Kytherea1

Spanksgiving 09 - St. Louis, MOS

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 03:13:16 GMT

Last weekend was a great get-away to Spanksgiving in St. Louis. This is My second time to attend Spanksgiving and once again, it was a great time. I look forward to the downtime with finn and also the time I have to just be Myself and the ability to play in a place that it won’t matter how loud things are. The classes are not only fun but also a chance to meet others which is probably the second best reason to attend events of this sort.

I got in early for a change and this year was not signed up to be a DM so the afternoon was ours to catch up and get comfortable with our mini-vacation. We went to a relaxing lunch and then headed to the host hotel to settle in. Once we checked me in we stopped in to the vendor area and I went straight to Miss Martha’s Corset Shop. Check out her site at www.corset1.com. I am rarely turned on by the corsets but this time, one called to Me. It had a halter collar and looked very classy. I originally tried on a bright green one but Ms. Martha and finn convinced Me to change to pretty turquoise brocade. Finn bought it for Me and I think that was so sweet. I must admit, they were right about the color. Don’t you think?

We wandered around for a while and then made reservations to have a one hour photo session on Saturday night with Cruel-Desires. You can find him on Fetlife so take a look at his beautiful photographs.

finn made reservations at our favorite Italian restaurant on “The Hill” and we arrived right on time and I was excited. I’d been looking forward to dinner for months and I was not disappointed. After dinner we headed back to the hotel and both of us fell asleep. I woke up and nudged finn and we got up. It just wouldn’t do to miss a precious night of the dungeon. We wandered around the dungeon for a while and it was pretty crowded and loud. I don’t usually mind loud and since I love to play in front of a crowd but this time, I just wasn’t feeling it so we went over to check out something new. They had a “quiet” dungeon and I loved it. There was open equipment so we had a place to play and the music was a little more sedate. It gave me a chance to slip into that state of mind with leather and steel. finn too had a chance to feel the floggers and I could use the crop. On Friday, I can leave marks on him because they have a chance to heal before Sunday.

We stayed late and then had a snack at their midnight buffet. It was later than that though so I guess we were lucky to get anything. We went back up to the room and fell right asleep.

It was my plan to sleep late on Saturday but the main workshop I wanted to attend was at 9:00 am. I wanted to go to the fire play workshop with Pairadox and his girl. I woke up in plenty of time and after finn got My coffee we headed out. As it turned out, it was the best decision ever because I found My new passion. I am totally “fired” up about fire play. Pairadox was great and there were other Firetops there so after the workshop we were able to experience it. We returned for the more advanced Fire play workshop after that were finn just kept shaking his head when I asked questions. He could see his future looming ahead of him.

After that we grabbed some lunch at the hotel and then headed out to do a little shopping for the photo shoot. The purpose was getting a few pictures that finn can use on his Fetlife and I wanted a few of finn and me. I have lots of pictures of andrew but not of finn. I was excited about the shoot and I had certain things in mind already. Andrew is a camera slut and finn is less so but he really got into the program. We also stopped in to get a manicure. Finn didn’t want to get one so I allowed him to skip it this time and he waited patiently. I’m glad I got the manicure because it showed in a couple of the pictures.

We came back to the hotel and I set out all My clothes for the photo shoot at 8. The plan was to go down to the photo shoot and stop in to the corset shop to make sure it was laced properly and go to the shoot. After that, we would hit the dungeon. I was looking forward to some fire play. Ms. Martha tightened the laces. She asked Me if I could still breathe and although I was huffing a little, I could still breathe so I said I could. She said, “if you can still breathe it isn’t tight enough!” I lost a great huff of air while she pulled it tight. I have to say that at first I was like, “no way I can do this”, but as time went on, I got used to it. I figured if Scarlet could do it, so could I.

We headed over to do the shoot and visited with one of the security guys while we waited. I was curious to interview staff and see what they thought about all the kink and fetish. I bet it’s their favorite. As it turned out, his wife is dominant and they play all the time at home. He said he would love to bring her to an event next year. I hope he does.

The photo shoot went really well and we had a lot of fun. The wardrobe changes we had in mind worked but we were pressed for time. He told us to come back in about 20 min to get the disc. We were waiting for my drink and finn was wondering about the time since we booked an hour when the photographer came out and said we had about 20 more minutes and he was sorry that he forgot we paid for an hour. So we went back and did more shots. It would have been better if the momentum hadn’t been broken but still we had fun and now we have some great pictures.

I think I’m going to mention to the TESFest organizers how successful this photo studio was and I really wish they could get one of the popular fetish photographers to do a workshop on taking fetish photos. Maybe Lokei would do it since he's often in New York and likes to attend TesFest. The key is to keep the price down though.

After the photo’s we went to the dungeon and just watched for a couple of hours. I was dying to play in the fire area but I didn’t have any equipment and the guys were playing with these hot girls and there was no way I was interrupting that. This one girl had legs that never stopped and she was on the cross with her friend. She writhed around like a porn star when he ran the fire down her body. When he lit her pussy on fire, she came so hard she put the fire in his hand out. Then she clamped her legs together while she came and he couldn’t get his hand free, I was laughing so hard and having a good time. There were a couple of girls really squealing and it was bothering finn so we headed to the quiet dungeon to get a little play in. I wanted to work with the new steel ball flogger that finn had made for his toy bag. I’m glad he’s getting that together.

This was going to be a little lighter play night so that there will be no lingering marks. I spent most of the time experimenting with the new flogger. I actually did throw it a few times and it has a hard thump. It’s painful if it wraps at all. Then I just started dragging it around. I think it’s fun to pile it up on his face. You think at first that you cannot breathe but you can and it blots out the light. I let finn play with it on Me and I loved it. After we finished playing, we went back to the other dungeon for a bit and then went to have snacks. After that, we went up to the room and fell asleep.

We had breakfast and did a little more shopping because I wanted to buy some fire toys. Jack sold them to me at a discount which was nice of him. Finn took me to the airport after that. It was a great weekend and of course seeing My slut is always the star of the show. Thanks for a wonderful time finn!

TesFest andrew[Ky]

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:56:25 GMT

This is andrew's thoughts on TesFest. I have to admit that watching andrew's face as we walked into the dungeon on Friday night was absolutely priceless. Being the person to introduce him to the joys of being with so many other like minded people was a rare treat. I'll post some pictures from the room later when I do My write up.

andrew[KY]

My TesFest 09 Experience.

TesFest to me can be summed up in one word: Amazing. The anticipation
leading up to it was intense, I had heard so many great things about
it from my Mistress, and it lived up to the hype in every way
possible. Outside of Paddles, magazines, and videos I had never seen
people dressed in full fetish gear, or latex, or elaborate costumes,
or nothing at all, at the event it was everywhere. From the second I
walked into the hotel the only people who weren’t in the lifestyle
were the hotel staff members (not that I know of anyway), and it
stayed that way the entire time, and even they looked like they were
enjoying themselves.

Everywhere I looked there were Mistresses, Masters
and their slaves dressed to the nines. One added bonus, which got me
into some trouble, were the amount of beautiful women who were walking
around barefoot or in sandals because as a foot lover it was hard to keep my
eyes off the floor. my Mistress didn’t quite share my enthusiasm
(Although I stared at her wonderful feet and perfectly painted nails
more than once).

Attending the classes and seminars at the event was like being
enrolled in a BDSM college, and I loved every second of it. There were
classes on how to communicate with your owner, how to properly tie
people up, and everything in between. There was so much to do that we
actually missed a few things because we had to take a break to eat (My
Mistress and I had the Mexican buffet, which I liked…a lot).

The highlight of my trip was the dungeon at the end of the
night. Walking in, I knew that I was going to be hurt by my Mistress
for infractions listed elsewhere on her blog, but I was still excited.
My trip to the dungeon consisted of being tied to a spanking bench (I
LOVE to be bound to the point where I can’t move) and spanked to tears
with clothespins all over my balls, and wearing a pair of nipple
clamps which my Mistress ripped off me when my nipples turned a dark
grey. Another part of my dungeon trip which I liked a lot was when my
Mistress had me balance a thin wooden paddle on my head while I was
tied to the bench, and again later while I was standing in position with the
clamps on. That was new trick for me, but I did manage to keep it balanced
the entire time. Dropping it really wasn’t an option.

On a lighter note when we got back to the hotel room my Mistress made
the toilet overflow, she tried to flush it a second time too quickly,
but with my experience as a building engineer (God, I love that title,
almost as much as Slut) I quickly turned the water off before it
flooded the room. The front desk sent a guy up to “fix” it; he came
armed with some medical gloves and a toilet scrubber, so I ended up
doing the work and drying the floor while my Mistress used the
bathroom downstairs.

After we got settled in my Mistress allowed me to
massage and kiss her perfect feet before bed, I wasn’t allowed to lick
them, but just being able to touch them was enough for me.

I had to leave early the next morning and after making my Mistress her morning
coffee, while I was getting dressed, she said to me “Damn it, your ass
isn’t even red anymore”, so she had me lay over the ottoman and gave
me a quick but hard barehanded spanking before I caught my cab.

