Merry Xmas

Here in the UK we are basking in unseasonal autumn weather!
The calendar says it 25th December, Bing Crosby's White Christmas has been on repeat shuffle all morning, there is multi colour wrapping paper in the trash, the smell of roast duck permeates the house, steam is filling the kitchen, and there is a glass of port on the kitchen counter for the cook :0)
Yep... its Chrismas.


Merry Christmas to you and yours. Happy Holidays one and all.

grumbles at the silly mistake

He calls part 2 was written by shi and not her Master, somehow it posted that he wrote it, and that is not the case.. Sorry to my Master for the confusion. Guess i didnt have enough coffee this morning to realize what it had done! laughs.

He calls (pt 2)

Shi has a sense of fulfillment as she is knelt at his feet, her mouth gliding up and down on his hard cock. Feeling his body body as he responds to her hand and mouth working him. He twitches in her mouth as teeth lightly scrape against him. His hands tightening in her hair, gripping her and guiding her as shi continues to suck his cock. The movements of the two of them, stirring the passion that is deep in them. Shi whimpering softly as her mouth, tongue, teeth and hand glide up and down that wondrous shaft. Worshipping what her Master has granted her, her heart quickens, content in the knowledge that shi is his.. Her body responding to the wanton ways of her sucking him, licking him. Her arousal more acute as she continues her work.. His hands forcing her faster and harder on his cock, his body tensing. Her free hand slides to his balls and begins to gently massage them, he moans gently... then violently thrusts himself in her mouth and shoots his load, his cum warm, a bit salty and ever so delish... she effortlessly swallow all his seed..relishing in the taste. His fingers begin to slacken in her hair and shi hears him moan contently. Her mouth slows its pace and her tongue begins to work around his spent shaft..ever so carefully as shi knows he is sensitive now. She reluctantly releases him from her mouth, and lays her head on his thigh... purring contently... his fingers gently caressing her hair as he recovers. He tugs her leash forcing her to look up at him and he speaks softly "thank you mine." Shi smiles and whispers gently "your very welcome my Master, shall i go fetch dinner now?" He nods and says "yes lets" Shi rises her leash draped over her neck and scampers off to the kitchen. The meal was cooked but kept in the oven for warmth until He was ready for it. She takes the food, serves it on the plates and places them on the table. He had recovered and sat to eat. She waited for his invite to join him kneeling by his chair.... shi felt happiness in knowing she was his for all times,breathless and pleased that she pleased him and continues to do so..Shi knew after dinner, that he would put her to use and she could not wait.

Happy Holidays to you All!

As Christmas approaches, i know for alot of you, including myself the next few days will be crazy sooo
Just wanted to wish you all

A very Merry Christmas and the happiest of New Years!! 


May all your wishes come true, may love and joy fill you at this time of year and may you enjoy whatever it is you do with such vigor and passion! 

He calls....

