Remember Me?

Yes, it's been a while, so don't mind the dust and cobwebs around here.  I haven't "poofed" from the blog-o-sphere without an explanation.

I just haven't written anything.

That doesn't mean there wasn't/isn't anything to write about.  There was/is...but sometimes the words don't come.

A lame excuse, to be certain, but it is the truth none-the-less.

So, as I have said so many times before, we are here, our dynamic is in-tact, and life moves forward as it does.  Work is keeping me busy, and a busy me is not always in the mood for kinky-freaky-sexy stuff at the end of the day.  And, a busy me is not always in the mood to write when kinky-freaky-sexy stuff does happen.

Thus, no blog posts, which makes for a very boring  blog, I know.  I am a bad blogger.  Is there an award for that?  If so, I think I would win.

All that aside, what have we been up to?  He recently passed by where I was sitting one evening and lamented the lack of collar around my neck.  When I nicely pointed out that we are not alone (our college student, who is still in college and working, still lives with us), He sighed.  I offered to put on my outdoor collar, which I wear to work every day, but He said no, and mentioned some of my other in-door collars, which could not be worn for obvious reasons.  It would be difficult to explain to our college student why I was sitting in the living room, watching TV, while wearing a dog's choke chain.  Thus, while at home, I am collar-less.  Away from home, I am collared.  Does that make sense?  It doesn't, but it does, in a very sad sort of way.

Collar issues aside, He has been wanting to indulge in some rope bondage, followed by a good beating of my ass.  Unfortunately for Him, Mother Nature had other plans.  Just as He formulated the type of bondage He wanted to use, and how He wanted to abuse me, Ma Nature decided to visit 4 (yes, FOUR) days early.  Yes, she is a bitch.

Undeterred, He decided He would abstain from pleasure during my monthly visit, as another thing He wanted to do was indulge in rough oral sex that culminated in Him cumming all over my face while I wore my glasses.  He figured that abstaining would increase the volume of cum that covered my face and spectacles after He'd abused my mouth and throat.

However, it appears that I am too much of a temptress; on day five, after fucking my mouth while I lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed,  He caved.  He ordered me to suck His cock at some ungodly hour, I think around 4am, and that was the end of His plans.

It was a good blow-job, though.

So, that's about it.  Life goes on, and one day we will be alone together, and I will wear an in-door collar, and Mother Nature will play nice, and He will tie me up and beat my ass so that it hurts when I sit while at work....

And hopefully I will blog about it all.

D'oh!

As I got ready for work yesterday, all showered and made-up and getting dressed in my work-clothes, I turned to Master and said, "I really like my hair this length.  I think I'll keep it this way."

He gazed at me, and replied, in a rather dry manner, "You may keep it that way."

Oopsie.  See how easy it easy for that pesky little Master/slave thingie to slip a person's slave's mind?

Without missing a beat, I quickly said, "Yes, Master," and gave Him a kiss.

But I am very glad He will let me keep it this length.

It's done!

I did it.  I got my hair cut.  Seventeen (17) inches all gone.

Master went with me to the salon, and His first comment when He saw it was, "It's short." (Imagine a very gruff, Domly "It's short.")

He seemed displeased, but He says it looks better and healthier, and that if it makes me happy, then He's happy.  When we got home I pulled it back into a ponytail and showed Him that there is still plenty of hair for Him to grab onto, when the need arises.  That seemed to make Him happy.

Me?  I love it.  And the folks at the salon were kind enough to put it into ponytail and cut it first, so that I could take it with me in order to donate it to Locks of Love.  Then they washed and trimmed it for me.  So it was win-win.  It feels great, looks soooooo much better...and Master can still grab a fistful when He fucks me.

However, Master says no photos.  So, no short hair photos.  But you all have good imaginations, so put them to use.  Hee hee....

In Case You Were Wondering...

No, nothing kinky here, sorry.

Yes, it's been a long time since my last post.

No, nothing kinky occurred in the interim.

Yes, that's a long time without kink.

No, I'm not having a pout.

