A day at the beach

Once again the plan was to go walkies... we both looked at each other and the weather and went meh. So clutching morning mouse one scampered back to bed with only moderate amounts of guilt. Remerging a much better person... read caffeinated to within normal parameters... one noticed that the sun was shining and the idea of breakfast was appealing. Seeing as we had to go grocery shopping anyway, we decided to park at one of the beaches, go for a walk to breakfast and then go back to pick up the car before heading off to the hell that is grocery shopping.

There were other plans of course... which we really shouldn't do because the universe always conspires against them... but we will return to those much later.

So off we set and the second thing that you come to on this route is a perennial favourite. If only because sometimes nature conspires to have a warped sense of humour. The building in the distance is the Redcliffe Surf Life Saving Clubhouse. Now as you can see from the pictures there is only one thing missing at this spot... that's right surf. See according to the maps we should have corking surf here... if it weren't for the small matter of Moreton Island just off the coast. What we have is... well it's more like a mill pond and one has always wondered what happens to those guys when they go to surf meets. Where are you from? Red...cough, cough. Oh! Followed by a keen look of sympathy. It's not that they don't save lives... where there is water there is always some dick looking to drown... but surf is pushing the boundaries a little as a descriptive term.

From there you wander past another couple of interesting features. One is this fabulous natural amphitheatre that was utilised to create a wonderful backdrop to a stage. Being flat they also multipurposed the area as a basket ball court. Culture meets sport... guess which one won that round? To our knowledge the stage hasn't been utilised in the last 20 years which is a shame. He of course thinks it would make a fabulous backdrop for a bondage shoot... good luck with that one. 

Then you wander round to the Lagoon. Which is a natural thing to build when you don't have a surf beach.  In summer this place is packed morning, noon and night. Unlike the beach which most of us only walk along... humans are perverse creatures at best.

In fact the only things that seems to make use of the natural wonders of this place are these cheeky little sods...

After stuffing ourselves with some very tasty omelettes we wandered back to the car. As we drove past the shopping centre one spied the little friend and realised it was Tuesday, and we were supposed to meet up for a standing coffee date. Launching out of the car, one ran back to see her and apologised profusely. Then she got a call from spiffy glasses girl and we wandered off to meet up in the coffee shop, where one caught up with the couple who run the landscaping yard where one worked. Finding Him wandering around in the supermarket we all congregated for coffee and found that spiffy had left her gym gear on the bus... accidently she swears.

We decided to visit Venus at her fabulous shop where we spent a fun time shoving one small slave into outrageous costumes of peacock feathers and beads, trying on corsets and playing with electricity. 'Cos the universe hates one small slave... so of course He managed to find something small and zappy. Do you want to know the difference between some people...

One small slave is holding the implement of torture... He turns it up... one small slave lets go muttering obscenities and numb to the elbow. Spiffy glasses girl holds it... He turns it up... she is holding on... going a delicate shade of flushed... and screaming bring it. Personally one thinks that toy will be smuggled to work and  given a new home... 

By the time people had been loaded into buses for their return trip home, the grocery shopping had been done and we were back home with it unpacked we were knackered. Instead of the afternoon of bondage and sexual torture we settled for an extremely good roast lamb dinner and a movie. People wonder how you keep real life from encroaching into your O/p M/s life? You don't. Sometime though the twists and turns are just as much fun and sometimes you meet people who really get your kinks... sick and twisted though they may be J


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Lethargy and gluttony

Some days start very well... intent wise at any rate... and today was a good example. The intent was to goes walkies, do a little laundry, eat breakfast, go to the gym, have lunch and fool around a little. When we woke up it was pissing down with rain... there went walkies and laundry. We did manage to go to the gym, pick up lunch and make it home via the sea food markets for oysters. By which time the weather had turned beautiful... too late to do laundry of course.

By the time we got home and had lunch it was mid afternoon, and we were over the enthusiasm of the morning. Though He did manage to catch one in the shower for a little quick anal. We ended up in bed, scrubbed squeaky clean, watching a show that redefines the very definition of food porn. A show so embellished with saturated fats that the arteries grow hard while you watch it.

Our dirty little secret is Man vs Food. A program that showcases food that will never be found on our fair shores. In a land that is multicultural we have many nations. Unfortunately most of them seem to come from warmer parts of the world where the food is often healthier. We have Sushi Trains galore, but you can't find a hamburger redolent in grease and flavour if your life depended on it... and McDonalds barely counts as food let alone tasty.