I can’t wait until my next event, this was my first and I admit that
I’m hooked now, I got to meet new people, be with my Mistress, and
learn new things. I was relieved that we had the entire hotel and that
there were no people there to judge me or anyone else for the things
I/we like. I feel more relaxed about who I am knowing that there are
enough people in the area who are interested in the lifestyle to fill
a five floor hotel, I don’t feel like I’m the only twenty-three year
old submissive boy in NJ anymore. Which is a very good feeling.

finn's TesFest

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:08:52 GMT

Well back from TesFest and I plan to comment on My time there but since finn was inspired enough to write his journal already, I'm going to post his first.

here it is....

by finn[Ky]

Mistress Kytherea asked (ok commanded) me to write about my experiences at this year’s TESfest and ways in which they might improve. This year we attended quite a few seminars in which keeping a journal was mentioned so Her request was not unusual. Instinctively i protested with “i don’t know about that.” She shot back with; “See… there you are judging me again.” Respectfully, i replied that; “i wasn’t judging Her but that Jason and many of Her friends put a lot of work into the success of the event and i didn’t want to criticize their efforts.” Again She came back and said;” But they deserve to know.” Other than the fact that Mistress Kytherea is always right that seemed like a valid argument to me. Usually i spend weeks pondering about my time with my Owner, however i didn’t get the feeling from Her that She enjoys that part of the uniqueness i add so here is my experience, uncharacteristically soon after the event.

It is true that i have been feeling neglected lately see Mistress Kytherea’s live journal Feb 1, 2009. Here is the link http://kytherea1.livejournal.com/. So i thought TESfest represented a great opportunity to see my Owner in a lifestyle friendly environment and erase Her disappointment from TESfest last year. Several days after i made the reservations Mistress Kytherea informed me that She had been talking to andrew[Ky] about attending prior to me making the reservations. Not only was this a surprise and a disappointment at the same time, but the news came while i was on vacation. i rallied to save my vacation and put off dealing with this until i returned to work.

Following vacation and some honest discussion between Mistress Kytherea and myself, I thought it would be in our best interest that we each go our separate ways during TESfest and i would consider Mistress Kytherea “busy” for the weekend and other than knowing i was arriving on Thursday and departing on Sunday She didn’t know my plans. Thursday, was hectic but only because i made it so. The directions on the TESfest website gave instructions coming from New York which represented no problem for me because i like the excitement of the City however, by the time i flew into LaGuardia then took a cab to Penn Station, then NJ Transit to New Brunswick, NJ, and finally another cab to the hotel i was ready for a drink. ( suggestion #1) i realize most members of TES are from New York City but for us out-of-towners it might be nice to include travel directions on the TESfest website from Newark airport.

The registration process at the hotel was well organized and other than the hotel giving me a room with double beds instead of a king everything was fine. i subconsciously substituted in my mind a king bed for being close to an ice machine. i was by myself on one hand and i drink a lot of soda on the other so it worked out. The meet and greet on Thursday evening in the courtyard was a lot of fun and i enjoyed watching the black musicians flirt with a black Mistress and Her submissive. Something strange happened when i got up to leave between songs. The musicians were taking a break. As i walked away, i felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was the lead singer with an outstretched hand he said “Hey man thanks for hanging out with us tonight. We really appreciate it!” To which i replied “no problem, i enjoyed it”.

The next morning, i attended a seminar about dominance and submission which attempted to tear down my belief that a person is naturally submissive or dominant. Just after the presenter started, someone came in and sat down right behind me. It was Mistress Kytherea and andrew[Ky]. In a strange way this sent me to the edge of my seat. No longer could i just relax and play the role of a church mouse in the corner. i now had to have my “A” game because i never know what will happen when She is in the room. Mistress Kytherea didn’t know i had seen Her come in and poked my arm announcing Her presence to me. While at the same time i was uneasy, in a strange way it was comforting to know that She could go wherever She wanted to and out of the six or so seminars available, She picked the same one as i did. After the seminar it had become increasingly warm in the room and Mistress Kytherea had gone up to the presenter to exchange pleasantries. i stepped out into the hall for some cool air and waited.

After a voluptuous hug from my Mistress, She asked me which seminar i was going to go to next? i told Her that none of them really stood out to me so i wasn’t planning on going to any of them. She wanted to attend a bondage seminar with Lochai, who not only is one of the better riggers there but takes pictures as well. i agreed to go with Her and andrew[Ky] and have lunch afterwards. The seminar ran way longer than it was supposed to and we actually missed lunch but the thing i remember most was looking at Mistress Kytherea on the edge of Her seat, craning Her neck to see as well as She could, absorbing the information. (suggestion #2) the presenter did as good as he could with explaining how to tie the different knots but as far as the audience learning how to tie i think he had little success. Perhaps folding tables could be set up and arranged in a way that the presenter could stand in the middle. 2X4 blocks of wood with large dowels fastened into the 2X4 base could be used by the audience to practice the different knots.

Following the seminar again Mistress Kytherea expressed Her gratitude to the presenter and it was off to another seminar on how to be a good bottom. Much of the discussion was on the lines of negotiating and making desires known to a dominant. One of the advantages that andrew[Ky] and i have is that there is no negotiating with our Owner so the talk of negotiating for a scene was sort of lost on us. We did learn a little about flagging and the meanings of different colors in which pocket. finn[Ky] wanted to ask what does a white handkerchief in the left pocket mean? But he thought it might not be appropriate timing and chose to keep his mouth shut. Afterwards i did point out a spanking virgin to my Owner and piqued Her interest and he was sort of smitten with Her especially when She collected our pens from the assignment. So buddywiththecaninglimit, if you are reading this, you’re at the right place.

It was on to lunch. This ticked me off because the day before they told me that there were no special orders outside the buffet but when Mistress asked them a day later it was “Sure You can have another menu”! The good thing was i was able to order pizza. Mistress Kytherea asked a new friend, Fidel if he would like to join us? He accepted and we had an enjoyable time visiting with him during lunch and afterwards outside on the patio. Later that evening Mistress Kytherea called my room and woke me up and told me to attend the Celebrity auction at 10 o’clock. This excited me as i never know what to expect. Did She decide to put Herself up for auction? What was going to happen that i should attend? my excitement turned to disappointment when She didn’t show. After the auction i went to the dungeon to see if She was there but that too yielded no results and i made my way to my room. At 1:30 AM I couldn’t sleep and went back down to the dungeon and saw Mistress Kytherea and andrew[Ky] were just getting ready to go enjoy the outside patio. Mistress asked if i wanted to go along and i accepted. i was impressed and amused at how andrew[Ky] served Mistress Kytherea. She worked him over endlessly with requests at lunch and then later outside for his shirt to keep Her warm and then to sit on the ground to cool his ass, all done without the slightest pause from him. That night i went to my room and cried myself to sleep. i thought of the history Mistress Kytherea and i have and questioned if my use to Her had run it’s course. This boy had made up his mind that if Mistress Kytherea left to go watch fireworks the next day he was going to beg for release. In that case it would seem obvious to him, Mistress Kytherea would be sending a message that She would rather be somewhere else than with him. Why should someone own his integrity and loyalty if he received nothing in return? See Mistress Kytherea’s live journal Feb 1, 2009. Here is the link http://kytherea1.livejournal.com/. Yes, i know i was on a pity train, and it was running wild. Sadly, it was one that i had suggested for each of us going our separate ways. my only hope was that if i begged for release She would take Her responsibility seriously and not just because i begged for it.

On Saturday, finn[Ky] took his time getting ready because he knew it had been late the night before and the first seminars weren’t until 10:00 AM so he figured his phone would not ring before 8:00AM. It was right at 8:00AM when his Mistress phoned and asked if he was still sleeping that he sounded tired. finn[Ky] said he had a rough night and Mistress Kytherea said She did too. Hers’ was related to a plumbing problem. I nervously asked what time She was leaving today and if She was going to watch the fireworks? This boy let out a huge sigh of relief and concern was replaced with a big smile when She said She wasn’t going to go watch the fireworks. Immediately he felt a huge burden lifted from his shoulders as he went to meet his Owner.

We had breakfast before attending our first seminar on interrogation. After we were there awhile Mistress Kytherea asked a question about gathering information. She said, “I want to use this if I know something is wrong that is causing a problem in the relationship I want to get that all out, fix the problem and move on”. This boy almost wet himself because just days earlier Mistress Kytherea had told finn[Ky] to speak in clear sentences and quit beating around the bush. i thought there was an interrogation in my near future. Then a little later i was amused by a submissive girl that was taking notes on tactics for withholding information. i was like WTF??? Imagine getting your ass beat in the middle of an interrogation and you’re gonna look at your notes?? C’mon!

Part 2 of the interrogation presentation was held outside. It was a pretty day outside and the interrogators had two female submissives to demonstrate on. The first order of business was to have them strip naked from that point on i was good.*smiles* and when one had to do exercises nude with a pillow case over her head my day just couldn’t get any better.

Afterwards we took a stroll through the vendor village and Mistress bought a stocking mask and I bought a tartan roadster hat. i know… an odd combination but both items will bring an equal amount of pleasure i am sure. We talked with Jason and Sue and Mistress Kytherea made a plea to Jason to make Her a new silk flogger but to no avail. i know that is at least twice She has reminded him when i was with Her and i am not there that often. We didn’t like the buffet menu so opted for bar food which amounted to a damn good Angus burger. Jason and Sue joined us later and it was good to visit with them as well.

With lunchtime over it was time for our final seminar of the day. This one was presented by a submissive who proposed that it was all about her rather than about her Master. i could feel Mistress Kytherea squirm as She sat up toward the edge of Her seat. The girl had a plunging halter top and we had center view thanks to my Mistress. Anyway she said that it was about her being properly prepared to anticipate her Master’s needs so that she had more time for herself. i remember thinking to myself…” well he must not change his mind very often if you can be prepared for his requests”. This boy commented to his Owner that seminar was a waste of time but the more i thought about something she said i changed my mind. The comment was about if she were Mistress Kytherea’s boy she would get a back pack, and carry that everywhere they went. In the back pack she would have things like a fingernail kit in case Mistress Kytherea broke a nail and from there my mind raced of all the things i could put in the bag. So today I asked Mistress Kytherea if She would be willing to fill out a spreadsheet that I would create, naming Her favorites like shampoo, body wash, color and brand of nail polish etc etc. i think it would be fun gathering the stuff and i would have a reference for those necessities. She seemed excited about the idea which made me happy.

