The week in review

There were all sorts of strange happenings this week, some more entertaining than others.

It was "Love Our Lurkers" this week in the blogosphere, an event completely missed by one small slave. So may one just take this belated moment to say...

Love you lurkers...

The ones who come on silent feet and leave with only an electronic footprint to mark your passage...

The ones who do decloak once in a blue moon

And the ones who send little emails, which one is often tardy in responding too...

Don't worry friends in real life are treated no better one is ashamed to say...

If nothing else one is consistent :/

We are in the middle of some unseasonably warm weather with a predicted high of 41 (105.8 F) today. It makes everyone grumpy and sweaty and most importantly of all, flock to their nearest shopping centre. A place, might one add, that forgot to turn our air-con on yesterday as we coasted to a pleasant 38 (100 F). That was special :(

One small slave's arse was involved in some little sex scandal involving some Korean celebrity. Not quite sure of the details, Korean is not something one is terribly fluent in... read that as it's nonexistent...  but from what one can gather, this pic  was linked to the celebrity in question. Oddly enough 50 000 75 000 hits on that pic were enough to make one go see what it was up to...

One can only imagine what all those people made of this blog.

May one just take a moment to assure the readers here, that the arse in question is still firmly attached to one small slave and living in Queensland, Australia :D

Sighs why is it that the arse gets to more exotic locations than the rest of the body; last time it was living in Mexico

Sunshine and sodomy

It was the first day of summer here today. Well it was as far as the weather was concerned. To celebrate one small slave donned on a bikini to bask in its radiance for a few minutes. Honestly it takes more time in preparation to get out into the sun than it does actually spent there. Sun block has to be put on twenty minutes beforehand, bikini selected and got into, towel found, hat pulled out from under something, kindle located, shoes (because everything here has a nasty bite, particularly the ants) slipped on...

All of that to lay out there for ten to fifteen minutes. It did feel lovely though :D

The only problem is at the end of the day, because one uses heavy zinc sun block, is getting the damn stuff off. It is impervious to soap and water even. In the end one resorts to a cleanser that is chock full of fruit acids... it stings like a bitch... but it works. Anyway it was in the middle of this process that He suddenly remembered that he needed a shower.

Coincidence, one thinks not -.-

And one small, trapped slave opened the eyes (which were trying to avoid the whole fruit acid thing) to find Him looming outside the shower door with that look on his hard on.

Afterwards, as we lay in bed all washed and polished clean... some parts more than others... He turned around and said thank you for letting me use your arse, in that smug tone that deserves to be slapped.

Um... it didn't look like you were going to take no for an answer

No, but it was nice to not have to struggle with you when I am tired. No pinning you against the wall, no brutal thrusting into you as you whimper...

WTF! All those things were happening... particularly the whimpering. Obviously none of it was big or loud enough to be noticed.

Bastard!

Open season

Though it is still spring the weather is cranking up with an expected high in the 30's (89) this week. Today signalled the switch to warmth in a different way though...

Sodomy in the shower.

Yes folks the end of the safe season to shower has passed and the new danger seasons have commenced.

Sighs this is how ducks must feel; one minute you are swimming around with your own kind, minding your own business and the next...

Bang! Bang!

Taboo sex toys

We were both peering at an e-catalogue...

Oh so taboo means anal

Yes, when it doesn't mean incest He replied, before launching into a brief synopsis on the origins of the term, in reference to the porn industry and sex toys.

Hmm... That's an interesting shape. Wonder how big that actually is? It's so hard to work these out sometimes. It's only $29 so probably not that big.

A few clicks...

Ah yes five inches... just over four one amended. Would the arse even know it was there?

Well that depends on how hard I ram it in. And how much lube I use, He hastened to add.

Sighs even online shopping becomes both educational and terrifying around here.

Some days

The day started promisingly. One small slave woke up, flung an arm over on His side of the bed and came into contact with him. See normally it is quite safe to do these manoeuvres, He's at work. This morning He was laying in wait for one to wake up, before pouncing on a still lubed arse from the night before. As one said, it was a promising beginning to the day...

It did not last. In fact from that point everything pretty much went downhill with rocket like propulsion. There was a brief disagreement about the afternoons agenda before one fled out the door to quilting. Then He forgot the damn shoes (the work shoes had blown out after eight shifts) that had led us to having to go out in the first place. Unfortunately we were at lunch clear across town when this fact was discovered, so back we had to drive. Of course we had to cancel our plans for the evening 'cos we were going to run out of time by then. Then one discovered that dinner was a wash due to...

Anyway you are getting the idea. What should have been a leisurely lunch followed by a shoe exchange, nipping in to get cotton, a couple of games and some dinner became a complete fuck up. And to add insult to injury one found the errant reel of cotton hiding in a corner. It wasn't missing after all. Honestly we should have stayed in bed. The arse might have been sore, but we would have been happy.

Sighs oh well at least we got to spend it together :)

Resurrections and other things

Today was Father's Day in Australia and all over the country fathers were getting an assortment of socks, fragrances, shirts and other gifts that are inclined to make a person feel meh, while having to act grateful. Most of this is topped off by a meal somewhere with the perpetrators. Personally we chose an assortment of sweets and settled in for an indifferent meal cooked by His mother. His father, a chronic sweet tooth who has little in the way of tastebuds, seemed happy with his lot. Though, as he is on some serious antidepressants, it is rather hard to tell either way.

We on the other hand, when released from familial obligations, did fascinating things like naps, caught up on chores,  pottered around... you know life stuff that rarely makes it into the annals of BDSM blogs. It was in the middle of the pottering around that one decided to pull out a quilt that had been put aside. It is only a short way from completion, but it has to be done in daylight as it is black thread that is being used. Unfortunately with failing eyesight, it is impossible to do at any other time and our life got too busy there for a while.

Now as life settles down a little there will be the odd moment to work on it. Pulling it out one was actually surprised at how fabulous it is. Sometimes distance is a wonderful thing. When you are doing it there is a tendency to get too hypercritical. The trouble with hand quilting is that one can work on a quilt for years. This one was started as the ex lay dying six years ago and it is an explosion of life and colour... probably a response to sitting in a dreary, muted hospital day after day.

Of course life being what it is one can find everything for the quilt, except the black thread. So we will have to go out tomorrow to get some more. Ah well at least we managed to squeeze in a little anal sex there at the end. So the day wasn't a complete write off :D