So we sat there, eating an entree of fresh oysters and our garlic prawns on a bed of steamed rice and vegetables, marvelling at the capacity to consume that much grease in one sitting. We are utterly gobsmacked at the size of the portions too for that matter. Honestly it is a miracle you lot aren't dead from consuming meals that big... let us not get into the food itself.

He of course being ever practical, remarks that we could just get rid of the oven and install a hot plate and deep fryer. Judging by the whimpering noises that emerge periodically from the back of his throat, one suspects that He isn't actually joking. And He keeps glancing over hopefully to see if the idea is taking root... To which one can only smile and respectfully tell him dude that is so not going to happen.

Mind you the sight of all that grease is mesmerising and so terribly alluring... and the idea of smashing your seafood at your table seems like a lot of fun... and does pie actually come in that many flavours... and, if there are actually any Americans still out there alive, can you send us some of the Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. Oh wait, maybe that was another show...

Picture this

Traveling home on the bus one small slave flicked open the phone to see that He had joined a new group on Fet. Immediately the little hairs on the body became erect.  Then one saw that He had made a comment... something He rarely does... and the arse clenched automatically. Anyone who has ever experienced an emotional response probably recognises those signs. Fear... plain and simple.

The cause of this response you may be asking yourself? There He is calmly discussing the possibilities of electrifying an Njoy. With people on the friends list that are now under review. Why? Well they are not acting in one's best interest nor are they exhibiting any of that loyalty stuff. For that matter neither is He.

See He is supposed to act in one's best interest and not do things that destroy whatever remaining vestiges of trust one has. It says so, constantly and repetitiously, on any forum on Fet. And some of those people have cred in their communities. Nods so it must be twoo.

And for the record:

Helping one get over a near pathological fear of zappy shit is not in one's best interest.

Offers of bags, brown or otherwise, do not mitigate your helping Him.

A Tens Machine is not necessary to ease sore muscles nor does one wish to go shopping for one tomorrow or any other day.

So to all you helpful bitches... just don't help. Don't want it. Don't need it. More importantly will not forgive it... and one has a very loooong memory. 

Extensions of fidelity

A reply one wrote for the group on Fet engendered the rather odd remark that He has limited one as a person. While it was probably not the persons aim to come across quite that literally... hey giving them the benefit of the doubt here... it did spark a couple of thoughts.

When you look at that time He has been in charge, one would have to say that He has done a good job. Rather than limiting one He has made one expand, grow and embrace a better version of oneself. Gods know that left to one's own devices one would have settled into a comfortable middle age by now. And probably been quite miserable and discontent with one's self in the process might one add. Truthfully shoving someone in front of a camera soon makes them more inclined to scamper back to the gym, the hairdresser and reconsider the wardrobe J

He stops one settling and stagnating and he continually makes one confront the inner demons and re-evaluate them. Besides He is sharp enough mentally to make sure one scrambles to catch up. It stops complacency and there is a lot of evidence that the brain, like so many other parts of the body, will atrophy if not exercised and challenged. While He can't stop the aging process he sure has managed to slow it down.

Except for that damned hip... No amount of stretching seems to help this winter L

Sweet dreams

He slid in on those quiet feet and pounced as one lay there. Poking one in the arse He said there is something missing isn't there? No. Fingers probed deeper... humph... why didn't I get to put it in? Strangely enough it hurts less when you don't do it. There is no final jab for good measure to make sure the njoy is in.

He laughed and flipped one over. Spreading the legs out of the way, He pounced. Holding one firmly in place, He licked with quick, firm little strokes of that divine tongue driving one to a fast orgasm.

Slave... won J

Keeping score

Always one to keep things fresh in the relationship, He decided to combine the flogging with the fucking today. For the record He is much more careful with that damn thing when his body parts are involved.

Even though He did cum, one rather thinks the flogger won that round.

Shortly afterwards we were curled up masturbating together while He explored how sore the nipples were after yesterday. Not sore enough to prevent one from coming it seemed. Though He said no when one asked for permission.

Think He won that round.

He decided that it would be more fun to hoist ones legs around his shoulders so he could get a better angle for entry. Unfortunately while being fucked in that position, the hip decided to register a scream of protest at that kind of handling. To be honest one has no idea, and care even less, if He came... Yeah, yeah, bad slave...

Do know the hip won that round.

Then one had to hobble off for a shower before going to work...

Bringing the grand total for the morning to... slave... none.

This inequality stuff sucks L


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