what you know? (It's OK to be inexperienced,and not OK to pretend you have experience you don't really have.)

How much of your experience is cyber vs. real time?

Have you always been dominant?

Have you tried being submissive?

Have you tried switching back and forth?

What are your thoughts on safety in a scene?

Do you believe in safe words?

Have you ever had a submissive safeword?

Tell me about the scene. How did that happen? What did you do?

What are your favorite toys?

Do you like the flogger, the cane, the wooden spoon? (smiles)

Are you more of a sex toy fan?

Do you use insert ables?

How about gags, blindfolds, hoods etc.

Do you like clips, clamps

Where do you like to play?

Do you like dungeon play and a public play space?

Would you rather play in private?

Where do you like to play?

What's the best scene you've experienced as a Dominant?

What made it your favorite?

What's your favorite D/s activity?

What have you never tried that you're keen to try in the future?

Is clothing important to you when you play?
Are you big on: - Leather - Rubber - Special clothing?

Have you asked your submissive to modify themselves in some way?

How do you mark your submissive? - Shaving? - Piercing - Tattoos, Brands - Specific clothing or jewelry

What do you think about collars?
Do you collar your submissive? Is it a permanent collar?

Have you used a training collar or a collar of consideration?

How do you feel about bondage? Rope bondage? Cuffs, leather, harnesses, Long time restraint, short time restraint

Bondage furniture like a St-Andrew's Cross, cage?

Twosomes and moresomes
How many submissive do you think a Mistress or Master can handle at once?

How many have you had at one time?

Do you have other submissive now? If so, how would we all function?

Will there be group sessions or only one on one sessions.

How often will we meet if we are in group?

How often would we meet if we are one on one?

What do you like to be called? Mistress, Domina, Ms (insert name) Ma'am, Master , Sir, Your Royal Pain in my Ass?

What are your feelings on punishment vs. discipline?

Do you punish your submissive if they don't follow your instructions?

What about relationships?

Are you into: - Play partners - A long term relationship - A live-in slave - A potentially permanent relationship

How would you know that you'd found a submissive that you wanted to be with?

What exactly is it you're looking for?

How often would you expect to play?
3 times a week, monthly, daily, when the moon is full or when the mood strikes you?

How often do you think a submissive and her dominant should be in communication?
Every day
Every couple of days
When he requires it
When she wishes to play

Do you have limits on what you will or won't do?

What are the Dominants hard limits?

Do you believe in training a submissive slowly or is it all or nothing?

Can you take little steps in learning each other?

Do you have to commit 100% on the first meeting?

What This Dominant Woman Wants

What do dominant women want?I’ve heard this question a lot, from time to time and either the answers are not to the point or they are a little to personal for comfort. I "play" with K and noticed that he did some things very right from the start. Many of my partners have made the basic needs met and were willing to learn more in the way of for lack of a better word protocol.
Each Dominant has what is important to her the needs she needs met by her submissive although the basics of respect as well as obedience are there some of us require a few more perks as it were.

So what do dominant women want? Trying not to be vague and make my thoughts clear, I am going to attempt to give my point of view remember, It's my point of view not necessarily related to truth justice or the American way.

Being my opinion I doubt if I will hit all the wants and desires of dominant woman everywhere. That would be impossible for the simple reason woman are as different as snowflakes and what would please one would probably displease another. I am not using scientific research just an opinion that I have talked over with friends both vanilla as well as kinky to get an idea of what they consistently agree are what most want. It is only a beginning.

The small stuff does matter:
The simple things that any woman expects. Personal touch to interactions like referring to me in the preferred address such as Ma'am instead of Mistress, or that I like my butt rubbed instead of my back for soothing. I like water on the bedside table when I lay down for the night, or when serving a meal he dresses in an apron and his collar is in place. It says to me that I am learning you and want to please you in particular not just anyone. it adds that personal touch.

