On the mend

It is the Saturday between all the lovely days off and things are looking up. The sky is blue as far as the eye can see. The shoulder and neck pains have gone, the pains in the feet have gone... though none of these bode well for the future... and best of all...

Coffee tastes good again.

Now all one has to do is get through a day of work. The day we try to unload an astronomical amount of chocolate onto the public. Good chocolate, indifferent chocolate, chocolate rabbits, chocolate eggs, chocolate...

Some of you are starting to salivate aren't you?

Well let one tell you a little secret...

By the end of the day even the most hardcore chocoholic is sick of chocolate and whiny customers going is this all there is? There's nothing out back?

No there isn't. 

Why do you leave it so late? Oh you think that if you buy them early then you will have to store them and keep them cool. So it is better to leave it until closer to the time?

Well here's another little secret...

Shopping centres turn off their air-con at night. That's right. The minute you leave and the doors close, off they go. Have you any idea how hot a shopping centre is at night round here?

And there the bunnies sit...

Sweating in their tinfoil.

Bon appétit

J

Threatening behaviour

It's Good Friday and fortunately one has the day off... still sick...

And not happy because, as one whinged to Him, coffee still tastes like shit... it even smells bad

It always smells bad He replied

No... Coffee is the nectar of the gods. Admittedly some god shat in it this morning but...

You could use this opportunity to free yourself of your addiction He said

Wash your mouth out. There is plenty of evidence to say that a cup of coffee a day is beneficial.

As long as you are a slave to your addictions you can never truly be a slave to me He retorted. It will always come between us...

OK one admits there has been the odd morning that one has slid out of bed in search of a hit rather than staying curled up near His naked form... you know ready in case he should have needs

And one admits to being slightly surly before that hit...

And there might have been the odd time one has been less than enthusiastic about some plan of His due to being pre-mouse...

And one might have whimpered morning mouse a few more times than one has actually called His name out loud...

Hmmmm... He might have a point

But OMG He has the coffee in his sights... curls around morning mouse protectively...

Ewww... maybe not. 

It smells vile L

Where are we now

Well one small slave is home from work. That bloody virus has come for a back swing and added a couple of new wrinkles... neither of them attractive. So here one is, on what is one of the busiest days of Easter trading... home. With a bad case of the guilts and a tummy that rattles with assorted medications.

The stupid thing is that none of them seem to alleviate the pain in the shoulders and neck... they are bad enough that one can barely lift the arms above the head.

This sucks!!!!

To add insult to injury one is too sick to even want sex...

OMG death is imminent and doctor was too chicken shit to say

And the list of forbidden food leaves very little in the way of recompense...

This sucks!!!

Of course He still has sex...

It sort of started as affection and went... a little off course

But one small slave was too sick to enjoy it

This sucks!!

Oh and coffee tastes bad... horrible in fact

This sucks worse than ever!

Boundary failures

A lot of people embarking on BDSM relationships start off in the bedroom only. In some ways we did too. Well we were a bit more organic and of course with us the lines got blurred very fast. As some of you may have gathered by now we don't have a lot of sex in the bedroom... well we do, but it only accounts for some of it. What started as sex became can you get me a drink very fast... well the chances were that we were in the kitchen already. Sometimes pressed up against the fridge itself... see one of the great joys of no children is that you can do this sort of stuff J

Now our Tuesday night vanillas seem to have no such blurring. As far as one can make out from our many chats they seem to have spheres of influence. Usually things that are important to them. The bedroom is his domain. And they have more sex than any couple one has ever met. Hell they even put us to shame.

It is interesting to note that they have been together a long time... longer than us. Maybe the secret to a long term relationship is sex... lots and lots of it... and someone needs to be dedicated to instigating it on a regular basis otherwise sex is one of those things that gets put on the back burner very quickly... too tired, too busy, too stressed, not in the mood...

Anyway back to this...

In spite of all of our discussions about how their relationship functions... we do a lot of chatting about their relationship because their relationship is fascinating... on the face of it she rules the roost, but when you scratch around there are odd little things that crop up... it is still something of a mystery how it actually works. Part of the trouble one has is trying to work out how you can have a relationship with all these lines in the sand. That's your sphere of influence, this is mine... It's hard to understand because as a person one would just have to coast over their boundaries... to slip a toe in their space. It would be too deliciously tempting for words.

Before you could say wink they would be flat on their back handcuffed to the railing of the bed... while one ruffled through all their stuff just for fun.

Meh maybe there is a reason why one chose to enter a relationship with someone who had no concept of boundaries at all... well other peoples at any rate J

Limits...

