Sunday morning picture show

We decided to nip out for breakfast down at the beach and combine a little fresh air with our food...

And do a little sightseeing...

There was cleavage over coffee...

A nice view of the fountain...

And He even managed to assist with putting a bag in the car afterwards...

At least He claims it was assistance

Sighs though why the skirt became so involved in that process one is still a little unsure

Clejuso #13 handcuffs

These cuffs arrived a while ago and although they have had an airing the thought occurred that they probably should have a review in their own right.

The implement:

• A pair of the second heaviest handcuffs in the world... their big brother is about 1.3 kg...they weigh in at about a kilo (2.2 lbs)
• They are 2.5 cm (1") thick
• They feature a double locking mechanism
• Multiple ratchet settings so they will fit a small or large wrist easily
• Made from nickel plated steel

The pros:

• Due to their shape and thickness they do not cut or dig in
• They do not pinch
• They seem to leave virtually no marks
• They look sexy J

The cons:

• They are very heavy for a girl to wear... or for that matter a smaller man
• There is no escape
• If you wriggle around they will tighten 

These handcuffs are fabulous to look at, but they are not for the faint hearted or the weak of limb J

A gift to remember

It all started as a joke many years ago...

At the time Swarovski had opened one of its first shops in Brisbane and we had never seen such gaudy uselessness in all our lives. Brightly coloured animals, useless nic nacs, hideous jewellery and bizarrely tasteless home decorating items winked from behind enormous glass windows. For a long time it was a standing joke between the ex and one small (and at the time) not a slave that we would be nice or else Christmas gifts would be purchased from there... 'cos two lesbians needed Swarovski crystal like... well there probably isn't a suitably derogatory comment for here. Well that pact lasted until she was dying and they released a wonderful Mickey Mouse (she was a huge fan) series and one bought her a key ring from the range. Well everyone should have one gift from there before they die J

Anyway we are sitting on the couch and He turned around and said it's our 15th anniversary coming up and guess what it is?

No idea one replied, desperately trying to work out when our anniversary is... yeah still haven't quite nailed that stuff down, though there is a hazy notion that it is in October.

Its crystal and I thought I might buy you something from Swarovski to commemorate it He said, laughter dancing around his whiskers.

Oh? You know they do some quite nice stuff these days? Not cheap, but a long way from the hideousness that they used to make.

His face fell, well that's no fun.

Oh it will be, just let one go look at their catalogue...

No, gone quite off the idea. I will have to find something else He said.

Well it had better not be another jewelled butt plug.

Well the modern equivalency is glass He parried.

And one of those glass ones with the jewel in the end is not a compromise. Just once it would be nice to have a present that can be shared with people. Other than on the blog, one hastened to add.

Oh that can be arranged He said smiling.

Not what was meant

We can take you to Chermside, in fact any shopping centre you like... we can even take pictures to share with people...

Dammit! It's like making a deal with the devil. In your heart of hearts you know it isn't going to turn out quite the way you want L

The rising cost of transportation

Run rabbit

The last two days have been exhausting... run here, run there, run back again the next day. It all started with a simple thing; pick up some blackout curtains that had been ordered for the bedroom. Of course we stopped for what turned out to be an excellent lunch and a visit to what is probably the most eclectic boutique in Brisbane on the hunt for a black bag... preferably a non boring one. One small slave lucked out on that quest, but He did slope off to the games store conveniently located across from it.

After lots of hemming and hawing He purchased a game to run on the PC. He has deliberately avoided buying a gaming machine because... well as the Skyrim incident showed he has a problem stopping for life or sex or... actually anything that isn't the game. But as we needed to stay at home and not spend for a few weeks and one is in possession of book two of "The Kingkiller Chronicle" ... well, it seemed like a good time to unleash the inner gamer.

Of course life being unrepentant in her sense of humour the game refused to play. Actually it refused to load first off and then refused to play. Unfortunately it is a known glitch with that particular game, so back to the shop we went today. That was how we came home bearing the Star Wars limited edition Xbox 360... oh and of course the game in that format.

Really, it made perfect sense at the time...

Of course it was shortly after that we found out the real reason why you take your non-gaming slave with you. Someone has to organise the boot of the car to fit all this stuff...

Of course it was also later that we found out why you actually have a slave, as we had to rearrange the entire bedroom to fit the little beast...

Our trunk of toys is now in the lounge for the moment, we need a shelf under the projector screen for the Kinect Sensor... which is why the box had to be moved as He is too tall for the sensor to read him if he is too close.

All of this means a road trip to IKEA (they do a particularly nice invisible mounted shelf) and the local hardware store for castors for the box so it can be put back in the bedroom and be movable (without slave power)... the damn thing weighs a ton.

So that is next weekend taken care of...

No doubt while He is busy, one small slave will be screwing things other than him

A change of plans

The day was supposed to involve going to the city to take His mother back to the heart specialist. We were then going to New Farm for breakfast and potter around. What actually happened was that one woke up still as sick as a dog... and whining like one... when the alarm went off at an ungodly hour. He said that he would take his mother to the city and come home instead.

