Caned

Cats and dragons

This has not been a good day. It started with Him waking one up on both his exit and return from the gym. In fact one stumbled into the study to point out His stealth roll had failed and he had awoken the dragon. It then drifted into the shower playing up in the middle of washing the hair... midway through conditioning and with half a leg shaved. He then went out of his way to piss one off in a multitude of little ways... it was quite deliberate and one retaliated suitably

It must be something in the air...

Even the cat who had commandeered His temporary spray booth... before he could use it of course... was in fine fettle. Not content to just spread black fur over the cardboard, 'cos it knows that black fur looks great in white paint and on white laundry alike, it took the trouble to reach out and sink a fang in. 

Apparently one small slave moving back and forth was disturbing its nap....

Hmmm... there seems to be a common theme here

The cat struck out for the garage after our little altercation and one small slave took a leaf out of its book and struck out for the bedroom, just as soon as the house keeping and lunch was finished. He shut the glass doors firmly on one's retreating arse. He claims it was to cut down on noise disturbance, but it felt far more symbolic than that. Either way one did re-emerge in a better frame of mind...

It didn't last...

He took time out of his day to spank one's arse at every opportunity... something about proving that one was mistaken yesterday. Though how the spanking is supposed to prove that He is needed remains something of a mystery...

But then maybe one small slave's logic is broken...

Or maybe the head isn't on straight

That must be it... beams happily in relief... 'cos otherwise He was being deliberately provocative as one suspected this morning

And so it begins

Coming out of the shopping centre after work the heat hit us like a blanket. Oddly though it had an almost dry feel to it and looking around at the sky one could see the tell tale grey off in the distance. Still the heat was oppressive and we came home via the marina, where we picked up some prawns and fresh oysters for Him. It was simply too hot to contemplate turning on an oven.

By night the heat had gotten worse. It was like there was no air, but the breeze brought with it a distinctive odour. It was all through the house, the nose was no longer working and the eyes were streaming...

The fires have begun in earnest once more.

Life in an Australian summer is hot and dirty and filled with assorted dangers... most of them naturally occurring and outside of the home...

Which does of course make one wonder sometimes why we practise BDSM... we could just go outside for the odd vicarious thrill

Hell for that matter one can stay inside and get all snotty and teary...

So really there is no need for Him to slap one's arse when one is lest expecting it...

Scampers off to tell Him he's no longer needed

The Christmas party

Tonight was the night... the night when we all get together on the company's dollar to celebrate the survival of another year. Except it wasn't such a celebration in some ways. Personally one is planning on bailing in the New Year... for a lot of reasons including the fact that the allergies are playing up and meds are only just making it bearable and even then the results are spotty some days.

It was a topic one had mentioned in passing to the manager a couple of days ago and at the time one thought her reply was interesting... you know normally I would try and talk you out of it, but in this case...

Leaving that little meeting one thought there is something else going on here... that was too easy

Well it seems that was the case...

Chatting to another staff member who is leaving... it is amazing what people will tell a sympathetic ear on a glass of wine... it seems that the business will probably be wound up at the end of the financial year. So there we all sat... with the co workers making merry all around one small slave who just felt profoundly disconnected from the whole event. And here one is stuck with a bit of knowledge that is just going to devastate some of the women who have worked together for upwards of 14 years and one can't give them so much as a heads up.

You know working for corporations just makes you feel dirty sometimes L

How to die like a tourist

At the moment the household is host to family friends from Atlanta, Georgia. That is to say His mother has gone away and we have been left with them. He suggested, as there are two small children, that they might like to go to the Lagoon for the day.

Seems like an excellent suggestion doesn't it...

Well it was until she showed one small slave a lovely little video on her camera of the three of them exploring the tidal pools. And her youngest petting an octopus. A "cute little blue one"...

That child must have a charmed life or that octopus must have been off his game. That or it was a baby who hadn't received the memo about first contact.

Seeing the look on one's face she asked is it dangerous?
Of course it's fucking dangerous. Its Australia.

Rule of thumb in Australia...

Do not pet the wildlife

Late in the evening

Lying on the bed, limbs akimbo, one contemplated getting up. Well it was more that one was trying to will oneself to get up... teeth needed to be cleaned and moisturiser needed to be applied. Just as one was summoning the strength to move He walked in. Or rather his hard on walked in and He followed.

Spying one in that compromising position He pounced, pinning one to the bed with legs over his shoulders. His hard on forced its way into an unprepared cunt... in spite of its attempts to repel the invader. Ignoring the squeals of protest He drove in, pounding the cervix repeatedly and stopping the feeble attempts one was making to get away from the source of pain.

He drove on relentlessly until he came... pulsing and thrusting into resistant flesh

Leaving one with no excuse not to get up

Honestly the man's motivational speeches leave something to be desired L

Don Wands nubby melon crank

Rather like that favourite juicer, this has been sitting in its velvet bag for some time... though not as long as the other one. Today it was pulled to the light to be tried out. To be honest one did rather look at it and think how did you get to our place? It was rather small and He tends towards the idea of go big or go home.

The implement:

• About 15 cm (6") long and about 2.5 cm (1") in diameter
• It has a head of about 4 cm (1 1/2") that is grooved just like that a juicer and that (along with the crank style handle) is what gives it that name
• The insertable length is approx. 9.5 cm (3 3/4")
• The base is approx. 5.5 cm (2 1/4")
• There are four rows of five smooth, raised nubs approx. 3 mm (1/8") in height around the surface and another nine around the base
• The handle is about 3.5 cm (1 1/4") and has a glass ball on it about the size of a marble.

The pros:

• Can be used anally or vaginally
• The nubs on the base are supposed to stimulate the clitoris as it goes round... not that one actually got to find out if that worked
• Pyrex for an easy clean
• Can be heated or chilled
• That smooth surface makes for an easy insertion
• Suitable for most levels of experience 

The cons:

• They are better with someone to turn them for you

To be honest one wasn't expecting great things from this toy... after all one had fallen in love with its big cousin. It did however live up to that adage about good things coming in small packages. When turned around in the arse it produced delicious sensations. So if you come across one in your travels one would recommend picking one up