He makes it clear how important I am to him:
He makes time for me in his schedule to write me emails, gives me a call saying I was thinking of you when we can't be together, purchasing something he knows I would like. We aren't talking something expensive a bouquet of flowers, a stuff animal because I collect them something that says I was thinking of you and I would like you to think of me.

He makes me feel wanted:
His actions and his words convey this sentiment, yet he doesn't expect that he can demand my time, attention, desire, or body because he does.

He wants to be with me:
He is polite with thank you and please. He states what he can and can not do clearly and honestly. If he can't leave work early he states so and gives me a time he is available. Or I have a doctors appointment tomorrow so flogging my balls is not possible today. He lets me know when he has reached his limit by using his safe word or asking for mercy.

He knows reality and fantasy has its place:
He works, has hobbies things that are important to him. He is human with a life outside of the one that we create together. He is a complete person and kink is not the only thing we have in common. He is my friend as well as my partner and are equals when not in session. We talk, grab a meal, enjoy a show together We may even acquire friends in common at some point in our association.

He serves me:
In whatever capacity I choose whether it's running errands, writing a blog and getting it in on time, cleaning the house, moving furniture, going shopping with me and being a bag carrier, or purchasing groceries for the evening meal. He does them to the best of his ability. He doesn't use this as a way to screw up to be chastised nor does he use it for a way to get sex. He does it to please me.

I am not his dirty little secret:

Being kinky is not a dirty little secret. If he is ashamed of his submission to me that means he's ashamed of me. I understand discretion and respect the need for it in certain aspects of his life. But someone that is ashamed of his desire for kink that it is wrong or nasty. I can't play with I have to ask myself what does he think of my desires or needs for his submission?

He understands that I have many faces:
No I am not a split personality but there are many parts of me that create the whole person. I have hobbies and interest inside and outside of being kinky. Because I do something with him he has no right to think I will do it with others. He respects that he is part of my life but he is not my whole life.

His submission should mean something to him:
There are submissives by the score that want the porn of it. They have no care of what it will mean to themselves as individuals. However his should reflect his submission to me not just anybody holding that flogger or paddle.

He understands life intrudes:
Although plans can be made and satisfaction can be scheduled to be met, life will intrude even when one plans to the best of their ability. He should understand that I am as disappointed as he is when things intrude in the times we have set aside and not be whiner.

In closoing being a woman and dominant means that I expect certain behaviours from my submissive. I am also somewhat of a romantic, many of us are and many of us are not. We are all different in our Dominance and have different desires needs and wants from the submissive males we control. As stated earlier this is my opinion.

Dominance and Submission

I have been thinking a lot lately on the give and take of a D/s relationship. I have come to the conclusion that submission is a seduction in and of itself. Helplessness, powerlessness and giving of ones will to another, has always been seductive. The feel of it makes one crave it more as each time together you and your partner experience the thrills of being together. The trick comes in, in how much of your will you are willing to let go of and how much will leave of its on accord without the submissive giving a fight to maintain some of their independence from your will. But isn’t D/s total subjugation of your will? Nope it’s not it’s the parts you are willing to share that.

The pleasing and giving pleasure to another no matter its form is submission. It has nothing to do with sex, nor does it have anything to do with pain. It is something that even dominants have to do.

No I am not crazy and although many will think I am talking out of my butt if you look at it honestly and straightforwardly you will know that life as we know it is a series of give and take, control and submission if you will.


Control has its own seduction how much can I get on my own, how much more can I take either willingly given or unwillingly taken. The trick in that is to taking what is only willingly given. And sometimes I admit it’s hard to do that sometimes you want to devour the whole but commonsense comes to play and you understand that what would be left would be a mindless empty vessel without purpose or reason.


To control another is seductive in that it satisfies a craving to have someone that is willing nee eager to obey it fulfills both parties to the point of feeling complete because there is always two sides to each coin giving and taking.

To avoid it we sometimes try rechanneling it, redirecting it, sublimating it to other more acceptable practices, but it comes back and slaps us on the butt telling us that although we may have fooled it for a time it that we need this hidden part of us to make us complete and whole. When it returns, the craving is stronger and harder to put down.