She was busy with her day doing domestic duties around the house. He was at work, doing what he does daily. He called her, telling her when he would be home from work. "Greet me by the door the way you know i enjoy!" he tells her. She smiles over the phone and says "Of course my Master" They hang up and she prepares herself for Him. She freshens up quickly. Steps to where the leash is hanging and his favorite toy. Takes them down and settles herself by the door. Kneeling in nadu, legs wide, hands gently placed on her thighs palms down, her back straight and her breasts thrust forward, by the door so when he opens it the first thing he will see is her in all her glory. The leash clipped to her collar and draped around her neck. The flogger she places the handle between her teeth and gently lets the falls of it caress her naked breasts. She breathes deeply and slowly, but with some anxiety welling in her chest. Knowing that when he calls her like that she is in for a night of pain and pleasure. She patiently awaits the arrival of Him.
Hears the key in the lock, her heart skips a beat, she straightens up even more reverently, and lets a smile cross her lips. He comes through the door, gazing at her as he steps in. He tosses his bag and keys onto the chair. Letting his eyes roam up and down her naked flesh. He takes the flogger from her mouth, and tucks the end into one of his front pockets. Her eyes are cast downward towards his feet, but she can feel his gaze upon her, like an electrical current running through every nerve. "Greetings mine" he says. "Greetings my Master! How was your day?" she replies. He says "we can discuss that later"  "As you wish" she replies. He crouches down to her, takes her chin in his hand and raises her face to meet his. They instinctively lean into one another and kiss ever so passionately. His hand slides to the back of her neck and he pulls her tightly to him. She feels her breath will fail her as he takes command of that welcome home kiss. Their tongues entwining with one another. His other hand slides to one of her breasts and she begins to whimper in pleasure. His fingers rolling over her breast, squeezing it firmly but lovingly. She moans against the kiss. The scent of her arousal starting to fill the air between them. His fingers glide to her nipple and squeezes it, causing her to wince  from the mix of pain and pleasure. All to suddenly he pulls away, stands up and steps back. " You look ravishing my shi!" She blushes and with a breathless tone, replies "Thank you my Master" He takes her leash from around her neck and tugs her towards the couch. She crawls on all fours in the direction he is pulling her. He sits down and tugs the leash again so that his slave is kneeling between his legs, facing him. He tells her to raise her eyes, and as she does so she sees the twinkle in his. Knowing what was expected of her in this position, she begins to slowly undo his pants.. seeing the bulging of fabric over his cock. She releases him from the constriction of the fabric, taking her hand and wrapping it around his stiffening shaft. She scoots ever so closely.. a sly smile on her lips...as she lowers her head and wraps her lips around that oh so delicious member. Her mouth and hand working in unison as they glide up and down, causing him to stiffen even more in her moist mouth. He leans back and sighs appreciatively, enjoy her warm moist mouth over his cock. His body shifts ever so slightly as his slave continues her duty.His fingers slide into her hair, gripping her head tightly to him, and helps guide her rhythm, forcing her head down onto his steel rod. Causing her to gag as she picks up the pace and he forces himself deeper into her throat. She rises up on her knees and tilts her body to be able to take him deeper. Enjoying his taste, his manly smell, and the grip of his hands in her hair. This is what she is here for. To serve Him in whatever capacity he so desires. Shi is his slut. Her mouth his to use for his pleasure... Shi is in heaven.... (to be continued)

Love so many different ways to

There is so many different ways to show love and be loved. We have the love for our children, our pets, and yes even some of our possessions. There is familial love with mothers, fathers, and siblings. It is usually comforting, sometimes volatile and often leaves us with a sense of a part of who we are.
Then there is a love shared between a Master and his slave. To me, and this is my humble opinion, a truly deep kind of love that wraps around your heart and soul and makes you feel more complete than you have in your entire life. There is this deep level of trust and commitment stronger than anything i have experienced before. Not to diminish the familial love we have in our lives. But i was sitting here this morning contemplating the different types of love. It made me think....really think...
The love between a Master and slave, is one of a never ending pool that flows and ebbs with the tide of the relationship shared. I am sure many of you have felt it in your own dynamics. There is that comforting nestled feeling you get when cuddling in your partners arms, that sense of security that makes you feel all lovey dovey inside. Then there is that ever burning passion and desire that wells up so ferociously in you that all inhibitions are stripped and you cant wait to claw each other as you fuck one another senseless. The ever dominating male, taking what is his, primally laying claim to his slave, his possession, every inch of her body his to use as he sees fit. The soft, pliant slave, arching her body to take all that her Master gives her, and relishing in the mix of pain and pleasure, seeing that fire in his eyes as she gazes back at him. Knowing that all they do is for the sheer ecstasy of the other. Two bodies singing their own song as the flogger falls or their bodies mesh in that soulful union that just makes you melt into a puddle of goo. Afterwards, recovering as bodies quiver, hearts beating so fast you swear they will pop out of your chests. Taking comfort that the Master and his slave are content, satiated and as one. The after glow covering them like a comfortable blanket, encasing them together. That kind of love is so overwhelming and fulfilling! mmmmm so delish! smiles

Slut etc (Raden's Post)

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Weird dreams!