After a nap, Mistress Kytherea wanted to take a bubble bath and i needed ice and She wanted another packet of coffee so i tracked down housekeeping. When i returned Mistress called me in to shave Her legs and wash Her hair. What a difference a day makes. Life couldn’t get any better than it was now. Before rinsing off, Mistress Kytherea dismissed me and when She came out of the bathroom She told me to put lotion on Her legs. Fortunately for me it wasn’t oily. i hate that stuff on my hands. After the lotion was worked into Her legs She asked me to run a comb through Her hair. finn[Ky] has grown to appreciate these moments because usually it is a good time to just talk between the two of us, whatever is on our minds. i think as hard as it was for me to say, this is where i admitted to Mistress Kytherea that She was right that i could learn something from andrew[Ky].

By now Mistress Kytherea’s hair had dried enough that She could finish it off with the hair dryer and get dressed to go outside for hambugers, hot dogs, bar-b-que ribs, and apple pie ala mode. This was the best meal we had and add to it some more conversation and it was a very relaxing time. Next we went to the slave auction but we didn’t have any play money to buy which was just as well. They announced that the last slave was next and we bolted to the dungeon before the rush for equipment. It didn’t matter. There was already a crowd trying to work themselves up to a station. my Mistress knew as soon as they expanded the dungeon there would be more equipment available and She went after a double sided cross along with the girl and her Master that gave the presentation about anticipation and being prepared with a backpack. Go figure! They agreed to share the cross and Mistress agreed to accept it.

Mistress asked me with a twinkle in Her eye “if i was sure i was ready for this? i was really “hungry” as Mistress Kytherea likes to call it and did my best to reassure Her that i was ready. i couldn’t remember the last time we had played. Now thinking back i think it was April at Paddles. The twinkle in Her eye combined with a knowing smirk made me reconsider my decision to forego use of the restroom. When this boy came back he took a small sip of the ice water and Mistress Kytherea told finn[Ky] to take off his clothes and fold them neatly while She took the toys out of Her bag and arranged them on the chair above my folded clothes.

The first thing Mistress Kytherea had me do was kneel down facing Her with my back to the cross and placed a blindfold over my eyes saying “ Take a good look around boy cause that’s the last you are going to see for awhile. I want this nice and dark”.

I was sweating. This was a little disappointing to me at first because i was looking forward to watching the breasts across from me on the cross as her Master put her through his paces. True to Her word Mistress Kytherea continued to turn out my lights. The blindfold did a very good job by itself but in addition She applied vet wrap covering my whole head. Mistress Kytherea asked me if i could see any light and i told Her that i could see very faint light just to the left of my nose, but that i couldn’t see anything. The Mistress Kytherea asked me if i could breathe while at the same time pushing against my nose. my Mistress had done a much better job wrapping this time and i must say my airflow was unrestricted. When She pushed against my nose, i drank Her scent into my lungs as fast as i could. It seemed that with my eyes and ears restricted all my senses moved to my nose and this boy tried to utilize those additional senses to move his nose further up his Mistress’ hand to inhale as much of Her as he could.

Mistress Kytherea moved Her hand and said “Lean forward with your head on the ground and ass up in the air”! Damn why did She have to phrase it like that? The thought of that is so humiliating to me. The leather jock I wear is way too small and my visual is like a peanut shell attached with rubber bands. And worse of all i kept thinking of all the people including miss bigtitsminusherwhitehalter that were able to look at my big ass cheeks separated by only a rubber band while her Master was working her over on the cross. Fortunately, my Owner didn’t give me much time to dwell on that before She started to beat my ass. Hunkered down with my head on the floor i tried my best to remain still for my Mistress, then i felt Her put Her foot on my back and move me off balance by applying pressure with Her foot.

There was a scene in progress next to ours that was loud and a little unsettling but i tried to put that out of my head and focus my attention on my Owner. Mistress Kytherea had me stand and lean against the cross with my arms raised against the wooden uprights while She used a variety of implements like, hairbrushes, floggers, wooden paddles, a thin wooden stick much like the size of a paint stir. Once after a strike with Her flogger Mistress Kytherea asked me “Did that hurt”? finn[Ky] replied “No Mistress”. She then tried to hit me harder and the flogger slipped out of Her hand and flew end over end through the room. i am always filled with apprehension when i hear Her say “Oops”. So in addition to the flying flogger i was able to pick up and hear Mistress apologize for hitting a submissive girl who walked into Her single tail. The Master apologized to Mistress Kytherea admitting that it was their fault but i was expecting for that to have a devastating effect on my Owner and stop our play. Fortunately for me it did not. Mistress Kytherea recognized my arms getting tired and told me to put them at my side. She had me turn around facing Her while She attached clothespins to my nipples. Lucky for me Mistress didn’t clamp them as hard as She could have but i could tell they were there nonetheless. Mistress then had me put my hands over my head and She pushed my elbows out wider which also exposed my nipples to Her throws of the flogger. At first this pain was bearable but i think there was at least three separate times after Her strikes that Mistress told me to square my shoulders after i had cringed and closed them. i think two of the three times She had knocked the clothespins from my nipples with the flogger and it hurt.

Mistress had me turn back around facing the cross and She brought out Her silk flogger to take a bit of the sting out of my back. She can hit real light with it or just lay it over my shoulder or just kind of dangle it lightly over my back and the coolness of the silk feels good against the heat of my back. She hung the flogger around my back and told me to sit down on the chair which was above my folded clothes. Each movement of standing, turning around, sitting, kneeling Mistress Kytherea was by my side and i occasionally brushed up against Her accidentally but it was always a comforting feeling for me. As i sat still on the chair She gave me an old bank money bag to hold. i am not sure what is in there but i was sure it wasn’t filled with money.

Mistress Kytherea said; “you can thank me for being nice to you and get you out of this because i think there is something you would want to watch”. After Mistress pulled the vet wrap off of my head and removed the blindfold i was a little disappointed to see She had packed Her toys but as soon as i looked up i discovered why. There was a Master having a scene with two physically fit, young, females chained facing each other arms out to the side and overhead. i asked Mistress Kytherea if i could put my clothes back on and didn’t get a response which usually is the same as a no.

There was a hairbrush under my chair that had been cracked, Mistress told me that wasn’t the one She was using on me but i like to think it was. LOL Mistress Kytherea told me to stand behind Her and brush Her hair. The brush was wide and big and not very easy to work with, but once I started brushing Her hair i noticed Her locks next to Her shoulders were wet. Now finn[Ky] would like to say Mistress Kytherea worked up a sweat using Her toys on Her property but that would be to ignore how bad Mistress Kytherea wants to find a girl and seeing them so close probably was more the reason for the perspiration because they were HOT and gyrating against each other in between strikes stealing kisses from each other. Afterwards we went outside to take advantage of the nice weather which was pleasant but cool enough for Mistress Kytherea to put on an over-shirt. Her throat had been sore most of the day anyway. (suggestion #3) At other events that Mistress Kytherea and finn[Ky] have attended there is often some food available as a midnight snack. It doesn’t have to be much but it would have been nice.

So the cliff notes version is Thursday and Friday weren’t the best for me, but I learned lessons some much bigger than others. Saturday was another one of those times that are pressed into my memory bank. i am still tired so it must have been a good weekend.

finn[Ky]

The cute little apt downstairs in the two family house is for rent again

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:45:34 GMT

Let me know if you know someone who might like this 1 br. apt. It's in Island Park, on Long Island. Bike riding distance to Long beach. $211 a month commute on the LIRR to the city. 5 min from the train station, 45 min commute to Penn Station. private driveway. walk in closet, dishwasher, side by side fridge. $1000 a month.. It's really cute and sort of a girl place. We live upstairs so it's pretty safe. It's a two family house.

andrew is back... yet again.. here's the story

Tue, 19 May 2009 21:12:06 GMT

Andrew disappeared..... again.... this is the story. Comments appreciated....

K

Returning to my Mistress

To properly tell the story of how I returned to my Mistress, the woman
who only wants the best for me, the woman who owns me completely, I
first have to tell the story of how I disappeared. As some of you may
know from reading my Mistress’s previous blogs she had allowed me to
have a girlfriend, whom I loved very much, yes loved, and for months
things had been wonderful, but she ultimately brought me to my lowest
point.

Jessica (The aforementioned girlfriend) and I had been engaged in a
quasi D/s relationship, we sometimes switched, but for the most part
she had been the dominant partner, and though we had some problems in
the past, things were going very well.

One Friday night we were out to eat at one of our favorite restaurants
when she asked me in an incredibly serious voice if I would marry her,
she then looked at me as if her whole world depended on my answer. My
mind shut down for a split second, and then I proceeded to speak my
mind.

I’m not ready to be married, not to anyone, I’m only twenty-two years
old, your only twenty-two years old. Why haven’t we talked about this
before? Why didn’t you tell me that you felt this way? I’m too young.
With every syllable of my statements her face fell from hopeful to a
deeper and deeper scowl, and then almost to a feral glare. When I had
finally stopped I expect her to explode, or at the very least speak
with me in a very very pissed off voice, what I got turned out to be
so much worse. She sat in silence, staring at me as I tried to stammer
out an apology, until she got up from the table and turned to leave, I
quickly paid the bill and followed her out. I found her in the parking
lot standing next to my car, she looked in every direction except for
mine, the last thing I wanted to do was corner her inside a small
space, so I drove her home in silence. She got out at her house
without a word, slamming the door and half running up her stairs, she
never looked back.