Yes, we are still happy and our dynamic is in place and there's been tons of great sex.

No, He's not having a pout either (see the "tons of great sex"mentioned above).

Yes, there is sexy-freaky-kinky time on the horizon.

No, not this weekend, but the next.

Yes, we will, for the first time in a loooooooong time, have the house to ourselves, and He's already mentioned something about being tied up.

No,  He won't be the one tied up, that will be me.

Yes, I will write about it after it happens.

No, I don't have anything more to say.  For now.

You Want Me to Sleep Where???

Sometimes, or rather most of the time, I find it difficult to keep a kink-related blog current when there isn't any kink going on in my life.  This is not a complaint.  There's been plenty of great sex going on around here the past week (there always is), but nothing that would fall into the kink/BSDM category.

I think the closest we got to anything kinky was last night, when He told me I was acting somewhat entitled, and perhaps I needed some punishment.  When I laughed at this, He suggested that I might have to sleep out in the living room with the cats, rather than in our bed.

After I somewhat facetiously pointed out that He was being rather mean, He relented, saying that He preferred having me in bed with Him, and He would be unhappy if I wasn't.

Awww....I know, how sweet.

So that's about it as far as kink goes.  Life rolls on, and we continue to find ourselves busy and planning for the holidays.  But if anything truly kinky happens, I will write about it.  I promise.

Still Here....

As the title says, I'm still here.  It seems my muse went on a bit of a vacation around the middle of April.  I think she's returned, but I will know for sure when I sit down to write a proper post tomorrow.

There is plenty to write about; He's been spanking my butt, and other private parts, quite a bit lately.  However, it's late and I'm tired, so I will kindly ask for your continued patience.

Tomorrow, a real post, I promise.

A Wonderful Day...

It's been a wonderful day.

We slept in, sort-of, if you think 8am=sleeping in late.  We snuggled for a while, warm and cozy under the covers.  Snuggling led to groping.  Groping led to cocksucking.

Next came coffee (for Him) and tea (for me) while we watched some stuff we had DVR'd.

After TV time,  I made brunch.  We had gluten-free banana pancakes and bacon.  It was delicious.  I use King Arthur brand GF pancake mix---highly recommend it.

Post-brunch, we spent some time on our computers.

Eventually, I decided it was time for a shower.

After the shower, He decided it was time for more cocksucking.  I was happy to comply.  He was more than happy to receive.

Now we are all settled down to watch several hours of football.  We have some good football-watching snack type foods and some adult-type beverages to go along with the snacks.

Yes, it's been a wonderful day.

*Waves* Hello!

No worries, I am still here.  The meds I took did their job, Master took excellent care of me,  and now I am all better.  Maybe even better than before; I certainly feel better.

Although I am back to normal, and we are doing fine, I have no kinky-freaky-sexy type stuff to write about.  We seem to be in a lull at the moment, which makes perfect sense to me, given how sick I was.  Sadly, the lull will extend for another week, as Mother Nature is scheduled to visit starting tomorrow, and that bitch is never tardy.

And that's probably a good thing.

Now, if you will kindly excuse me, I need to get back to my housecleaning.  A slave-girl's work is never done, you know.

Knocked On My Ass...

I've been sick.  As the title says, I've been knocked on my ass by an infection for the past week.  It was bad enough that Master finally said, "You are going to the doctor," and despite my intense dislike of doctor visits, I had to agree with Him.  It was time to get some help.  

After managing to make myself presentable to the outside world, He took me to see the doc.  I was given medication, which seems to be working, but I am not quite back to 100% yet.

The worst part of this experience, of course, is that roles have been reversed.  He has been taking care of  me; the Master is serving the slave.  He's cooked for me (made me a delicious roasted winter squash soup, among other things), cleaned the kitchen, fed the cats, basically all the day-to-day stuff I normally do.

No, He hasn't vacuumed or cleaned the bathrooms--there is a limit, people.  But seriously, I know that if He had to, He would.  He's that kind of guy, and I'm grateful to be His.

Must. Not. Hit. Delete...