We as humans have needs for acceptance and gratification we choose to indulge in an activity that sometimes sends us orbiting that is so fulfilling and satisfying that when we come down the drop is exceptionally hard. To not have this feeling of fulfillment to some is worse then death. An extreme analogy, perhaps although it’s not our life and serves no other purpose other then self gratification. Could you live without it?

There are times I have a great deal to say about what goes on in my life and there are other times when I'm so busy I can't write about what goes on in my life. So be it. Life will intrude on a good time however the thing one must remember is that intrusions as well as playing it's all good because it is life. The alternative sucks large. I have a sub I visit from time to time and when we get together it's always an interesting time. We play, we talk, and we relax in each others company. The topic of this particular blog is when we play.

I am a sadist which means that there will be some form of pain involved in anything I do. Not necessarily severe pain but then again I like that as well, but normally it's moderate to mild pain involved when I put my hands on him. I have one of those signature things I do once I've achieved the ball elasticity that I crave it's called or I call it the rope trick. It's simple really I place thin either cotton or hemp rope around the base of the balls and wind a rope around it until there is enough space for only to the balls to breath comfortable. After a time they will turn either purple or extremely red. I do the same thing to the penis as well from base to tip leaving tip free to gauge the amount of blood flow that is there. We really want to avoid turning the penis black. This is not a good color for it. Even if the penis in question is that of a black man. The one thing that I have found as strange in the BDSM community is that I have never had a black sub white ones yes but never a black one. I really don't care one way or the other all I want is the submission of that individual..

Sorry back on target here. once both are a nice cherry red or going toward violet is when the fun begins. This trick does two things restricts the blood flow and causes serious pain when being released. between the penis and balls flopping around at high speeds and meeting occasionally in the middle, it can elicit a great deal of moans groans and an occasional scream from the ah victim hmmm I mean submissive.. Besides I like doing it. Now the problem came in when I met present sub. He had no extra room at all penis and balls were as one no stretch nor even space to place rope so I began him on a series of exercises to stretch the area. First it was hands only stretching the area in question then it was using the rings. You know the ones I mean you find them in Office depot, Office Max or Staples they come in a pack of 12 with a circumference of about 2 inches inside. Although it is touch and go with getting these on, as you add an additional one on each week they scrotum becomes longer and less thick which allows the balls to hang.

Now while in this suspended mode the balls can be smacked tickled, caresses smoothed paddled flogged and other assorted items. The interesting thing is using the whartonburg wheel on them one must be EXTREMELY careful not to break the skin because it has been thinned out considerable with the tightness on the of the binding rope. It is somewhat of a challenge to give just the right amount and no more. I truly hate playing with blood so I try to be very careful although sometimes accidents happen. However the reaction of a sub is actually delicious.

You also never leave them bound for more then 10 minutes fifteen minutes tops because being the responsible type you would like to continue playing with the aforesaid appendages. So after the spanking, paddling, flogging, caressing, smoothing comes the unwinding. I like to do it fast which makes everything kind of knock together repeatedly considering I use about six feet of rope for both appendages and walk away while it unwinds. I of course have put my sub in restraints so the only thing he can do is moan and bear it but it's always a fun thing to do when one is in company.

Afterwards there is the cuddling and praise for good behaviour and of course there is the satisfaction that one gets for torturing a sub and allowing yourself some pleasure. at the same time.

Alas these joys are going to be absent from my life for the next 90 days because my little one is going away on business out of the country. I think I am actually going to miss more then his balls and nipples for the duration.

Learning Something New

I have always been to busy to do anything related to "fun stuff". Most of my contemporaries have at one time or another tried pot, I have always found something else to spend the money on, or something to do rather then attempt to use it. Besides if my parents tried to kill me because I was intoxicated on a couple of beers can you imagine what they would have done if I was high on weed? I shudder to think on it myself because I know how it killed them to watch one of their children get addicted and then die from a drug over dose, so no I wasn't one of those that experimented with drugs in the '80's while growing up in New York and other places around the world.

