Remember me?

Once again, I return here to wipe away the dust and save my poor little blog from abandonment. Although to be honest, I never really abandoned this place.  I came here, often, and thought about writing (and it is the thought that counts, yes?), but nothing ever sounded right, so I closed it out and left, only to come back later and the pattern repeated itself all over again.

There were a few instances where The Man poked and prodded and gently suggested I blog, especially after the last beating when He left my ass with a beautiful set of stripes, courtesy of Mr. Cane, but alas, the words did not come.

That was almost three weeks ago.  Sigh. Ah well, I guess what really matters is I am here now, and the words are flowing a little easier today.

While I don't have any recent kinky details to share, I can tell you that we are doing fine. We are looking forward to having the house to ourselves next weekend (our college student will be out of town for several days), and Master wants to take a trip to the Big City and visit our favorite BDSM store.  There's been some talk of purchasing a companion for Mr. Cane, something a little thinner and whippier, despite my insistence that Mr. Cane prefers being alone and does not need a friend.

I mean, really, who knows Mr. Cane better than me?  After all, that cane and I have been intimately acquainted for almost six years...six long years...six long years of wondering why the damn thing won't break or spontaneously combust...

Anyway, a trip to the Big City will definitely give me something to write about, and who knows, maybe I will manage to write something before then.  Stay tuned.

Please Excuse tranquility's Absence...

Where to start? Let's see...I haven't written in almost two months, perhaps I should start there, give a reason for my absence.

I don't have a reason, other than the mood did not strike me. I didn't feel like writing, so I didn't. Not a great attitude for a blogger, but it's the truth.

Had I felt like writing, I would not have lacked for subject matter. Master and I are doing just fine; there's been lots of spanking/paddling/strapping/caning, with and without bondage, always followed by lots of sex, all of it good/awesome/amazing (take your pick).

Outside of all that, we have a new toy. Or rather, Master has a new toy. It's a small step-stool, very shiney, and very low to the ground. He bought it for me to sit on, and when seated upon the stool, my face lines up perfectly with His crotch.

It's a blow-job enthusiast's dream come true. Just position your slave girlie on the tiny seat, then chose whether you want a regular blow-job or a rough face-fucking that leaves your girlie a teary-eyed, drool-covered mess.

He's tried it both ways, and a few ways that were in-between. He likes them all, I think, although if I had to hazard a guess, I would say that He favors the rough stuff. He is a Sadist, after all. And, He mentioned to me one day, after we'd finished, that it eventually would get "more intense."

One can only imagine what that will entail.