His hand snaked out, as we were watching TV, to harass a nipple. Moving them bodily to safety one explained that after last night they didn't trust Him to respect their limits.

He replied I'm just moving their limits

Um... think that kinda defies the whole idea of limits

Well you are always saying that they can't be trusted He replied

Er.... if they are that unstable then you shouldn't be playing with them

Oh I think I should, He said as he pounced on them

You know one reads about these sorts of negotiations on the net and they don't end up going like this at all... why does it go so wrong?

Early one morning...

It was very early in the morning... about 2am... when one crawled to bed for the second or third time. That corking fever etcetera last week turned into the worst sinus in the world. A week and a pharmacopoeia of drugs later we seem to have found a winner... except for when He has the fan on. Then the bloody nose just blocks up turning one small slave into that attractive creature known as a mouth breather... and then the post nasal drip causes a choking sensation just as one starts to drift off L

Anyway as one slid once more into bed He surfaced long enough to ask are you OK?

Yes, just going to turn the fan off though

He reached out and grabbed one around the waist heaving one across the bed to collide with his naked form. Pulling one against His shoulder his hand reached down to torture a nipple while his free hand pushed the Njoy further into one's arse. Pull, push, pull, push... the man has an uncanny natural rhythm at times. Shifting slightly He threw one long leg over and forced one's thighs apart, imprisoning the right leg and leaving one open and exposed. The free hand roamed from the plug to the clitoris and He started to stroke in slow circular movements as one lay there trapped.

Groaning one tried to escape. His body clamped hold tighter and he growled where are you going?

Well away... that was obvious surely... one has been down this road before. You see He does this stuff in his sleep and just as it starts to feel good, he rolls over taking all the covers with him. Leaving one naked, panting, aroused and rapidly cooling... it is not a happy ending at all L

Why, are you awake enough to do this, one enquired tartly

Let's find out

And with that He started to do very mean things to that nipple...

Oww, Master that hurts...

Breathe through the pain was the reply

Umm... that really freaking hurts

It won't stop you coming though will it?

Well no, it didn't... but it still hurt

In fact it was still aching when one climbed onto His hard on to show gratitude for the orgasm. It was still throbbing as we rode to another orgasm... well for one of us. The damn thing was twinging as one rolled off to find a window of opportunity and slipped through it to sleep... for a whole four odd hours.

Unfortunately His window slammed shut leaving him wide awake at 3am... which is when he gave up and got up.

Our bed is like a revolving door... and not in the good way L

The event

A while back a certain someone organised an event. An event might one add that the organiser seemed strangely absent from... glares at a certain someone. It was an event that one had hoped would come to pass, as it did for some lucky readers, quietly and without being marked in any way.

It seems round here that luck was in some corner peeping out between her fingers, going I can't see you because as He left for work last night, there was a parting shot of we are going to have to do that pic for tomorrow when I get home.

Fuckety, fuck, fuck... He remembered L

Why does He remember this kind of shit and doesn't remember to clean a bench after making a snack? Why this? Why?

So as one knelt at the back door awaiting his arrival home this morning one had time to reflect on the injustice of life and owners in general. In fact as one knelt there wriggling to get comfortable, it would be fair to say that one wasn't looking forward to seeing Him at all... something of a change might one add.

Smiling He came through the door with his customary good morning slave greeting and as one knelt at his feet removing his shoes, one was sorely tempted to tie his shoelaces together and scamper off out the door. To be honest it was the thought of coming home later that put one off. There is nowhere to run to... a state that reeks of poor management on one small slave's part L

Off we set for the bedroom... well it was more that one was herded there to be honest... and onto the bed one hopped. Admittedly it was a slow hop... in fact it might have been mistaken for a crawl by the untrained eye. It was all to no avail because as one assumed the position His hand descended with an almighty cracking force.

And there it was...

A perfect hand print... etched into the skin in a glowing red

And for the record it hurt like a bitch...

Though it passed quite quickly

In fact as one hopped off the bed... the descent is always easier... or so they say... one thought that wasn't too bad after all. Kind of quick and painless.

So there He was taking happy snaps and as one lay there the colour developed further and so did the burn. It felt like someone had set the skin on fire...

It was a fire that was fanned by work trousers rubbing on the skin as we scampered out the door for breakfast.

And as one sat in the car the body started to do very strange things with the sensation... it did its special brand of magic and became strangely aroused.

A state that was not aided by the rubbing as one ran around at work... and was positively enhanced by a very slow day... with lots of time for the mind to drift off to more interesting places...

In fact for a while there the only solace one had was the knowledge that it hurt His hand as well... beams... and he doesn't like pain at all J