But now that I am in my forties I've tried it. Not sure I liked the fact that it was easy to lose so much control after all I am a control freak, but I was curious. I have often wondered, as well as, speculated on the reasons why people choose chemical oblivion to reality, but then again, I also believe to each his/her own so I had an experimental joint. Control left as well as coordination, visual acuity and a few other body functions but we are not going to discuss that one at this time just the skin. It was sensitive to EVERYTHING a breath blown on it gave it goose bumps in triplicate, A hand brushing across skin gave it a sensitivity that was almost painful but exhilarating and arousing one mustn't forget how arousing it was to be touched so delicately that sensations were all that could be focused on.

There is truth in wine. I gotta tell you there is truth in weed as well. It makes you think with one small part of your brain and wonder about the universe and how it connects to you, why it took you so long to have an experience that was mind conscious as well as body overly conscious. It stimulated to the point that all nerve endings were alive with a life of their own. You that have tried this shrug your shoulders and say so what I who ever never done this in my life wonder at what else I have missed. However I am not going to attempt to find out at this late stage. K keeps telling me that I told him that life is for the living and should be lived to the fullest and to some extent I agree with my own thoughts on this. The thing you have to remember is all things in moderation.

So I've had my drug experiment, it was a remarkable experience and I have every intention of trying it one more time to see if the sames results occur, but that is all I am going to do. Why if it was wonderful would I stop? Because along with the good there is bad. I don't like the amount of control I lost. Not that I was nympho maniac or anything not that it scared me to lose that much of my natural inhibitions, but the lack of control and feeling of bewilderment is not acceptable to me. So I've had my experiment with drugs and it was mind blowing, but in this case twice will be enough for me.

K has moved into his new home, and is as enthusiastic about it as a puppy having his first car trip, scared of the unknown, happy to be there, and proud of the accomplishment. It's a perfect abode for him just large enough to have fun and small enough to be comfortable after all it is in the Keys and as all Floridians know that is one seriously restricted area to live. So down the road I went to visit him in his little spot of paradise. He's kinked it up a little and there are a few eyebolts hanging from the ceiling being disguised as plant hooks He invited me down for a munch in the area. The setting for this meeting was little vague but we were game to try and meet other like minded adults. The meeting place was Kelly's at 8pm at the bar and latter we would be going to the same place for dinner. We waited for 45 minutes getting there at about 7:55 ordering drinks non alcholic of course there was a play party after and his instructions were to be cold stone sober as well as understand that we would NOT be playing just observing the demonstrations that would be performed. I must say I was looking forward to it since I haven't had the time to participate in the local community having had no time to do much of anything until recently.I am not sure they didn't show but I know we didn't meet anyone. It was more of a disappointment for him then for me. He was looking forward to being there, and coming out as a member of the BDSM community in the Keys. There was some inner turmoil for the group leader or perhaps we were in the wrong place at the wrong time in any case it was a no show for them. So I got a tour of Duval Street a place I avoid when I'm down there visiting, finally made it inside a bar and ordered a drink, and spent 5 days with one of my favorite people. Discovered a few other new things that I hadn't known and zipped around town on the scooter that is there for my exploring. Visited an art festival and did not pick up any thing new, but saw some truly beautiful things. I love art I am no expert on it, but I do know what I like and what I find beautiful. One of the artist did silk embroidery it was unbelievalbly beautiful as well as expensive. I think I am getting a little mercenary in my new working days because I calculated how many days I'd have to work to afford one of his pieces and it came to two pay periods would cover the cost of one of his pieces and I thought hmmm yes beautiful but nope not for the kid.I have this little bit of time before work so figured I'd better get the blog updated on my doings for the past 5 days and see what the rest of the world was up to before work