The next day around noon she called, she said she was coming over to
pick up some of her things, and before I could even say ok, she hung
up. She rang the buzzer and when I let her in she acted as if I wasn’t
there, going from room to room like she was trying to remove all
evidence of her time here, she gathered everything from clothes to
hair clips. The entire time I was apologizing, asking her, begging her
to say something, anything. As she was leaving, she looked at me for
the first time since dinner, as if to say something, I could see in
her face that she was fighting back tears, but she said nothing, and
then she left.
I told no one about what had happened, not my parents, not my friends,
and worst of all, not my Mistress, the person who should have been
called hours ago. For days I stared at my phone, I left her messages,
I sent texts, I wrote and e-mail, and got nothing in return. I was a
zombie at work, going through the motions of my job, but I wasn’t
really there, I was still at that damn restaurant, trying to do it
over. My friends called, my family called, my Mistress called, every
time the phone rang I ran to it, hoping to see the caller ID flash the
name Jess, but it never did.
I wanted to call my Mistress, I should have called my Mistress, but I
didn’t. I was afraid, afraid that she might say that I had fucked up
somehow, though even then it sounded ridiculous. In my mind I saw her
siding with Jessica, and saying that I could have done this or that.
But most of all I was afraid that she would tell me to just let her
go, that I could do better, and I didn’t want to hear that, I couldn’t
hear that, I wanted Jessica.
And then I did something that I hadn’t done my entire life, I began to
drink, slowly at first, just a six pack to pass the time, and I had
plenty of time. Then it went to cases of beer, then some shooters,
then a pint, then a whole bottle. And when you live around the corner
from at least ten bars, and liquor stores that stay open all day, you
can, and as I found out, will get hammered. Most of my friends had
stopped calling, I had called my parents, mainly so they wouldn’t try
to find me, but still I hadn’t called my Mistress, and still Jessica
had not called me.

While this was going on, my father had lost his job, and bills were
beginning to pile up, the whole family seemed to slip into a
depression. I took this as an opportunity to not only help my family,
but to clean myself up, so I did the unthinkable, I moved back home,
into my cramped and tiny bedroom. I started to go to AA meetings,
three a week, and with a lot of sleepless nights, and the support of
my family, I dried myself out. Still I had not called my Mistress.
After about forty days of sobriety, and forty days of the same
bullshit that made me move out the first time, I got what I called a
“transitional emergency apartment” on the border of Harrison and East
Newark. From the outside it looks like a tenement, but its slightly
nicer inside, either way it was my new home, and that exactly what the
more positive and sober me needed. Still, I missed Jessica, and I held
out some faint hope that she would call.

Then one day I went online to the site where I had met my Mistress,
and there was a message waiting for me, from my Mistress, that simply
asked where I was. I poured it out, I typed for about twenty minutes
just to lay the framework of my story. The next day there was a
response, my Mistress wanted to speak with me on the phone, and at
once I was excited and filled with fear. How had she reacted? How
would I even begin to justify my silence? And what would she say about
Jessica? I had only laid down the basic events; I hadn’t mentioned
that Jessica or “Jennifer” as my Mistress used to call her was the
cause of my downfall.

A few days later my Mistress and I spoke on the phone for the first
time in months, we talked, well I talked for about seventy minutes,
but I said that there were some things I had to tell her in person.
She understood, and for the next few weeks we kept in touch through
phone calls and Gmail. Then one Saturday she asked me if I wanted to
go to an event I had attended with her theyear before, I of course said yes,
because more than anything I wanted
a chance to not only tell my story, but to see my Mistress’s reactions
as well.

As the show got closer I began to get steadily more nervous, nervous
about what her reactions might be, and ultimately what my punishment
or punishments to be more accurate would be. Finally the day came; I
put on my suit, and got on the train to see my Mistress. She was
staying at a hotel on Madison Avenue, I was early, and when I called
her she was still getting ready in her room, she told me to “get up
here.” The elevator ride to her room was in my mind the longest in
history, so many things went through my head that I actually began to
sweat. And then there I was, standing outside her door, scared out of
my mind, but also very excited, because, well because even when I’m
being hurt, I still love spending time with my Mistress.

When she answered the door she looked at me with her piercing blue
eyes and I instantly felt relaxed, she reached out and we hugged for
maybe two solid minutes, she whispered in my ear “It’s good to smell
you again, slut.” My Mistress couldn’t stay long, she had to be at the
show hours before it began to set things up, but before she left she
gave me a list of things to do before I left for the show, she said if
I did everything well, she might consider letting me sleep on the bed
instead of the floor. The last thing she did before she walked out the
door was to show me that she had brought her wooden paddle, the
burgundy one that I knew very well, as she passed me to leave she said
“It’s going to be a long night slut, I hope you’re ready”, I shakily
replied that I was, and then she left smiling her ‘I got you now’
smile.

After my Mistress had left I immediately started working on her list,
I turned down her bed, I carefully laid her pajamas out, I went around
the corner to a small store and bought her three bottles of cranberry
juice, and finally I filled the ice bucket. I was and still am used to
staying in hotels of far less quality, so when I called the front desk
I foolishly asked where the ice machine on my floor was.

I still had time after I was done, so I decided that instead of taking
a cab across town, I would just walk the twenty blocks, and I would
save some money in the process. I walked quickly, bursting with
nervous energy, and I still arrived about fifteen minutes before I was
supposed to. I walked inside, called my Mistress to let her know that
I arrived, she laughed when I told her that I walked, I’m not sure
why, I guess few people walk anywhere in NYC, but I’m not sure.
After about an hour of aimlessly walking around this huge room filled
with hundreds of people I don’t know my Mistress was able to see me, I
pointed out which finger foods tasted the best, and soon after we made
our way to this massive auditorium where the actual show would take
place. The show lasted maybe an hour and a half, and I enjoyed every
second of it, it made you burst out laughing in some parts, and it
made you stop and think in others. After the show there was an
after-party, filled with bright lights and pounding music, thankfully
we only stayed about an hour, I hate clubs.

When we arrived back at the hotel room, my Mistress walked around
inspecting my work, and though she said nothing of its quality, I
could swear I saw a slight smile on her face. She then told me to
strip down to my boxers, and kneel on the floor on the side of the
bed. I filled her in on the rest of the story, I told her about
Jessica, and while she was furious that I had not called her, and that
I dared to make assumptions about her responses, I could tell that to
some degree she understood why I remained silent after what I had gone
through. We talked for over an hour, about what I had done, and what
it would take to fix that problem. She graciously allowed me to share
her bed, she had me run my hands through her hair, and then she
ordered me to the other side for the night, and for the first time in
a while I slept like a stone, worry free.

The next morning came, and I was sure that before I left I was going
to be spanked, I knew the only reason I hadn’t been beaten the night
before was because of how tired my Mistress was. When my Mistress woke
up I asked her if she was going to punish me, she thought about it for
a few seconds and then said “No slut, your ass is going to escape for
today, because I don’t feel like dealing with hotel security this
morning.” We parted ways at about 8:30 that morning, I got back on the
train, and my Mistress prepared herself for work. Thinking back on
that night and looking at my relationship with my Mistress as a whole,
I can say without question that I am a lucky slave. I’m not sure what
my punishment or punishments will be, but I know that I deserve them,
and if it means spending more time with my Mistress, in looking
forward to them.

Andrew [KY]

so funny

Sat, 02 May 2009 21:33:54 GMT

This joke was posted by AnnabelJ in the "Suck it up, Buttercup" group on fetlife... I was totally laughing while reading it...

This is totally meant to entertain and not offend :-)

HOW MANY SUBS DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHTBULB?

Answer:

1 to say she's not allowed to change a light bulb without Master's permission;

3 to say they're not even allowed to talk about changing a lightbulb without Master's permission;

1 to say, "well, that's why I'm glad I'm a sub and not a slave;"

15 to take offense to that statement as slaves;

56 to become embroiled in a discussion about what defines a slave vs. a sub;

3 peacemakers to point out that the definition of slave and sub is complicated, and different for everyone;

1 to finally overcome their submissive nature, take the initiative, and go to the store to pick one out;

4 to stress out on her return whether or not that particular light bulb casts the most pleasing glow for Master or Dom's pleasure;

1 to begin to screw it in anyway;

6 to debate if that's the right way to screw it in, because they do it differently;

1 to say, "well, I do it differently because I am a slave, not just a sub';

15 to take offense to the 'just a sub' phrasing;

78 to become embroiled in a hot debate over who's better, a sub or a slave;

3 to act as peacemakers and point out that the important thing is to change the light bulb according to their own kinks and beliefs;

1 to once again take the initiative to start screwing in the bulb;

436 to remind the sub that she needs to use lube every time;

5 to argue that it's more exciting to just do it dry;

436 to say, 'well then, I hope you are stocking up on Depends';

1 to tell that urban legend about the person who tried to 'insert' a light bulb and ended up in the ER;

1 to comment that she and Master use the Gorean ritual to change lightbulbs while cryptically leaving out what that entails;

4 to say they don't change lightbulbs because they're only submissive in the bedroom;

19 to comment that, for them, BDSM is about a lot more than sex;

6 to make cheeky, naughty comments about sex with their Master or Dom anyway;

33 to soothe the sub afterwards, when she worries she did not install the light bulb well enough to please Master or Dom.

1 to compose this list and post it to the Suck it up, Buttercup group on Fet Life.

HOW MANY MASTERS DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHTBULB?

None...they make their submissives do it.

Bondage in Advertising...

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 14:13:53 GMT

http://www.adrants.com/2009/04/bikinis-bondage-and-bikes-now-theres.php

I don't usually post from work but this was too good to pass up. Check out this link which is on the ADRANTs blog site.