I feel I should write something here...I've started a few times, then stopped and hit the delete button.  This time, however, I will exercise some "delete button" willpower and see this thing through.

First of all, we are fine.  There just hasn't been a whole lotta kink going on around here.  No real reason other than life, stuff happening, not enough hours in the day, etc.  He gave me a beating the other day, but as I haven't been feeling all that great, He held back.  He told me He wasn't sure how much I could take.  I wasn't sure either, and I was glad He didn't open up a big ol' can of whoop-ass on my sorry behind.  What He gave was just right, and the sex was pretty good, too.

That's about it for kink.  We have several new toys we haven't played with yet, and probably won't any time in the near future, thanks to Mother Nature's monthly visit, which is scheduled for next week.

Whew!  I made it to the end without deleting my text.  Maybe when He reads this, I will get a gold star.  Or an orgasm.  Or both.  Why not?

Edit to add:  He has not slapped me since that last post on slapping.  Either it's a trick and He's playing some Jedi-mind game, or I am really good at reverse psychology.  Don't ask me to explain that.  Let's just say that I win.  It won't last, but for a few moments, Victory will be mine.

Be Careful What You Search For...

Figured I should check-in here, dust things off, tidy up a bit, give you a report on what's been going on...

Except I don't have much to report.

We've been busy, it's been H.O.T., we suffered through a major power outage, which was followed by an internet outage after the power was restored, I had my period which lasted EIGHT (8) days (sorry for the TMI, but periods happen, people)...

Lots of crappy life-type stuff happening.

Not much kink-type stuff happening.

Maybe we can find some time soon.  Like this evening, when we will be alone for a while.  Or tomorrow.  Or the next day.

Oh, side note:  to the person who visited here, after searching for "bound by his balls," I apologize for not meeting your search terms.  Truthfully, I think it's Google who should be apologizing; matching my blog to your search terms is a bit of a stretch, no pun intended.

Kinky-freaky-sexy stuff...

It's been a few days, so I figured I better check in here, sweep away the cobwebs, etc.

Sadly, or maybe not so sadly, I don't have much to write about.  He and I are doing just fine.  Spring has arrived, the flowers are in bloom, and the weather has been lovely.  We actually worked in the yard the other day, as the grass had grown tall enough to mow.

Exciting stuff, I know.

But we are good; our relationship is good.  I realize it would be more interesting to read here if I could spice up my posts with a little angst, or a little drama, or more kinky-freaky-sexy stuff.  Can't do that, though, as it would be dishonest. 

I don't have any angst about Him or our relationship.  And our life is fairly drama-free, aside from normal family related stuff that I choose not to share here.  As for kinky-freaky-sexy stuff, well, it happens when it happens.  Plenty of sexy-type stuff happens in the meantime, but as we are not alone, it tends to be more of the vanilla variety.  And quiet.  We have become experts at having quiet sex.

So, that's where we are.  Happy together in our little house with the two cats.

An Almost-Weekend Update

So what's been happening here in the House of Oblique?  Here's an update...

• The weather has been unseasonably warm, but we refuse to turn on the AC in March.  We are getting by with open windows and a box fan.  There is just something wrong about AC in March, if you ask me.

• Yesterday I did Master's laundry.  While I checked his pockets prior to loading the washing machine, I somehow overlooked the iPod tucked into a pocket of His exercise shorts.  Yes, I washed His iPod.  No, He wasn't angry (yet another reason why I love Him so much).

• Master has decided He wants a spreader bar.  When I (naturally) questioned the need for this, He said it would make me feel more helpless, and as such, the spreader bar was really for me, not for Him.  Eh, what?  Did anyone follow that logic?  I guess Masters have their own unique logic, so complex, that we lowly 's-types' will never be able to comprehend it.  Yeah, that's it.

• We will be alone tonight--our College Kid is staying over someplace else this evening.  Master has indicated that my butt will be beaten.  Here's hoping!

No, no, no, no, no... just NO

We went to Costco this morning.  As we pushed our shopping cart down the main isle, one of the product-demonstration people approached me, a woman, thin, middle aged.  She held some type of cloth in her hand--I couldn't tell what it was.  As we got closer, she reached out with the cloth in her hand and said....