This weekend I was down visiting K for a munch and time off for working well. I normally take my toy bag which is a large suitcase down with me. It actually goes every where in the car with me because I have no space in the house to keep it yes I know what in the devil do you mean no place to put it. I live in a 840 sq feet of living space and minimal storage so it stays in the car. Any way in this bag are the "tools" of the trade: floggers a whip, paddles, crops, rope, bungee cord with hooks, dildoes of silicon, pyrex, and rubber, shackles in metal, humbler, and locks and keys for humbler and shackles, restraints for wrist and ankle, strap ons, gloves, lube, antiseptic, pain cream condoms, anal probes both electronic and stationery, a complete first aid kit and vibrators. The paddles are wooden and made by me and I gotta tell you I ain't bad as a wood worker I have made a great deal of my own things and for the most part they are pretty sturdy and long lasting one of the floggers I made is coming up on it's 15th birthday and still is going strong, however I was using the paddles and they both cracked vertually in the same place dead center while in use. Talk about a pause in rhythm I paniced thought I had to pull splinters out of his bum. Fortunately I didn't both breaks were clean So I am going to have to go back to DomDepot and find me A really nice piece of Oak again and start the process all over again. This time I going for something a little thicker previous was 1X5 this time I am going to go for 2x6 perhaps wider and thicker will withstand the hardness of his bum. I'll let you know what happens.Second thing I was wondering does anyone out there have a clue how to reduce the thickness of a ball sack. I've tried all that I know and although there is more space between penis and ball sack the amount of meat that can be stretched has not decreased the circumference of the area used to place a ball stretcher or a parachute. unless I figure out a way to a make this space thinnner I am never going to be able to use my humbler in that area. Hes' been stretching for all he's worth however the balls are starting to hang but the meat in the area is not thinning out. Any help in that area would be helpful.

Work the Other Reason for Getting Out of Bed

Here's the deal working decided that ok perhaps the old job has a clue about what life I could have while doing it just not in the same venue but on the floor so no longer am I an intake indvidual of exceptional brilliance, kindness and generous spirit. Now I am a floor nurse of aching feet, sore back, and tired body. But ya know what I TEE TOTALLY LOVE IT WHOOO HOOOOO

To Blog or not to Blog and the Consequences

The thing that makes me laugh about him is that one of his requirements is putting in a blog once a week. It can be on anything that meets his fancy about sessions together, things that happen in his life or just observations in day to day life. He hates it but once he gets it in it's always well written and coherent unlike his Ma'am blogs which occasionally make sense. He is a progressive thinker is my subby normally logical with an understanding of cause and effect. However he hasn't figured out yet that if the blog isn't in on time there are consequences. Not that he's an idiot, he isn't, he just hates writing and he will try to negotiate ways of putting it off as long as possible. Most of the time I find it amusing because he is learning there is no compromise in this at least very little. I can be understanding but the blog is the thing.His dead line is Thursday at 5 pm because I know that in his line of work Friday to Monday are his busiest time of the week. The other day before work, we had one of our conversations about blogging. I cut him some slack because he was trying to move into his new home, internet service was down because of moving in to said home and the electricians hadn't been in yet, So yes this week I did compromise and told him it could be later but it had to be in by Sunday no later then 5pm. The conversations started off pretty good he's been doing his stretching exercises to stretch specific areas for use as well as discussions on an up coming visit for a party here with a few of my friends, as well as when we would be meeting next and at the close of conversation came the usual reminder about the blog and I got the normal groan/moan and comment about the blog. Then the negotiations started with the stipulation that consequences would not be pleasant. Then the funny stuff started the Internet was down, he suddenly needed a nap he felt that he couldn't possibly continue because of his exhaustion and so on and so on. I explained gently that I would be more then happy to concede the extra day or two, however there would be consequences to the deed but yes he could post Monday instead of Sunday. He prefers knowing exactly what he is getting into and I am one to like to give him a surprise or two when it comes to punishments after all surprises are always a welcome event in ones life are they not? I know for a fact that he can't sit still for more then 20 minutes unless he is involved with something and even with involvement, it's an iffy proposition. He doesn't like and hates the flicker whip. I like it so much because according to him "it gets his attention". He is also a male with pride for the services he renders. So as gently as I could I conceded the point of the blog and told him the consequences of not having it in on time. The profusion of Ma'am I have to get off the phone to do the blog like now was amusing to say the least. I laughed so hard I was crying. I gotta tell ya the boy can make me laugh. I had to rescind the stipulation that if you can make me laugh you won't get punished just because of him.So now he's awaiting the consequences of his actions and what he has accomplished with procrastination.