I woke up after some disturbing dreams, i can only recall bits and pieces, but its was about one of my children. I dont know if you all know this but i have 3 adult children, These dreams were about my oldest, my son. Some disturbing scenes in the dreams, and only bits and pieces. I remember feeling frustrated with him, i remember feeling sad for him, and then it seemed to work out in the end.Then the dreams changed over to three critters i was trying to capture with one humane cage. A badger, a baby racoon and an adult raccoon. How bizarre is that? Somehow in the dream they were captured and i took them to a local park to release them. They were all captured together. Which i thought was really strange! Are they natural enemies? i dont know. Any way, i usually pay attention to my dreams, due to the fact that i believe its my mind trying to work out things as i sleep. I know my son is fine, but there are little things that bother me with regards to him. He is a grown man and can make his own decisions but some of them i feel are just plain stupid. The critter dream i have no clue what that means... i will think on this..
When i woke up this morning i went hmmmm.. what was that all about? Made coffee, took a shower , shaved my legs, put some slightly scented lotion on them so they dont dry out in the winter cold, made myself feel all girlie, fresh and clean! As soon as my hair dries, i will put it up, as i do everyday. An instruction from my Master, that i am to wear my hair up in some fashion till i am in his arms in January. Either in a ponytail, a plait, or a small bun havent decided yet today.
I also as i sit and drink my coffee, read the updates on others blogs. I just love hearing about others and what they are up to or doing, whether it is vanilla or a situation they find themselves in their dynamic. It gives me a sense of connection to others in the lifestyle even if they arent exactly what my Master and i are into. I am grateful i have found this site, and for all those wonderful bloggers out there! I feel like i belong to a community that i dont have accessible to me in my life at the moment. So to you all, have a great day! And thanks for being out there!

Reading

I love to read which Master is fully aware of. I have many favorite authors, and the books can be fiction, non fiction, self help books, fantasy,bdsm related or whatever.. I just finished reading one by Kacie Cunningham titled Conquer Me, it was recommended by another blogger that i follow, forgive me if i forgotten who that was. It took me several days to read this, which was very good. Its a book from a submissives perspective, someone who wrote somewhat about her life experiences in a 10 + year relationship. It covers so many subjects. I found it interesting, and a very good read. Alot of her writing was to me a practical common sense things. Reminding the readers that both Doms and submissives are people too. She covered things like the conquer me feelings, when things may go off track and her advice on how to get them back and many other things. Things that worked for her and her Master in the situations she covered. I highly recommend it for those of you that like to read too. Its great for beginners as well as those that have been in the lifestyle of your choice for a long time. What i liked about this book is that it was like she was having a conversation with you, made me feel like i was sitting across from her and having this talk. She never once made me feel as i was reading this book that she was talking down to me. It was simple english, easy to understand and she went into details of her definitions and why she had them. Any way i enjoyed the book, and it will be one that will stay on my Masters kindle for a long time, maybe down the road i will get a hard copy too, for O/our ever growing library. Have a great day all!

Progress....

Ok today is thursday, and i am to report on my progress of the no nail biting habit, unfortunately i slipped last night... the little pinkie finger on my left hand met the fate of my mouth and i am ashamed. Wasnt strong enough to stop myself ... what is the satisfaction or the payoff for me to do this? I really dont know.. The other fingers are fine, and slowly making progress. I so want to not do this.. I have been making a conscientious effort, that when they get close or i feel the urge to bite them, i try to occupy my hands in something else.. I suppose since i am human i am bound to slip every once in awhile. I am hoping as time goes on this urge will lessen.. I do want beautiful nails, i do want to do what my Master asked of me and i want to succeed. I guess i am bound to slip, but with determination, i am determined to succeed....Curses on this bad habit, i dont want you anymore!

Pride II (From Raden)

You have a six pack, my waistline is has seen better days, so what? You have a shiny new car on the drive, I ride a bike or take the bus, so what? Your clothes all have designer labels, mine just fit and are practical, so what? You live in a five bed house on a private road in an exclusive part of town, do I care? 
That's the trouble with pride. These days it's more about what you have than who you are!
For me, and call me old school if you want to, being proud of who and what you are beats the crap out of the puffed up, self opinionated possession driven attitudes that are so prevalent in life today. It goes hand in hand with the attitude that says that once you are over 30 you are washed up, once your hair begins to show flashes of silver, you are brain dead and OMG, having crow's feet or bags around the eye's means you cant afford a plastic surgeon to regain your youth. 
My mom had a way of describing it that is too good not to quote "Fur coat and no knickers", and yep that fits perfectly. Pride is not top show, its not flash, neither is it something that gets rammed down everyone's throat. But to many these days, that's just what it is.
Pride, in my view is that warm glow that you get inside that says "Great job.... see you did it". It doesn't need anyone to be exalting your status as a god or goddess. It comes from the quiet satisfaction that you overcame a problem, obstacle, fear, worked hard and just did it even though you may have doubted your ability to succeed. If you are cultured into believing that you are incompetent, you will begin to believe it and you will be just that, incompetent, or any of the negative labels that other may want to hang on you.
As we mature, we change physically and mentally, not for the worse but for the better. I don't and wont believe anything less than that. Sure my six pack turned into a barrel years ago, but it now holds a fine mature wine to savour, not cans of cheap fizzy plonk to piss up the wall on a Saturday night, if you get my drift.
Some would say that a slave should have no place for pride. I don't believe that for one minute. Slavery demands hard work, dedication and a purposeful mind that few possess. A Master/owner should not be endlessly praising his slave, otherwise slavery will dilute into the ordinary. It is for the slave to recognise what they achieve, how well they do and to totally believe in themselves. It is their Masters task to put them on the path and pull them back when they stray off-road.
Forget the cheap, fizzy plonk. It is a joy to savour the fine wine that is a modest yet proud slave.