K

Easter memories............ Me and Mom. I was about 5... check out the hat and gloves... I

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 15:27:18 GMT

Me and My Mom

Me and My dad.

loss... the day after

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 01:07:46 GMT

My good friend died this week. His funeral was yesterday in Texas and I wasn't able to go. My kids were there which is a good thing but I know people were wondering where I was.

Today, when I woke up, for a few moments it was normal. I was thinking about what I was going to wear to work and wondering if I could spend a few more minutes in bed. Then I remembered. Mark is gone. Not just away in Texas but really gone. I could never talk to him again or listen to him scold me about My weight or tease me about being a tree hugging liberal. He was one too really but he liked to give me shit.

He was my doctor, my friend, my advisor and a confidant. He was also a closet submissive and he lived vicariously through me. Through what he read here and on My blog and My website. I know that he wanted a scene and that he wanted me to play with him. He never said it or asked Me outright but I knew he wanted to. I just couldn't. I offered to oversee a scene with someone else and to be there but before we could get that together and make it happen, I got that phone call.

"So whatcha doin?" , he said. "nothin much I said, how bout you?" "well" he said, then a pause, "I'm dying"

I was at work almost but not quite two years ago. I froze. I wanted to scream and yell, "NO.. just wait... take that back,. Don't say that to me!"

It was cancer of the pancreas and he was a doctor. He owns the biggest family medical practice in Southeast Texas. When I didn't say anything right away he started talking, "I know you, your thinking up all the things you want to say to express your "half full" optimism but I'm a doctor and I know there is no optimism."'

I said My goodbyes to him at Christmas. It was the last time I was going to see him. We both knew it. I was sorry then that I hadn't helped him realize his fantasy. He was a wealthy man, he could buy most anything he wanted... and I had a gift I could have given him. How many strangers have I played with, why couldn't I have just sucked it up and pretended he was any other slut. Yes, I'm feeling really remorseful about that.

More than remorse, I just feel a void and I miss him. I had to take him out of My phone tonight and My email. I'm not sure what hurt more, taking it out or seeing it there and feeling that stab of pain that he wasn't at the other end of the ring anymore.

Nothing makes it better.

I miss you Mark... I love you and miss you.

random thoughts

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 04:02:53 GMT

On his LJ,sweetcandymike started this really cool thing... here's how it works. I ask him if I can participate and he posts five things about Me that come to mind. They may actually mean something or they could even be totally random. I then post them on My LJ with My comments and the chain of comments goes on.

I'll be happy to do this as well for anyone that's interested....

So, here is his response to Me and My comments are in My favorite color:

Their reply was:

Southern Belle - This is evahhhhh so true Dahhhhlin...
TES Hug - He makes Me work for hugs from Him and I get jealous if others get them and I don't
Weathered Storms - I have weathered many a storm and I'm impressed he was so resourceful in picking up on this
Committed Leather - I believe in the Leather community and our right to be who we are and feed our lusty greedy appetites when and where we please. This is a HUGE thing for Me.
Consistent Comments - I hope this doesnt mean I'm predictable... lol

Privacy and Exposure... Integrity

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 18:04:23 GMT

I have had a huge and sad disappointment of a friendship with a slave whom I’ve known since 2002 both online and in person. His Mistress, a fellow Dominant here in New York after discovering that he was communicating with other Mistresses against her wishes and keeping it secret from Her, set about digging into his past.

I am part of his past although because he is married and his wife is not aware of his activities, our relationship was never sexual but only sexless BDSM. I am regardless a past Mistress from at first an online relationship and then, from many changes in location on both our parts an up front and personal one in the flesh. She, after sending me an email, demanded I not contact him which I must say is good advice. However, it did rankle Me that She demanded it rather than ask politely. I did nothing wrong, I had no idea he was owned or that he was disobeying a Mistress by speaking with Me. We were friends that shared a past. Anyway, in My nature, anytime anyone commands I not do something, I feel honor bound to do that very thing.

So, I’m going to rant a little about this situation and hope that the bother of it goes away.

This boy is married, his wife is dying of brain cancer and he’s got a job that many people would cut their arm off for but the money is only mediocre compared to some of My friends with like employment. I’m thinking that affording a Pro-Domme/Mistress/Girlfriend is not only weighing heavily on his finances, but also expensive in time spent away from a wife that is facing not being on this earth anymore and a very demanding job. That is, if his wife’s illness is the actual truth and not a fabrication for My benefit.

He lied to Her and Me about so many things. But what really upset Me was that after Her first contact with Me by email, the next thing I saw was an email plastered with a copy of a private IM between Me and this boy.

When I saw that, I realized that the only way for her to be in possession of that was that he’d given her full access to his computer. Now you say, so what? Well, I surmised, if She had THAT,She also probably is in possession of a copy of My resume since he helped Me with it and this Woman that I do not know at all, has My private family and work information. I was NOT a happy camper about this. I like to choose who knows most about Me.

Her answer to this when I expressed dismay was, “ I can understand your anger at sharing personal information, but all that was shared was a chat transcript. There was no personal identifying information given to me and as his Mistress and his girlfriend I feel I am entitled to see and know about any and all discussions that occur with other Mistresses. If you don't agree with that then I apologize but thats just the way I feel - he's my boy and there will be no secrets.
As I am also active in the lifestyle and an active member of TES and give lectures for them and DSF among others so I understand about tolerance, personal rights and protection and am all for them. Your information will not be disclosed to anyone else I assure you.”

Thank god for this, and I hope She means it. I had mentioned that I was a member of TES and believed in it's principles.

I want to say, that as relationships change, I think a slave does owe it’s owner full disclosure of their feelings and going’s on. But as the slave moves on to a new owner, does that mean that personal information about prior owners or relationships become the possessions of the New Owner?

I have a lot of information about him. I know where he works, I know where he lives, I know who his wife is. I consider this precious trust. I would NEVER ever share that information with anyone and I was shocked to discover that he had so easily given up My private information. I do not believe for one moment that the tiny portion of a gmail IM she so politely reprinted for My benefit is all She is in possession of.

I learned a lesson that was inevitable. I share too much of Myself with people. But I have been talking and corresponding with this boy since 2002. In his case, he had a LOT more to lose than I did with disclosure.

I’m mostly “out”. My kids and their friends know even though they choose to ignore it and My husband has supported My involvement from the beginning of our relationship. This boy is NOT “out”, not by a longshot. Even people at My job, which is what scared Me the most, have a tiny idea about My interest in BDSM. My boss doesn’t. She would find it distasteful but I doubt she would fire Me.

There is some solace in that. I remember arguing with Jason about this. That people must do what they must do in order to keep enjoying the lifestyle. But not having a deep dark secret that others can expose at great cost to you, is relief in a most satisfying sense.

She also felt that it would be good for Me to know what he told her about his "chats" with Me. She wrote the following to Me:

"This is what he had to say about you regarding your chats :

" It was and is meaningless chatter to me. It may as well have been an elevator conversation about the weather with someone I have never seen before."

This is a picture from an earlier blog I wrote about our first lunch together. So much for the "never met before" part.

The Mistress continues and feels it's important that I know the following:

"WHen asked why he didn't tell me :

"You aren't going to like the answer--but it was not real--its fantasy land--it has no bearing at all on me in any way shape or form. I don;t even remember the chat(s) you are referring too. I will accept that they occurred, I will accept the transcript of what was said--I will not accept that they have any bearing at all on anything I do, did or perceive"

This Mistress finishes this email by saying that She bears Me no ill will. I have to wonder if that is so, why did She feel the need to tell Me this? If I take some time to analyze it as I often do I come to a few realizations. I'm not involved with this boy other than a few quick chats here and there. She is furious with her property for cheating on her. Of course, he's married and even with his wife dying, he still has chosen to cheat on her by having a girlfriend/Domme. I wouldn't call it polyamourous since there is no disclosure to his wife and she is not a willing participant in the triangle. I think since his Mistress has decided to "overlook" his wandering behavior, that She directed some of Her venom My way. This way, She can feel some gratification that since She doesn't want to really hurt him, that I would feel hurt and to grind home to Me that I was little or nothing to the boy.

I am much more concerned about the sharing of My private information than I am about finding out that the little weasel doesn't care about Me or found Me meaningless.

slaves will be slaves. It's finding people with scruples that is the hard part and I think that is a problem in the vanilla world as much as it is ours.

Lessons learned eh?

I'm just sayin.....

setbacks

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 16:43:11 GMT

The last couple of months have really been full of changes. Some are upsetting and some are just strange and some a metamorphosis of life that was just inevitable.

All the same, I am more comfortable with life. There was a time that I was fresh from a small city in Texas and walking around New York looking up. I still look up. Once, late at night as I stepped into the Dungeon offices of Stern Angel and as I looked around at the blood red drapes and carpets, I thought, well at least the blood won’t stain it. Then I gasped to Myself, was that ME that just said that and even worse MEANT it and with such normalcy. I was there for an interview. She wanted Me to work for Her having seen a scene between Me and a boy at Paddles. “I’m too soft,” I told Her. She just smiled and said, “ I’ll handle the nasty, disrespectful Masochists, I need someone like you to keep the scardy cats coming.”

Where would I be as a person without that experience? Not many American women get to audition for a prime time sadistic Mistress to work in Her dungeon. I didn’t take Her up on it. I finally decided that it was such a precious part of Me, this strong Dominant persona with a streak of sadistic pleasures and an agenda that pleases only Herself, that She was too important to put at risk of boredom by making it a chore. I did take a client here and there for Her when I needed money and a few for a ballerina friend of Mine that would ask Me to take a few clients when she was called to do a stand-in performance.

Oh My how I used to love to watch Her as She threw Her singletail at the lucky groin of a groaning Man four times Her size as She stood daintily on one tiny foot with Her other foot tucked against her other knee in a ballet of it’s own in perfect balance. She also had a Texas lesbian lover which earned points on Her side from Me. It was never much money but even so, I felt almost guilty taking it after letting some man off My lap with an erection that practically put My eye out, with such glee.