Friends are Worth the Effort

I treat friendship as a special gift. I am not talking acquaintance here someone that you know casually that knows nothing about you I am talking about someone that knows you inside and out your good points and your bad and accepts you anyway. One of the hardest things for me to do is acquire a friend of the same sex. One of my brothers told me is that I may be built like a girl and have most of the emotions of one but for some reason I have a Y chromosome somewhere and it comes out when there is female drama. I socked him in the nose at the time but on reflection I may have to admit that he had a point. Most of my friends are male. I get along a better with males and last but not least I understand them better. I met Niki when I started school and we've been going strong ever since. We, and I do mean we survived her divorce, as well as her finding her feet after dealing with an idiot for husband as well as the male population at large. She is beautiful, vanilla as they come and coming into her dominant life. No she isn't a dominant in the lifestyle but she is finally getting a sense of her worth. That she does deserve the best that life has to offer and she does deserve a break now and then. We have laughed and cried over lifes little tricks and she helped me survive my brothers death with grace, wit and a strong slap on the ass to snap out of it. We have discussed my activities so she has an idea of what I truly am like. Mind you when I met her she had no clue about what BDSM is she does now and I think is the better for it. I know I am the better for her influence in my life I am somewhat more tolerant of drama as well as getting my thoughts straight, she has helped me curb my impatiences and see the other side of an argument more clearly then I have ever before. The other day she paid me the compliment that I am the only friend she has that doesn't want anything from her other then her company and if I help I have a solid means of doing so other then giving advice. When I graduated this past fall one of the things we discussed was when we graduated we would take a trip. We could go anywhere we wanted after all she was heading to pharmacy school and I was going to be the baddest nurse type person on planet earth. Yes occasionally I have delusions of granduer and hang for 4 or 5 days and not have a care in the world. We were supposed to graduate together however due to the divorce her plans went on hold. When I graduated from school she had been struggling with being the sole support of herself, her children (2 wonderful boys) and her mother. She according to her had been husband since hers' had left and she was so tired of it that she needed a break from EVERYBODY. Since both of us were short of money the trip I wanted to go on which was a barefoot cruise was not possible at the time, but I promised that once I got established and started getting a steady income we would save up for it and we meaning she and I would hit the caribbean and enjoy ourselves for 7 sun filled days and 6 starlite nights, but until that time where was it that she hadn't been in Fl, that we could drive to within 8 hours, and have some fun. She chose Key West she had never been and had heard of Fantasyfest. Althouh it was the wrong season for we had missed it by about 2 months she still wanted to go. I called K and asked him could he help us. He did and we arrived around 2 am booked into a hotel and conked out. But that next 2 days we crammed everything we could being tourist and damn near killed ourselves having fun. I think we both were more tired on the way up then we were on the way down. She had the hotel room to herself and my car keys. I spent the nights with K and used the scooter to get to the hotel. We'd meet for breakfast and plan our day which included most if not all the tourist traps in town lunch somewhere different and dinner either with K or at a restaurant. It was great it was the first time I had shared my favorite place with anyone before or introduced K to a friend of mine. She wasn't judgmental but she was interested. They had both been driving me crazy before the trip about how they should treat each other my thought on the whole situation is that they were both humans duh treat him/her as you wanted to be treated. And when they met, it was good both a little shy, both a little uncertain but for the most part I think it went well.During our days there, I could see the stress and worry leave her as the day turned into night and we did everything that tourist do down there. I owe K a vote of thanks for the attractions he called in favors for. She learned how to ride a scooter as well as enjoyed herself and relaxed. In my mind it was the best tank of gas I have ever used. For me the best part was the sunset cruise on one of the tall ships. We talked for hours on that boat about things we wanted, hoped for, dreamed of, planned for, relationships present, past and future, the hows and whys of BDSM and how I managed to find my treasure. It was a good trip.So now we are going to try it again when school lets out and we are taking her boys down there to enjoy themselves. The only stipulation is that both report cards have to be passing and conduct has to be good. So far they are in compliance and I am looking forward to showing them what I consider joy on earth.Another thing that struck me as weird was that I had been going to Keys and Key West for the past six years almost from the beginning of my life here in South FL. However I had never met K while I was there never even seen him for that matter. Why strange you say? Key West is a very small town population that actually lives there is small. While I was there this time we compared when we both had seen in the area and it was so frequent it was almost scary however it took a blog and an interest for us to actually meet. Talk about life is strange and it's a small world. However it is a good world