Be proud...... because you deserve to.

Pride

My Master asked me to write about this topic. Depending on the definition you use for pride, it can mean many things. I do not see myself as prideful, but recently i do have alot to be proud of. The past several weeks i have accomplished some things in my life that needed tended to. Progress was made, there were one or two setbacks, but instead of letting it get to me, i tackled it and moved forward. Head way was made with a family member who had become distant, i believe there that there is progress. Where i hope a relationship can be rebuilt and strengthened again. A project i attempted failed on the first round, but the 2nd attempt has been a large success. And i am very excited about it. i chuckle softly here, because even the first attempt and now the second one, my Master says i have been bubbling with excitement over being crafty again. And he noticed a change in me over it. It makes one feel good when things that happen to you, that shift your mentality a bit to a more positive way of thinking. And it makes one feel good when your Master notices the change in you as well.
I have been feeling rather good in both physical and mental ways lately, and a big part of that is because my Master encouraged me to move forward, make changes that benefited me even though i was skeptical over it in the beginning. And since i belong to him, it is my duty to make the changes necessary to make my life more fulfilling and satisfactory. His love and support has given me the courage and the avenue to make the things that have happened over the last several weeks happen. I am proud that i am his, i am proud in myself for taking that first step towards these changes. I am proud to be called his because his love, support, encouragement and sometimes a slap on the ass from him pushed me towards these things. I am proud to be working on a successful project. Generally all in all i feel really good!
And i know in turn he is proud of me for progressing the way i have lately, the things i have done, accomplished and set goals to achieve, and that makes me feel even better.
I believe a slave can have pride as long as its a benefit to both her and her Master, there are many forms of it. I am no better than anyone else, but in his eyes, he treasures me and not only wants me for my body, but my mind and that mind has to be healthy for us to succeed in who we are. So having some pride in what i do or say or when i serve him is a good thing in my opinion, its a self esteem and confidence booster not only for me but those benefits bounce back towards him.
And on a more personal note, today marks the 1 month countdown for when i fly into his arms for good. And that folks, is something i can hardly retain my excitement about.

This ones' dream or perchance some day hopefully reality

The dream started with me in my little cage, my Master had placed me in it the night before and told me that is where i would sleep that night. He secured me with rope, tightly bound to restrict movement but not so tight that it would cut off any circulation, this one was hooded, her ears padded with stuffing to prevent hearing, hooded with the eyes covered, laying on her side, barely able to move. My legs bound together and curled up sort of in the fetal position, my arms and hands bound to the legs with very little movement. The mouth piece was left open in the event i needed to call out in the middle of the night, but i knew i would not. Before he went off to bed himself, he spoke words of comfort, telling me how he liked the way i looked, featureless, but naked in his ropes. To me though the words were barely intelligible since my hearing was muted. I felt the brush of his hands across my body giving me comfort, i remember shivering happily at his touch. Then the withdrawal of his touch and the soft feel of the air moving as he covered the cage in a blanket to help keep me warm..The little cage was next to his bed and i could feel the vibration of the bed frame hitting it slightly as he climbed into bed. I whispered 'goodnight my Master'. The feelings i felt as i laid there and thought of things before i drifted off to sleep were of sheer contentment, confinement and knowing in my heart of hearts i was His so completely. A sense of peace settled over me, i could feel the warmth envelope me as i began to drift off. I remember in my dream, how much love i felt for Him. Needless to say i woke up this morning, wanting and needing him so desperately. And i hope when he reads this it will make him smile, because i know in the future there will be times, that his little beast will end up in her cage, just as in her dream. And what he does to her once he releases her from it will be his will and desire, and i will willingly comply.