It’s wonderful memories like this, that keep Me going when I suffer setbacks in this lifestyle. I’ve been sad about the whole thing lately. It’s snowing the land of slaves that disappoint.

andrew is MIA yet again having disappeared and chosen not to answer my email or text messages. I spent a LOT of time training Andrew. I know that slaves come and go but it just seems like there should be some loyalty to be found. I think when a relationship turns in a direction that take them away from each other, that abandonment is a cruel and unfeeling way to separate. Why not just truthfulness? It rankles.

finn is feeling neglected and we are working through some of the hardest hurdles of our long7-8 year relationship as Owner and slave. The saving grace here is that finn does have integrity and loyalty. We have a deal that he finagled from Me in the beginning that there would be no release unless it was a joint decision that it was for the best. It has saved his ass more than I can say. I’m really busy lately with a daughter who has a new baby, a son who is raising a 6 year old and finding it challenging, a job that I like but it’s very demanding and a wonderful husband who deserves My time. I won’t give up the lifestyle that I yearn and need but I don’t want finn slighted either. It’s tuff to solve that but I’m working on it. I’ll decide what is best for him as I always have. finn and I call them “hurdles”.

I’ll talk about the other disappointment in it’s own post since I think it brings question to a privacy issue.

a VERY welcome trip to get My manicure and pedicure

Mon, 08 Dec 2008 02:32:05 GMT

At the request of one of My foot sluts... I am posting some pictures of My trip to get a pedicure today.

enjoy.. all you foot sluts...

Best Turkey ever

Sat, 29 Nov 2008 03:10:19 GMT

I made the best Turkey ever this year. I concocted My own cajun marinade to inject into the turkey and instead of putting the turkey in a bag, I used the bag to lay on top of it. It stayed moist but still browned beautifully. I used the herbs from this summers garden that I put up at the end of the season.

ALSO... on another note. The precious apartment downstairs from us is for rent again. It's a precious 1 bedroom 1 bath apt with pretty green marble floors and a double wide fridge. It has it's own driveway. The yard is ours but there is a piece behing the apartment that is for use by this apartment. It's in Island Park about 5 min from the train. The train into the city is 211 a month and the rent is $1000. The utilities are split 50/50. I just think it would be cool to have someone from the lifestyle living below. If we have to share the house, it might as well be with like-minded people.

I have pictures of it if anyone is interested or knows anyone that is.

kiss kiss
Ky

stressed but happy

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 03:29:09 GMT

I haven't written is such a long time and my fingers have been itching to log this stressful but happy time for Me. My daughter is pregnant, due December 25th. but things never go as planned and she had an emergency c-section on Wednesday.   I dropped everything to try and make it there. Because of the stupid airlines and their new policies, you can't change your flight anymore by flyineyg standby. I had already planned My trip there and My grandson's early arrival put all those plans aside. SO, we just jumped in the car and headed out to Houson. It's about 1700 miles. I didn't make it there of course but Mother and baby were both ok.

They are still doing well and My little Brady is going to be ok. My daughter had to go home without him but she's adjusting. I got some kind of virus from being at the hospital.so I've been banished.

I'm on My way home now and since We have been grabbing a couple of hours here and there in the car at rest stops, we decided to treat ourselves to a jacuzzi room in Pigeon Forge, TN after checking out the Smoky Mountains.

We had a great dinner, bought a huge bottle of wine and spent the next two hours in the jacuzzi smothered in bubbles and drinking wine.

        We figured we deserved it.

So anyway, My baby girl now has a baby and watching her stand at the crib in the neonatal unit with such a mix of worry and adoration in her eyes has to be the most powerful zap from the Universe I've ever had. Just wow........

kiss kiss
Ky

New Corset

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 16:37:15 GMT

I just got this new corset while I was in LA and I love it. It's actually comfortable and it didn't cost a fortune.

kiss kiss
Ky

The colors are returning.

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 19:28:53 GMT

“Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.”
Much as I hate to admit that this mushy rainy day quote applies to Me, it does. It’s been not only raining but pouring the last few weeks. Between medical scares and a daughter in the hospital, the wife of My son’s best friend deciding she wanted to be on the other end of a rope instead of facing mounting problems in her life I began to wonder just how many shoes were going drop and who was closing up their shoe store anyway.
It’s amazing what thinking you are not going to be here anymore does to your state of mind. I mean you watch movies where cops shoot people and snuff out life like it was the first match in a brand new box and we watch it and are not shocked anymore, not even enough to change the channel when we notice our kids watching the killing. I guess I was just as guilty of that, after all, I do have a violent side too, but this past week did something to Me.
I’m going to call it “the waiting week” from now on, TWW. Everything was different. Everything was in black and white. Food tasted like cardboard. Wine tasted like day old water. The future wasn’t a happy mystery but possible humiliation, pain and death. Now, that might sound like dramatics, but it was true. Sometimes I would get busy at work and start to smile then I’d remember and I’d get that drop in my belly. I’d hear the doctor saying as he shook the pathology bottle, “Two of them are most certainly benign but this one I’m worried about.” When I asked him what if they came back positive, he said not to worry because most colon cancer has a survival rate of at least 5 years with early treatment. I remember thinking, “fuck five years, I need more than that.” The waiting was really bad.
Then, the next day My daughter called and said she was on the way to the hospital and then once there, she called to say the baby’s heart rate kept dropping so they were going to keep her for a few days. She said a surgeon had spoken to her. I asked her what her room looked like and after her description, I figured out they had her in a labor delivery room in case they had to take the baby in a hurry. She didn’t know that of course. She was near hysterics anyway so we had a mother/daughter talk about her new responsibilities and the need to remain as calm as possible. I of course, was near hysterics inside Myself.
On Thursday morning, My son called. My son that is so laid back that he approaches every problem with the belief that situations work out when you give them time. This son was in tears because his best friend found his wife on the other end of a rope. Now not only did he have to handle the pain of not having his love but the financial and personal problems she was running away from were now on his shoulders alone. She was in critical condition because he cut her down in time and because he’s a fireman/EMT just like My son.
I was sitting outside yesterday and I thought, what the fuck? Did I do something against the plan? In the past, that is usually the impetus behind a string of upsetting events. Then My phone rang, I recognized the number, it was My doctor. My breath left Me and My hand was shaking as I answered it.

“I have good news, the two polyps were benign just as I thought and the other one, was a precancerous growth (he said the name of it but I can’t remember it) that tested benign as well. He went on to say that the stem also tested clear which meant the wall of the colon was fine but he’d like Me to have the test again in a year just to take a look at that part of the wall of the colon. I could hardly speak for the relief. We hung up and I laid My head on the table and sucked in air. The phone rang again and it was My daughter saying she was on her way home. The heartbeat had been fine for over 24 hrs and she was feeling great. I walked inside to call Charles and My son called saying that his friends wife was going to make it, they were going to get her counseling.

I took a deep breath, picked up My head and lo and behold, the color was back. The grass was green, my garden was lush, the flagstone patio with it’s burnished hues was gleaming.

I can see colors again and I love that, I’m thankful for that but from now on when I look at them, it will be with a practiced eye that knows the importance of appreciating life and it's fragility.

Stalking killers......Scary weekend but this part is over

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 23:35:40 GMT

I've been really cranky for the last week or so. That's always how I get when I'm frightened. Those who know me know I have a phobia of all things medical. It was time to have my first colonoscopy. I'm 53 so it's taken me three years to get myself psyched enough to actually do it. I've known I was going to have the test for over 5 weeks now but it was always far off so I put it out of my mind.

So, the thing is, I did it and I'm glad I did because they found stuff. There were three polyps, two looked like regular ones but the third was actually pretty large where polyps are concerned and didn't look smooth and round like the others. He showed it to me and said he was sending them all off for testing.

It's going to be about 7-10 days before he gets a report back. I thought to myself, "that is such bullshit!" I'm scared to death now. Waiting those now long days will be very hard. What if it's cancerous I asked him and his answer was, well it depends on the polyp and how the tests work out but it's ok, we can just take that section of your colon out. Ok, he obviously doesn't realized he's just terrified me. I don't do well with a blood test, much less major surgery. So then he says it's really too early to tell and it will all depend on what the lab says about the polyps. I also had one area of a little diverticulitous and an internal hemroid what ever that means.. NONE of which I knew I had. I had no symptoms, didn't feel bad at all.

What this told me was that had I not gone in for that test, I probably would have been dealing with colon cancer down the road.

The test itself was a cake walk. The prep day, the day before was a little more challenging. I now know there are easier ways to do that day than what My doctor prescribed. If I have to do it again, I'm going to ask for that. The liquid I had to drink really was blech. As I drank the first 8 oz, I thought, "No way I can drink that giant gallon of this shit" But, I did... and I didn't have to drink it all because I started taking it easy on the food several days before. I didn't feel nauseous (except when drinking the liquid, I really had to concentrate to get it down), I didn't have cramps and it was over in about three hours. I planned it for the first appointment on Monday morning so I did the prep on a Sunday night and just got up and went straight to the doctors office. Perfect timing and worth waiting the four weeks it took to get the exact appointment time that I wanted. I was walking out on my own by about 11:00 am. I had a light breakfast and came home and slept for a while and just took it easy the rest of the day.

I'm worried about the test results but I am so glad I scheduled this test. It's out of character for me to do anything medical that is not causing me pain or an emergency but this time, the universe stepped in and led me the right direction. Colon cancer really is a silent killer and I think it was stalking me. If I dodge this bullet, I'll be doing all the other tests on time.

kiss kiss
Ky

blue

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 13:59:29 GMT

I miss My daughter and My son.

