Thursday, June 30, 2011

"That's the One Place You Want Em To Have Hair"

A few more inches and my hair will be longer than some of my skirts.  Kinda funny.

Meanwhile, because I need to grow it out to get a brazillian wax, I currently have pubic hair. Well, some anyway. And I HATE it.  I feel like I'm wearing a toupee on my crotch.  It pulls, it blocks sensation.  Master thinks it's kinky.  I'm not usually hairy, so I see his point.  But since being collared and required to keep bare, my interstitial cystitis flares up less.  So I'll be happy top be without again.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Judicial Thugs

WTF is going on in Wisconsin!?!  Since when do judges try to strangle other judges?  Prosser is what happens when someone gets elected by magically appearing votes. Ya get a judge who beats up women. 

Isn't batshit crazy behavior a Florida trademark? 

I have been screamed at, cried at, threatened... And this is just as support staff.  It doesn't even phase me, let alone unhinge me to the point of physical attack the opposing party.  And I start off with a penchant for blinding violence.

So how completely off the rails is ttet W.I. Judge?

I'm very happy marriage equality passed in NY.  My soon to be legal spouse is male, but I'm for all equality.  What's less American than saying one group doesn't have the same right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?  When did w fail in that so deeply?

Them again... Failing in compassion, thats more American?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Friday, June 24, 2011

Travel with a Human Pet

My bff was kind enough to link me an article on how to travel with things like lube and handcuffs and sex toys.  Air travel for the kinky has become more complicated in our modern era.  Metal detectors require the removal of certain types of collars and jewelry, or the inclusion of additional time to get through security.  One must limit their packing, or anticipate additional time in security explaining
'that isn't a bomb, its the motor for my vibrator'.  You aren't going to waltz through security with someone on a leash and easily hop on your plane.

The TSA is not known for its sense of humor. Honestly, it shouldn't be.  I know there is that whole its a free country thing.  But if you go out of your way to do the sort of "pay attention to me" thing, like leashing a slave in public, you have drawn attention to yourself.  "Attention" in the airport means additional security scrutiny.  That is the reality of the world we live in.  Out of the norm behavior of any sort ups the security profile. 

Given the Biker and Elvira look we have going, we get enough attention as it is.

Fortunately, I make my own jewelry, and this includes a rather expansive collection of collars.  Including ones with no metal pieces whatsoever.  Woven glass beads and button closures don't set off metal detectors.  The only interest they draw from security personnel is usually from the female ones asking 'where did you get that?' 

My clit is already crazy sensitive, so we don't use vibrators.  (They wouldn't even work for torture, they tend to make me queasy, so the only useful application is if he wants me to vomit.  And its easier just to turn on Fox News to make that happen.)  So I don't have to worry about disassembling a vibrator motor.  I can see where one would want to buy a cheap one at their destination rather than risk an expensive one being removed from their luggage.



I'm pretty sure the airline won't let me fly in a cage in the storage hold.  More's the pity.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to my big bundle of sexy bad ass dadness.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Slave Hobbies

I have new hobbies.  So does Master.  He has developed an interest in the hookah.  We now have a regular ritual of putting the kids to bed, then heading outside to spend some time alone together talking over the hookah.  Its a great time for communication and for us to bond in a grown up M/s manner, rather than in our parental roles.

It also means I have learned to clean and set up a hookah.  I wash the parts - usually in the morning before I leave for work so the water can cool in the vase in the fridge all day.  When we are ready, I will ask him what he has a "taste" for that day.  Sometimes he cares, sometimes he doesn't and I pick from the ones I know he likes.  Sometimes we try something new.  Sometimes he takes care of the clean up or set up, but I find I enjoy it.  A small, insignificant service, but I enjoy those most of all sometimes.

When he decided he wanted to do something in the kitchen, I rearranged the kitchen to be sure he had all the space I could manage to wring out of that small kitchen to work in.

Its the little things, the small daily moments, that maintain my head space more than the grand gestures.

Monday, June 13, 2011

New Hobbies

I have started a few new hobbies.  Last year, I ordered a Cricut on black friday for my scrapbooking.  They ended up sending me a Cricut Cake by accident.  I paid for both, and kept both.  I just took the Cake out of the box this weekend so I can learn to use it before the next big bake (fundraiser for Make A Wish).  I am trying to learn to work with gumpaste and food color.  This is not an easy task in the Florida summer.  But the machine makes it ridiculously easy to use.  My co-workers are about to eat a lot of cake.  Master isn't going to let me eat a dozen cakes a month, so my goal is just to make them look pretty.

Then there is knitting.  Another hobby rendered completely impractical when you live in South Florida.  I have endeavored to pick up the ability nevertheless.  I can see where some practice would make one very fast at producing items.  I am far from that point yet.  So far, the wrap I am making looks... well... hideous.  But I struggled with all my other hobbies at first, too.  The first beaded loom stuff I did was ugly and took forever.  Now I can pump out a collar a day if I really focus.

My owner is very supportive of my little girlie past times.  As long as they don't get in the way of my chores, why not?  He is amused by my collection of collars, a new one for every outfit and every occasion.  But it is getting to the point where I may pack up my desktop (which I rarely use) and turn that corner into a craft area.  I have gone beyond a small cabinet at this point. 

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Believe it or not...

This is not for anything Christmas related.


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Hot Wax and Weiner

On someones recommendation, I tried european waxing (no linen) last week. OMG!!! Anyone who has a problem with waxing should definitely try the European Waxing Center.  Normally I leave the salon looking like a clown with huge red eyebrows and a red goatee.  The wax burns my skin.  This stuff didn't.


So I booked a Brazillian for the wedding.  A strange woman pours hot wax on my genitals, then she hurts me.  For $60.00? How did I not do this before?!?! 


So... Anthony Weiner sends cock shots and had cybersex and it takes over the news weeks?  Seriously?  CNN had turned into the Cockshot News Network. Lets hope noone ever tells CNN about Chat Roulette.  They'll have a 24/7 scroll on split screen.


Friday, June 3, 2011

Hard Times and the Side Effects of Glittery Habits

I have a hard time communicating sometimes.  I was raised in a very private and internalized environment.  "Appropriate" was very important.  So while I am extremely (some say excessively) honest about what I think of some things, I still tend to guard certain things.  I work on it constantly, and sometimes it is very hard work. Its those things, those hard things, and working through them that really define my M/s relationship for me.  I drag these things out of myself, against my nature, and give them to him.  No matter how long it takes, or hard it is, I keep trying.

Its not handcuffs and spankings.  That I could, in theory, do with anyone.

Talk about myself?  Admit things I don't necessarily want someone else to be aware of?  That is where the control lies.

I finally got around to finishing that bina flower collar I started forever ago (I had a few things in between.)  And once I was finally finished... I don't like it. I don't like the color contrast, I did the closure in a stupid way.

So now I am working on a posey collar.  Like a posey ring... only in beaded collar form.  This one will read "I am my beloved's".   It's from the bible... "I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine."

I am using the bit that actually applies.


If I like how this turns out, I may need to start looking for other short sayings that work.  Hell, given the overrunning buckets of collars laying around the house at this point, I may start to sell them.  I love making them, but one can only wear so many.  And making things to order would allow me to work in colors that don't necessarily look good on me.  Jewel tones work best on me.  But there are so many pretty light or subtle tones out there.