His slave!

ok i have been sitting here trying to figure out what to write, what to comment on. I have alot of things to do today, get Christmas decorations up, work on my project and remind myself not to bite my nails. Oh and typical household chores need to be done too. The good thing is i can get an earlier start today on these things than days in the past. So i am much motivated today to do the things i need to do. 
On a personal note, i so long to be in my Masters arms, to feel his body crushing against mine, his hand in my hair, yanking my head back as he ravishes my lips. Its so hard being so far away from him and not be able to experience these sensations that we both crave. But soon our time approaches, and then there will be so much sensation between the two of us that it makes me heady. I can only draw on my memories of what his touch felt like, his lips against mine, and how he made me feel when he took what was his. 
We have waited so long for this, it is what we both crave, desire and want so very much. It is what i have waited for most of my life. A strong man to dominate me, control me, love me and make me his. A few more weeks and it all becomes more of a reality for us both.

Obedience (Radens post)

Total, unwavering obedience to her Master/owner is one sign of a good slave.

Slavery is not meant to be easy. Some play at it, others live it. Mine will live it when finally shi kneels beside me.

Obedience is not brought about at the will of a whip, it is a frame of mind cultured and developed in a slave either by their Master or because the slave''s mindset naturally burns as a latent desire in the potential slave. Mine is one of the latter and I am fortunate in that respect.

Shi did not anticipate or want an easy life. She will have no control until she learns to live a lesson.

Currently shi is learning a very important lesson, that of total obedience. She is under instruction to stop a life long nail biting habit. Shi has beautiful hands which in my opinion shi spoils with her habit, hence shi is commanded to stop.

This task is not for my benefit. Shi will have a greater reward than I when shi succeeds, and failure is not an option. Shi will know that shi is committed, capable and dedicated. Yes, shi knows the scale of her task better than me and she will do what all slaves have to do..... Obey without question that shi will be proud of herself because of her success in seeing what shi has achieved.

It is not my job to thank her, (but shi knows I will). It is my role to take away everything and create and free all shi is to become. Every milestone shi achieves is her confirmation that shi is Mine, and that I am proud to call her that! Mine.

ok feeling much better now!

Ok i am feeling a bit better, some things accomplished, other things have to wait, not feeling so antsy now.. Can only do what we do with the time allotted, so heck with the rest. Still waiting for the house to wake up so i can do some housecleaning and get that out of the way, but now will just spend some quiet reading and waiting for my Master to come on line..... oooh look at that he just logged on ...byeeeeeee

Antsy!

I woke up this morning feeling restless, cant sit still and i am not sure why. I have alot going on this month, with not only christmas but other things as well. Which my Master is aware of. I have to get things ready for next month and my leaving to join him for good in January. It seems i have so much to do and so little time to do it. It drives me bonkers, i hate feeling antsy. I try to take time out for myself where i can just relax and breathe, and even now as i write this i know i have soooo much to do. It is almost a sense of urgency. The house is quiet and so i cant do the housework, till everyone else awakes. I have a project i am working on and really need to get that started, it needs to be done before the end of this month, still havent decorated for christmas yet and i really want to do that as well. So with so much to do and little time to do it in, i need to just buckle down and do it. So have a great day all. And knowing i will be busy today, my hands will be busy so no nail biting today i can forsee.

Hiccup?

Is blogspot hiccupping? All but one of my followers, have disappeared, have to blame it on either a program error, something i did, or you all left, hope its not the latter.
Anyway this is day two of the no nail biting thing, and so far they havent even gone near my mouth. I suppose its because i am making a conscious effort to make sure they dont. I have been keeping my hands busy with reading others blogs, drinking coffee, and sorting things out for later for a project i am working on. Its cold but sunny, and maybe in a bit i will go to the store to return some things i didnt use on the last project.
As soon as the rest of the house awakes i intend to get busy on this project, and hope it turns out better than the last one. Although pleased with the results of it, something was way off and i cannot wear it. With the blogs that i have joined to follow i must say i am thoroughly enjoying reading the works of others. Whether its a view, a story, feelings or something holiday related.  And both from the sub side and the Dom side of things. Hope everyone is having a good day.

A task and my bad habit!