FetLife

Sat, 30 Aug 2008 14:55:37 GMT

finn shared with Me that he had joined the FetLife community and I went there and loved it. I've placed a link on My LJ and on My blog. I wonder how long it will be before it's attacked and someone decides they need to save us all from ourselves.

In the meantime, I plan to enjoy it and I've connected with some old friends and I'm making new ones.

Kiss kiss
Ky

long distance slaves and newborn Mistresses

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 16:14:17 GMT

finn and I speak on my commute into the city on the LIRR most every morning. I've gained a few train buddies so if I get deluged by them, I sometimes have to hang up but having those daily conversations with him often times will "settle" Me for the hectic day ahead. I look at it a lot like a mode of service that he can provide from a distance. It's that distance, finn's slow down on travel and our ability to be together that began the search for someone nearby his home that I felt could use My property and keep it intact.

I think that the phone time might have taken us into a quasi-vanilla state and I feel the reason for this is twofold. The fact that it is daily, might be void of the excitement which would be there if we didn't speak everyday. Two, at that time, I'm often prevented from certain conversations that I want to have that involve pain or play in order not to have My fellow train buddies looking up from their books wide eyed.

When getting on the train, I will look for places next to people wearing headphones because I know that I can talk about whatever I want. But many a time, I have watched their faces as it dawns on them what I'm talking about. I admit that the Mistress in Me loves that look and I will often meet it with that dead stare topped off with a bit of arrogance to further get off on it. On the other hand, I want to be respectful of their limits and what their poor little vanilla minds can handle without going into overload.... lol so all that being said, I gave finn an assignment to tell Me how he feels about maybe finding someone to use him when I cannot. I'm posting it below and I'm not going to comment right now because I'm pondering My feelings about it.

...by finn[Ky]

Some of the readers here may be aware of Mistress Kytherea’s support in finn[Ky]’s search for a local Mistress who would be willing to use this boy in exchange for some real life training. “Our” search has been a long process. Part of the problem is a boy’s current condition as he commented to Mistress Kytherea that he had “baggage” and after being warned that this boy had better not be referring to Her as "baggage", he clarified that not only did he already have a Mistress but was married as well, so those conditions are considered baggage.

After posing the question to Her if the situation was reversed and a boy was coming to Her under those conditions would She take him? She admitted that She would not, and so a boy had made his point. It’s not that this boy has any desire to change either condition and that alone is probably the rock of his relationship with Mistress Kytherea but it is reality and a fact that should be acknowledged.

This year at Beat Me in St. Louis, Mistress Kytherea identified a prospective Mistress. She liked the way this Mistress carried Herself and the way She controlled Her slave and made it Her mission to meet and talk to Her and assess Her willingness to use this boy. It has taken a boy nearly a month to coordinate schedules and to convince the new Mistress of his sincerity so with that initial meeting approaching Mistress Kytherea thought it would be a good exercise for a boy to put into words what exactly it was that he hoped for. This is that assignment.

Yesterday during our daily phone conversation my Mistress asked what it was that this boy hoped to gain from seeing a different Mistress. What did he want? Egotistically, this boy quickly answered with flogging, rope bondage, maybe some whipping. Weekly sessions would be preferred and if She wanted time to just hang out, that would be in addition to the weekly sessions.

Mistress Kytherea asked; What about “H”? That is MTA code for humiliation. The train is always crowded when we talk, so if She will be compromised we often play a version of “fill in the blanks.” finn[Ky] knew his Mistress would be keenly interested in his response, since She has always thought She wasn’t good at this type of play and didn’t fill the needs of this boy. The truth is She is far better at it than She gives Herself credit. ( yes, it’s hard to believe but true.)

This boy answered Mistress Kytherea, that he was still interested in humiliation but that it was not an absolute necessity. A boy wants a Mistress to basically be flexible enough to drop what She is doing or change Her plans to accommodate when a boy can get away during the week or on a weekend seminar. This one does not understand why this process should take so long. This boy sees it as a simple request so let’s cut to the chase. he’s a submissive, without a lot of mental baggage, who respects Mistresses and would treat them well in a safe environment. She was informed of his marital status back in May, and if it wasn’t something that She was comfortable with… just say so and a boy would politely move on.

Fast forward to this morning and this boy was speaking to his Mistress when he told Her that he had been thinking about his assignment. Almost instinctively, Mistress Kytherea asked; “What about?” This boy reminded Her how he had answered Her question the day before and that he wanted this and wanted that. She acknowledged that She remembered. A boy continued that he had failed to mention anything about serving the Mistress and what he could do for Her and that everything he had said was for “his” benefit. finn[Ky] could hear his Mistress smile through the phone as She said “REALLY?”

Fortunately, a boy’s mind had worked it’s way to remembering his training before it was too late, for undoubtedly this was an exercise to prepare him for his initial meeting with the new Mistress, who would surely ask some of the same questions and if a boy cannot convey the benefits to Her, why in the world would She want to spend Her time on him?

It is really a tight rope that a boy inches along and there is that theory that says we have been successful doing things like we have for many years and not to rock the boat and maintain the status quo. But there is also a theory that says nothing ventured, nothing gained. Mistress Kytherea knows this boy well enough to know that he wants to be the “best” slave and that if this boy is able to learn anything from another Mistress that will benefit his Owner in any way he is willing to do that.

Don’t let me mislead you into thinking that this boy is some sort of hero that is willing to dive under the bus if for no other reason than his Owner’s entertainment. That is not true. finn[Ky]’s training has it’s limits! It has been suggested that this boy is greedy and that he is not satisfied with his Owner. Perhaps this one is greedy, but a boy would rather think of it as looking for something that he has lost. Serving twice a year is not enough to keep a boy sharp and interested. So a boy would like to think of “Another” Mistress as an extension of Mistress Kytherea’s arm and a way this boy can feel the presence of his Owner on a more frequent basis.

my Mistress has mentioned about Her not feeling kinky enough to keep this boy satisfied.. She used to trap me into a corner with my own words (an easy task at first that grew more difficult) but those days have long passed. Perhaps it is just real life that has taken over. This boy is restless as he approaches a time of uncertainty, both financially and personally, but a boy doesn’t want to just sit by and let life drive me .. finn[Ky] wants to drive it.

So during his initial interview when another Mistress asks finn[Ky] what it is he seeks from Her or what is his desire he can quickly answer that it is his desire to serve Her and bring Her the pleasure She deserves and seize the opportunity to regain those submissive feelings that have been carried off by real life.

finn[Ky]

Shine on My darlin slut

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:24:01 GMT

I had a hard day at work today. My boss had back to back meetings and she wanted Me there too. Then there was an event tonight of all the creatives that work with type and fonts and I get really turned on by that in My geek mode and they had food and wine so that helped turn down the cranky meter as I finally climbed into the train at 8:30 pm.

When I got home, tired and cranky I pulled up My email and found this un-solicited email from My property. I gotta say, the smile that spread across My face while reading it almost made up for all the hard work it's been working with andrew. I'm sharing because I'm proud of him that he realizes that goals can be reached and if red asses are what it takes to get to them, it's all worth it.

I love you too slut, see you Saturday....

Dear Mistress,

*I woke up this morning and I just couldn't wipe the smile off my
face, I'm having amazing sex, I'm making money, I'm moving out soon,
and most importantly I'm owned. Thinking of you I couldn't help
rolling my nipples between my fingers, I can't imagine living a better
life, and so in this euphoric state, I decided to write you.
Originally I was supposed to drive my sister somewhere today for her
textbooks, so I reserved the day off about three weeks ago, of course
she isn't feeling well, so now I have nothing to do

It will be one year next Wednesday, one year that I have belonged to
the most wonderful woman in the world. There have been high highs and
low lows (only when I disappeared), you have changed my life in almost
every single way, and looking back, I wouldn't change a single thing
you did to me or for me.

You took me from working a job where I was underpaid and
under-appreciated to a job where I'm working for people who recognize
my commitment and dedication, and pay me more money than I know what
to do with.

I went from spending my weekends watching television and dreaming of
submission to serving as your slutty maid with clamps hanging off my
nipples and a plug up my ass.

I was single for years and used to masturbate at least once a day, I
also hadn't had sex in over a year. Now I have an insatiable "fuck
buddy" who loves it when I lick the sweat off her feet, when I eat her
hairless pussy, when we spank each other, and when we tie each other
up and make sex last for hours. I love the fact that I have to call
and ask your permission to cum Mistress, because I'm still being
submissive towards you, and when you do allow it, it makes sex so much
more rewarding.

I can never hope to totally repay you Mistress, you have done things
for me that I will never be able to do for you. I only hope that when
I am allowed to serve you, when I am in your presence, that I please
you, that I can still make you smile. Thank-you for all that you have
done Mistress, I love you, and I miss you.

Andrew[KY]

andrew is ok after his car accident...

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 02:09:55 GMT

So here's a bottom all shiny with icy hot just after a spanking I love that it's all shiny. I think that's so cute. I'm such an ass lover.Some people like feet, some like breasts but for Me it's all about the ass.

Andrew was over to clean and fix up some stuff.... and the curtains he put up for me were coming down. He started to fix them so I thought I'd show you this hot picture with him using his panties as a tool belt..

How HOT is this?

.

HUGE, BUMMEROFAFUCKINGDAY!

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:37:15 GMT

I was SO excited about today. Finally, I wasn't busy with other things for TESfest and could go. I made arrangements for andrew to go with Me. Having a slave to attend events with Me was the number 1 reason I started searching for a slave to add to My chain. I've had andrew out with Me a couple of other times but this day was the big one.

he was with Me yesterday cleaning and serving and chatting and catching up. He had a lot to tell me about his experiences with jennifer. he said he sent me an essay about the newest activities but I hadn’t received them yet. I still haven’t.