We passed each other a little later as He was getting ready and sort of collided for hugs... one of us naturally tactile and the other one of us grateful to be let off the hook. Somehow that sort of ended up as a little masturbation... try as we might we are lousy at the whole "just hugging" thing. That was when one got pressed up against the fridge. An act that caused loud squeaks 'cos the fridge was damned cold against bare flesh.

Then the coughing started... not His might one hasten to say

And then one ended up against the kitchen bench as He started to finger a now moist cunt

And then the coughing got very persistent

Somehow one ended up pressed down onto the kitchen bench, held in place with His hand between the shoulder blades, as he fucked one roughly in the arse.

Still not quite sure how that happened

And it doesn't cure a cough at all... though the surprise did make it stop for a couple of minutes

Oh He was helping keep the lungs clear wasn't he?

Master is merciful,

Master is benevolent,

Master is kind... of an opportunist

A big one as it turned out when one took Him out for breakfast when he returned...

First it was show me your tits...

And then it was show me your cunt...

Then it was spread you thighs further apart...

Even this tiny caterpillar scurried for safety... probably thought it was going to be asked to show its wings J

The end of the day

Shot with His phone... there is no privacy. 

Peek-a-boob

We went out for a quick dash to the city to pick up a garter belt that had arrived. It is a strange fact, but these days the lingerie is better travelled than the owner... that little item had come from England. The land of the girl with breasts and subsequently the greatest supplier one has. Bless you all and your busty genes.

Of course one wanted to saunter in at a reasonable hour and He wanted to get in and out. Knowing the way to motivate one small, and frankly surly before caffeine slave, He pulled out the big guns. A promise of breakfast at a cafe that makes the best coffee in town, and more importantly... can do it on lactose free milk. He has no shame when it comes to motivational tools that man.

So there we are settled in with some of the slowest service in the history of service, when some bloody little man started up with his whipper-snipper. Dear gods two stroke anything should be banned before 10.30am... it sets every nerve on fire. Eventually food did turn up along with the twoo nectar of the gods... coffee.

Hobbit always used to say that there is no such thing as a free lunch... that man was a good student of human nature. And really one should have known better... after 14 years you would hope. So when, after the last sip was taken, one was propelled out of the coffee towards the end of the wharf, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that it was not in aid of one’s digestion.

Now, one should explain here that the wharves are part of a development for the cruise liners when they come in. It is a precinct that has in addition to customs, has boutiques, an art house cinema, restaurants, coffee shops and luxury apartments... all overlooking you guessed it... where we were. Which is of course why He decided to extract the price of breakfast by whipping out a camera and issuing an order to lift up one’s top. Damn coffee is getting expensive L

Red

So after a mediocre dinner and some rather good Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc we wended our way home... RPG night had been cancelled due to illness which is why we were having a spontaneous dinner out... and it was on that return leg one made a critical error. It was a simple thing that countless women have probably done after being plied with wine; one mentioned the desperate need to pee. Out of the corner of the eye one saw a radiating glimmer from Him that did not bode well for one small slave. We crested the hill which the house sits on and kept going... not a good sign.

Pulling up near the beach He led one down the stairs. Strip off He said... it was blowing a gale from the beach... pulling a camera out of his pocket. He amused himself taking happy snaps of the new underwear. We did spend the time in the city on some functional items... updating the bras and knickers being some of it. He has banned the practical bras one favours... things that give a smooth line under a t-shirt and strap you in to give good support while minimising the appearance of them. The trouble with big breasts is, apart from finding tops to fit, you feel like a walking set of tits... people actually talk to them rather than you. Now He thinks that is fine. He also thinks they should wriggle and jiggle a little more when you move, be a bit pointier and look like...well breasts. So the bras were ruthlessly culled in favour of more feminine garments... it is the reason why the credit card is in a foetal position keening and rocking.

When He had finished one hastily redressed... the wind was nippy and one still needed to pee... worse than before if that was possible. If you need to pee you can do it here He said indicating the platform. Reluctantly one pulled off the new knickers and peed on the spot, feeling for all the world like the family pet, while He watched. Very nice He murmured, and as one stepped to the side He came up the stairs and crowed one against the rail and unzipped himself, while forcing one down to suck his cock. When it was coated in saliva one was spun around and roughly pushed up against the rail, while He lifted the skirt to expose ones buttocks. There in the semi dark with the wind whistling around naked skin He proceed to sodomise one roughly, until He came with a groan.

Later, all clean and safe... cough... He repeated the act in the comfort of the bed while making one beg Him for more. An act that has left it sore and less than enthusiastic about further use... in fact even sitting on it makes it twinge. Unfortunately one knows He will probably use it again before going to sleep this afternoon. He will probably enjoy every single yelp of protest as He drives in harder and faster as well.