The task was given to me by my Master, he says i have nice hands. Only one problem, here i am in my 40's and i am a nail biter, always have been. I believe it stems from a childhood trauma and the biting gives me a sense of peace. God only knows why. But its more than that, i just do not bite my nails to the quick, (and this is going to sound worse than it is) but i also peel layers of the nail till i get to the point of some slight pain. It allows me to feel something, often times enough to satisfy the whatever it is in me. But now i am told my hands belong to Him now and i am no longer allowed to bite my nails. This order was given to me last night and even though i protested and told him it would not be easy, he knew this and supports me in this endeavor to stop. I dont like biting my nails but obviously there is some sort of pay off for me or i wouldnt still be doing it. How do you stop a bad habit after a lifetime of doing it? I want to please him and allow my nails to grow, to have pretty hands and nails to maybe rake across his skin when we are together, but its almost a second thought when i do it. Since last night when my fingers go where they shouldnt i have caught myself and stopped. But do i have the will power to do it successfully? Can i do stop this after a lifetime of doing it? I know i should, its an order now to stop. But i fear failure. On top of it he wants me to give a progress report every Thursday on this particular task. So we will see how the next week goes. This will not be easy for me and he knows it. But since my Master ordered me to take on this task, i will do my best and hopefully in the long run succeed. I want pretty nails, as does he. But it definitely wont be easy.. So wish me luck and if i fail you will know about it here on this blog, but if i succeed you will know too.

The above picture

The above picture for the blog  is titled "Light of Life"  I found it through a search, i am not sure who the artist is but once i find out i will give them credit here. I like the fact that it looks old and cracked, not perfect but still beautiful in its own way. The fact she is kneeling staring into the candle, he is behind her holding her gently by the head, is he ordering her to look into the flame? To contemplate her lot in life? Is he giving her directions as he tells her to stare into that flame, or is he whispering what he plans for her that evening? giggles, now my mind wanders.... Personally i thought it was a beautiful picture, and so relevant to what it is that Master and i are.

Ups and downs

There are ups and downs to life we all experience them, whether mental or physical. The last couple of weeks have been mostly ups and yesterday was a down. My Master knows what i speak of, and even in a down day there He was comforting, adding suggestions to change the day, giving me options to improve the situation and just being there for me.  We are not all about beating my ass, or controlling my submission through his strong hands. We seek a balance in life. It is very important to us. We have discussed many times that 'balance'. Sure i am his slave and he is my Master, but there is more to us than that. When he or I is having a rough day we are there for emotional support for each other. We give comfort, suggestions, advice what ever we feel is needed to help the other out. We are a multifaceted couple as i am sure many of you are as well. Its like we have discussed we cant be in Master/slave mode all the time with nothing else between us. 1. We will burn out fast and 2. we need that balance in life to be more complete. We strive to continually maintain that balance, as lovers, friends, companions and Master/slave. So since i had a down day yesterday, there he was comforting me with my frustrations in a loving way. Sometimes things happen because they were meant to, does not mean i have to like it. But i can wallow in that frustration or pick myself up by my bootstraps and seek the options out there to change it. I prefer the latter. So with his love, guidance and patience he picks me up and does not let me wallow. For that i am grateful.