Worshipping

Here's the thing, most people don't know I crave to be worshipped. So, now everyone knows. I realize being dominant goes hand and hand with wanting to be worshipped. But I honestly, didn't realize the extent of my craving until K. I thrive on his accessibility and submission. I use it, it rejuvenates and stimulates, as well as relaxes. But never abuse it Just sink into it as if it was a warm soft down comforter and let it surround me in it's warmth. I am his Ma'am such a short title that carries so much with it. The joy and thrill of hearing it softly, with strain, with gritted teeth or with laughter. The control that that short title creates when he address me as such. For me it is calming and rewarding. His Ma'am. The concentration and the needs that one word can mean to him. I enjoy the feelings that one word gives me whether he is kneeling awaiting the emblem of his service or standing with his hands folded behind his back and his eyes on me awaiting a command. The seriousness of his face and the relaxed stance of his body while at attention. How is that you ask the opposities at the same time? It is that he stands erect but his body is relaxed in anticipation of what is about to come without fear of injury. No matter what there is about to occur there is always that soft gleam of joy in his eyes that he can provide a way to please me.There is nothing I could ask or want of him that he would consider humilating. Isn't that strange that the thought is to obey, as well as, willingness to give up control of mind, body, and will. True there are moments of hesitation because the command was not as concise as it should have been. Once all is understood, there is no hint of hesitation on his part and a gleam in his eyes for the service he provides. Worship healthy, stable, and rational worship of his Ma'am, with imagination without looking for reward, but knowing the service provided may be worthy of reward.He is different my "special K" (LO) he is remarkable for what he gives freely and sometimes with laughter and joy. His definition of worhsip is so simple, please Ma'am. It is I believe sincere, which is all one can ask of ones submissive.When I visit I make myself comfortable, snuggling into the sofa, relaxing with intelligent conversations that run the gambit from history to modern times activiities to be done while sipping a glass of wine, or eating a meal. The time I think is well spent enjoying beautiful sunsets, roosters crowing in the early dawn or just cuddling under covers like two children waiting for the sun to shine. There are soft caresses and gentle nudges a warm body slowly shifts within my arms and there is that soft murmur of "Yes Ma'am".Then there are the massages slow, easy gentle rubbing of the skin and muscles beneath that relax the body to the point of bliss, and make the body feel as if it is one long moan of comfort. I truly enjoy those and they too are a form of worship. The coffee pot awaiting my awakening so that even if he is not there in the morning because of work that too is a form of worship. It is those little things that make one enjoy the worshipper. These may seem like little things to someone but the consistent performance of these task are a form of worship to me. So yes there is such a thing as healthy worship. I see it and feel it when ever we are together. It may not be at the shrine but then again the mind and body are shrines are they not?

It's Official

I passed the boards and now comes the fun part finding a job in this economy. It hasn't been easy and I've been a bit lazy about it. I have found excuse after excuse not to go out in the cold today. So I behind in my search. I like working I thinking, it's been so long since I've done it on a normal basis that I'm not sure if I cand do it. But heres hoping there is sanity in my world as well as an ability to make things work