Move Along, Nothing to See Here...

Things have been rather quiet around here, kink-wise, and the blame is all mine.  See, last week I pulled an abdominal muscle, and that pretty much put me out of commission for any kinky-freaky-sexy stuff.  Poor Master had to suffer through three (3!!!!!) long days of no sexual contact before I felt well enough to handle the rigors of a blowjob.

Seriously, if you've never pulled an abdominal muscle, take my advice:  Don't do it.  If you have suffered this type of injury before, then you understand the ridiculous pain involved.  And by ridiculous, I mean as in that's how I felt every time I stood up or twisted my torso...ridiculous that movements we take for granted suddenly become excruciatingly painful.

Anyway, after about a week's worth of rest and ibuprofen, I am feeling much better. Sadly, my return to health also coincides with Mother Nature's monthly visit, so unless He decides to beat my butt either today or tomorrow, we are in for another week of no-kink.

If It Looks Like a Sadist, And It Quacks Like a Sadist...

The other day Master took exception to the fact that I called Him a Sadist in my last post.

"Look at you, writing about me and calling me bad names," He said.

Somewhat indignant, I replied that I'd done no such thing.

"Yes, you did," He growled.  "You called me a Sadist."

Well, yes, I admitted, I did indeed call Him that.  And I was right.  As proof, I submit to the jury the fact that while He was taking me to task for calling Him a Sadist, He was busy pinching my nipples (hard) while He pushed me into the bedroom.

I rest my case.

St. Patrick's Day...

This pretty much sums up my feeling about St. Patrick's Day:

And I feel it should be noted, that even if do wear green today, I'll probably get pinched anyway.  Seems that Sadists don't play by silly holiday rules.  Hmmpf.

Oh, He's a Funny One Alright...

Last night we watched RuPaul's Drag Race on Logo.  During a commerical break, an ad came on promoting a new show on that channel, some type of sex-advice show in which viewers ask a panel of "experts" questions about sex.  The promo featured a man calling in to say that his girlfriend just inserted an Alkaseltzer tablet into her vagina, and he wondered if it was safe.  Then this happened:

me:  What?!?  Why would someone do something like that?!? (seriously dumbfounded by the ad)

Him:  Do what? (clearly not paying attention to the ad)

me:  Stick an Alkaseltzer tablet in their vagina.  (still dumbfounded)

Him:  Because their Master told them to.  (He didn't miss a beat)

me:  Oh, nevermind then, just nevermind, nevermind.....(marveling how I walked right into that one)

Him:  What? (laughing, quite pleased with Himself)

me:  No, it's okay, just nevermind...(heavy sigh)


One of these days, I will learn.  But like I always say, probably not.

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.