"I'd like to talk to you about night sweats."

WTF???!!!???

Night sweats?  Night sweats?

I looked at her, somewhat astounded, and said, "Sorry, but I'm not there yet."

Then I spent the rest of the shopping trip seeking reassurance from Master that I didn't look like a little old lady.  I figured I must be looking mighty old this morning if this strange woman is approaching me about night sweats.

He told me I didn't look old, and He finally said  if I didn't let it go He would beat me until I did.

I let it go (for the remainder of the shopping).  Sort of.  I mean, I know my age, and I know menopause is in my future, but that has to be the worst sales pitch EVER.

Night sweats...pfft.

NEWSFLASH: One teaspoon of Honey, please

This conversation just took place:

HIM:  (serious Master voice)  Just so you know, I put one teaspoon of honey in my tea, and it was perfect.

me:  (I said nothing, but I did look at Him and give Him the "thumbs up" sign while chuckling)

HIM:  ... (silence followed by "The Look")

me:  (dissolving into laughter)

HIM:  (serious)  You are supposed to remember this.

me:  (hopelessly lost in laughter) What?

HIM:  (still serious)  You are supposed to remember these things.

me: (still laughing):  Why am I supposed to remember that one teaspoon of honey is perfect?

Him:  (still serious):  Because you know how I like my coffee.

me:  (more laughter)  Maybe I should post about it.

Him: (serious til the end) Maybe you should.  Maybe you should ask what would happen if other slaves laughed when their Master told them how He likes His tea.

As you can see, I am posting about it.  Mostly so there is a written record that ONE TEASPOON (no more, no less) of honey is perfect for His tea, because my memory is like a sieve, and I'll forget.

Somehow I don't think this is the kind of post He was talking about...

Bits and pieces

Today started off with a nice round of nipple-pinching (ouch), followed by an even nicer blowjob.

We are not alone this weekend, but we will be alone next weekend.  Yes.

I weaned myself off of coffee this week.  Sigh...I love coffee.  But I haven't been feeling well, and I haven't been sleeping well, so giving up caffeine is the first step to correcting these problems.

The cats no longer bother us at night.  Victory! 

Sadly, that's all I got. 

His toys

Popping in to chase away the dust bunnies, once again.  Things have been happening in our life, the kind of things that really do not need to be chronicled here, in this blog.  Real-life issues, stressy ones that zap your energy and enthusiasm.  Life, I guess.  That's what's been going on.

But we are good, staying connected despite everything swirling around us.  Last night in bed, He was groping my ass, kneading and squeezing.  Then He gave it a smack.  Then another one.  At this point, I quietly said, "That's a little loud," always aware of the noise-element affecting our home.

He smacked it once more, then leaned in close.  "Are you bitching?" He asked.  "No," I whispered.  "Are you telling me how to play with my toys?"  He queried, close to my ear.  "No," I said in a very tiny voice.  "Good," was His final response.

He then proceeded to play with "his toys" in exactly the manner He wished. 

And I just love it when He says things like that.

Who's Spoiled?

Not much to write about, but I thought I better put a few words down since I didn't post yesterday.

Our college student is back home, and our routine is getting back to normal.  I was a little sad yesterday morning when I packed away all of our toys (locked into a suitcase, poor things).  But, I believe the College Student has a ski weekend planed for week after next, so we will get some alone time soon. 

The weather has turned really cold here, so Master made a tasty Split Pea and Ham soup for dinner.  Yes, He cooks--we both do.  He has His specialties and I have mine, so we share the cooking duties.  Truth be told, I think His cooking is better than mine.

And, this is one of the many reasons why I love Him so:  I started my period tonight, five days early, and I was out of tampons.  He volunteered to run to the store and get me what I needed.  All together now:  Awwww.   I know, I know, He spoils me so. He was even nice enough to bring back some cherry-vanilla ice cream, too.


I guess that's about it.  Nothing exciting or dramatic to write about, just life.