I woke up about 8 this morning and started puttering around deciding what time I wanted to leave. I was kinda excited about taking a mini-road trip by myself and greatly excited about seeing Jason and sue and going to Flagg’s workshop.

I had to fit in a quick trip to the hairdresser but I got everything together so that I could just leave from there. That appointment was at 11:15 am and I was out of there by 11:45 and on My way. The idea was that I would drive straight to the New Brunswick station and pick andrew up there. He would take the train from Newark Penn station which is about 40 min.

I told him I’d call him when I got to the Verrazano bridge and he could leave take a train then. He might have to wait a few minutes at the train station but it wouldn’t be long. The belt parkway was a parking lot so I sat there forever before it finally opened up. I was already starting to get cranky. When I saw the bridge looming I started trying to call andrew. No answer. I was over the bridge and halfway to New Jersey before he finally answered. He hadn’t even left for the train station yet. I was irritated.

He said he was leaving and would be there right away. I called again to see where he was and he first said he was at the station but then said he was actually about 5 min away. I told him I was almost at New Brunswick so I’d probably have to wait at least 45 min there. After I got to New Brunswick and found the station I started trying to call him. I called over and over. I parked and went to a small café and had a cup of coffee and then walked back to My car and waited some more. Finally I got a text.

He’d been in an accident. He said he was ok, the police were there and a tow truck was coming and that the accident wasn’t his fault. Another text told me that again he was ok and that his mother was hysterical, which I already assumed was the case. He said he would call later.

I sighed. Now what. I was sitting at the train station in New Jersey after fighting My way across New York in bumper to bumper traffic and now it was almost 3:30. I decided to go ahead and drive to the host hotel and make a decision then. I at least had to say hello to Sue since I told her I was going.

I drove and drove. It was much further than I thought it was from the train station to the hotel. I was of course worried about andrew too. I texted finn but he was busy. Finn can usually make me feel calm when these times are there so I was disappointed that I couldn’t talk to him either. He was working.

I finally got to the hotel and walked in. I saw sue almost immediately and let her know I’d had a really shitty day and that My boy had been in an accident. I was trying to decide if I should stay since I lost My play partner. She said it was 90$ for the day. The thing was, the day was over. There was only one more workshop left and of course it WAS the ONE workshop I was really looking forward to. I just couldn’t justify the $90 dollars for that. I started getting depressed. I guess I was just tired and disappointed and worried and the drive had taken its toll on Me. I decided to just go home and Sue said to at least say hi to Jason before I left.

I went to flag him down and for some reason, the minute I saw him and he hugged Me, I got all teary. What the fuck was that? Tears…. C’monnnnnnnnnn. I said to him as I sniffled, “wow, I didn’t start crying till I saw you. I started to laugh a little. Jason always makes Me smile. Maybe Sue could see I needed that. So I hugged Jason a few times, I know he was busy and blew Mike a kiss as I swiped at tears and walked back to My car. That whole New Jersey thing for TESfest might just be too big a deal for Me to come from Long Island. Getting to Jersey from there is such a bitch. I don’t know if I can make Myself do that again.

I started heading back to New York in a pretty blue mood. The whole day shot and I hadn’t even been able to speak to andrew. I finally got a text from him that he was leaving the hospital with just a few bruises and his car was dead.

I got stuck in the city for a while because of the street fairs but finally made My way home. I got My nails and feet done but even that couldn’t cheer Me up.

It’s 1030 pm now and still I haven’t been able to speak to andrew. I think that is monumentally rude on his part. Of course I’m worried and would like to speak to him. I think that says a lot about how important I am. I don’t think it should be that hard to find a few minutes away from family and friends to give his Mistress a call to let her know he’s ok. He certainly doesn’t mind calling Me several times a day to tell Me about his sex life or ask permission to cum when he has sex.

Maybe I’m just really tired and at the end of a shitty day that was supposed to be a GREAT day and that’s why I’m so cranky but wreck or no wreck, I’m pissed off at andrew for not having the good manners to speak to Me for a few minutes and I’m HUGELY disappointed that I missed Flagg’s workshop and the vendors and the dungeon at TESfest.

I think I’m going to go to sleep so a new day will come.

Birthdays, Lesbians and Luge's

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 04:55:47 GMT

Wow what a weekend! When I spend time with My lesbian friends I can always count on drama and true to form they didn’t disappoint.

Saturday night we went to L’s apartment to celebrate her birthday. Many friends would be there and I knew it might get crazy. In fact, I was counting on it. The night started out innocent enough if you call dinking shots from an ice sculpture with a trough for the liquor to slide into your mouth, innocent! It’s called a luge. A young girl standing next to Me asked, "Hey, what’s a luge?" I said, " Well, you know like in the sport in the Olympics", and was met with an empty stare, so I regrouped and said to her, "It’s an ice sculpture that you take shots off of.” She grinned widely and said, “cool”, as she got in line. As the tequila flowed down the luge like the Rio Grande I went in search of My lesbian friend Kristin and found her looking hot with white hair peeking out from under her always present baseball cap.

“JONI", she shouted and grabbed Me for a big hug in her muscled arms. Kristin’s muscles ripple. She’s totally hot not just a little crazy but a LOT crazy. I love that about her though. Under that tough exterior there is a vulnerable really good person that will do whatever it takes to help her friends if they needed it. I like that about her too. Plus, she’s decided not to hold it against Me that I’m straight or at least partly straight since I’ve never fucked a girl. About those rippling muscles, she works hard on those which is evident by the way her weight bench and balance ball dominate her living room (for those smart ones of you that picked up on it, yes, I’ve seen her living room.)

As soon as she let me go, I immediately began divesting her of the scarf and hat so I could study her new hair. I admired her new look as I ruffled her hair and she blushed embarrassed that someone was “fussing” over her but I know she secretly loved it. Her tan looked really good but I admonished her pointing a finger at her saying, “the sun is a girl’s enemy!” She came right back at Me with, “So is makeup!” of which I was wearing liberally. We grinned at the standoff and turned to more important things… like the LUGE!

As the night wore on, people began to get loose. Just as I’m about to get bored, Laura produces a Coleman jug slung over Her shoulder and holds out her arms to Me to drink. I looked askance at the spigot thinking about all the mouths that had probably already been on it and the party that the germs were probably having on it and not wanting to attend that party with My lips.

“Come on Joni”, she demanded, “you can tap out on My boobs!” Well sure, I thought, that is worth dying of some germy disease over.. right! I should have known I was going to lose that battle even though the germaphobe in Me was screaming hysterically not to touch it. Laura was determined that I was going to chug margarita’s and I guess I could have saved Myself many minutes of My life if I had just done it the first time she asked.

I put My lips to the spigot and of course no one ADVISED me to put My tongue on the spigot (blech), to stop the flow while I swallowed so of course the minute I went to swallow, the flow soaked My face breasts and belly with sticky margueritas. I gasped and grabbed Her breasts glaring at Laura who was grinning from ear to ear and cared NOT A WHIT that I was soaked to the bone in sticky, germy alcoholic beverage. What the fuck I thought and said, “ok Laura, bring that jug back over here.” Yes Siree, this was going to be a hell of a night.

So it began, My decent into hedonism. My first try had doused Me with a deluge of Margueritas and soaked Me to the skin and as others had their turn, including Charles who also got soaked, turned into numerous repeats and graduated to something distantly related to a pina colada but was just something coconut rumish (the Margueritas were long gone by now).

The difference was that now we were drinking the wondrous lickr necktor from Laura’s belly as Her breasts became the new “luge”. We had also established a new reward. Now, after every shot well licked from her belly, we got a real toe curling kiss. YEA… for a kiss from Laura who is the agreed upon “Shane” of her posse was worth all the germs now happily invading My body. Germs were also making it into Charles body from both Laura and Dorian. Let me clarity that Dorian is Laura’s not really but really IS her Girlfriend, girlfriend.

Dorian took her turn at drinking from the belly too and then she took the game lower and Laura offered Me a taste. I quickly hit My knees and slid My tongue to the center of Her heat and drank the nectar sliding past Her belly. In other words I drank from Her pussy and laughed as She jumped back with a WHOAAAAA as My VERY talented tongue tickled in all the right places. SO.. that cherry is popped now too and I LOVED the power of it.

As we moved inside, (yes, I did all that while outside on the sidewalk with an audience. Y'all know how I love an audience) Dorian was on the couch in a HOT scene with one of the youngsters. After that she walked into Charles’ arms and got lost in a HOT kiss. That’s the only time I’ve watched My Man kiss another woman but because it was Dorian and I adore her, I just thought it was HOT HOT HOT! I saw another girl admonish Laura for biting and I laughed to Myself, “Oh goody, the pain is starting now!” When Laura climbed onto My lap and bent to kiss Me, I said, “ I don’t mind the biting darlin as long as you can take as good as you give. Se grinned big and sunk Her teeth into the soft flesh of My breast. I gasped as the intense pain hit. Dorian being the concerned sweety she is, scolded Laura saying, “careful honey, not everyone likes it to hurt like I do.” Charles laughed and let them know that I liked roughness. So Laura asked if I still wanted to bite her.

What a silly question. I consider biting an art form. I sank My teeth carefully leaving a pretty bite mark with My small bite. Dainty and pretty and long lasting. I was pleased with it. My bite is like a brand and I use it as such to put a temporary mark on My properties. I knew I would enjoy seeing it later on Laura.

We decided to head home and I hoped that we wouldn’t get pulled over, not because We were over the legal limit but because We SMELLED like a mix of tequila and coconut rum. At home after a shower we had some AWESOME sex for a really long time and you can count on it that this time, we were BOTH fantasizing about girls.