Naked

A simple word with so many connotations. My Master requested this post, as he often helps to think of topics to post. And since no new posts were done except for the one my Master wrote about my collar, which i absolutely love and cant wait to have it permanently around my neck, due to a busy weekend, this is my topic for today.
One of the few rules i will have when i am there is to remain naked in the house with nothing on but my collar and cuffs. To always be accessible to him when he so desires it. And even when he is at work, unless i am sent out on an errand or need to go outside the home to take care of something, i will remain naked, to help me with my mindset of being his slave. There will be by the front door an appropriate robe for me to quickly throw on should someone appear at the door for whatever reason. Oh and yes when i am cooking i will be allowed an apron to protect my skin from any splatters, giggles, maybe that will be my next project to sew.(The one exception to this rule is when mother nature comes calling then i will be allowed appropriate wear for that time) There is something comforting knowing i will not be encumbered by clothing in our home. To have my body fully visible and accessible to him. I can envision my sitting there, perhaps blogging while he is at work, nude, or reading or working on some sort of craft project. Catching glimpses of myself with no fettered clothing on. There is a sense of vulnerability when knowing clothing is forbidden except for those times he allows it. Or its necessary for the demands of the world we live in. It will take some getting used to i am sure. But for me this will be a small adjustment.
This is the physical aspect of  being naked and now i will delve into the mental aspect of it here.
To be naked mentally will take a bit more getting used to. And in the past i have done some nakedness for my Master to a certain degree.We agreed along time ago that sometimes i have a communication issue, due to my upbringing. That i have a funny way of getting to the subject matter i wish to discuss or an idea i wish to pass on to him. I often get embarrassed, or feel guilty for a certain idea or subject matter. So another form of nakedness for me will be to not hide anything from him, my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies and the things in the dark recesses of my mind. He has mentioned to me that i am getting better at this, but he feels my being physically naked and nothing hidden will help with my mental nakedness. That when He asks me what i am thinking or feeling, because of the vulnerability i will be feeling without the clothes that it will be easier for me to tell him. And maybe it will be and then again maybe not. But He has a way of getting the answers out of me  even if there is a little prodding. But i am thinking there will come a time when we have adjusted to being together, that we sink into what it is that we do and become more comfortable with each other and ourselves that all of this will be second nature to me.
Being naked with out clothes will help me to consider my womanhood, to know i own nothing with out his approval, to help me feel more comfortable with my body and looks, and in turn it will help with the mindset that i am his slave, i am there for his enjoyment, his pleasure and that nothing will be hidden from him ever.That my body and mind are his to mold, use and take care of at his discretion. Master owns me fully and completely, i am his woman, slut, beast and lover. And i will do what i need to to fulfill that role with him and within myself.

shi's collar

For those that are interested, this is shi's collar from the maker's web page. It's  Turian style and hers carries a leash ring. It is described by the maker like this:
"This collar is hand made of solid 3/8 inch diameter Stainless Steel. The mating ends are shiplapped. This method for joining gives the collars a smooth and elegant look without unsightly gaps that could draw attention and snag on hair or pinch the skin.
It will not wobble, even when opened by it's 1/8 inch Stainless Steel hinge pin and once secured by a # 8 Stainless Steel Buttonhead Allen screw, it is as one piece."
My choice of collar for shi involved a a great deal of online searching over many days and air freighting thousands of miles. For me (and shi) the choice of collar was perhaps one of the most significant choices I  have made or am ever likely to make. It had to be right.
The collar is strong, beautiful, made with care and precision, immune from tarnishing and with its leash ring I have absolute control. It is our symbol of everything we are 24/7. What more can I say?

Thank yous' to those who joined my blog

First i want to say thank you for the followers that have joined my blog. And 2nd to those that have left comments. I am a work in progress as is my relationship with my Master and when i have a bit more time hopefully today i can explain what it is we are to one another and a bit about ourselves. Or as some like to use the term our  "dynamic" (which my Master absolutely hates that word!) Or if my Master comes on while i am gone, maybe he can find the time to do so. Unfortunately i have a busy day planned so this may end up being a more descriptive post for tomorrow. Not quite sure yet. Any way Thank you for those that have joined, and have a great day!

Rules..... the lifeblood of slavery? (Radens post)

My shi has invited me to post on this blog, I hope to make my submissions (of the literary kind) thought provoking if not down right challenging to both sides of TPE. To avoid any confusion my posts will be in this dirty gold colour, and labelled "Raden's Post"


Rules. Now there's a topic to wrestle with, as shi and I have done at times. For me there is one rule and that is sufficient, "Do as I say and learn from it". Frankly there is no need for more. We talk, I decide. Simple!
TPE is dependant on training and trust, and without trust, you can have thousands of silly rules to cover any challenging situation. That is not TPE in my mind.
shi has posted her "rules" on this site, they are a work in progress only, but unlike many slave rule lists I have seen that get longer and longer and longer..... this work in progress is more likely to get shorter! It has to or I will fail in the other aspect, training. Rules, to me are the standard. No arguing, no discussion a rule is to be obeyed. Fail and a period of punishment follows. Forget to wear your seat belt in your car and the cops will kick your ass. The same principle applies. Do it or suffer the consequences! 
The idea is, anywhere in life, set up a rule, train and re-train until it becomes second nature then the rule is embedded into daily life. Period.
Do I need a rule that says that shi will be naked at home in my presence unless given permission to wear clothing? Today I do, but once shi knows the boundaries and respects them faultlessly its a lifestyle. I trust her to know what is required and to deliver it. shi trusts me not to make her cook food on the hob without an apron to protect her from spitting fat or a falling sharp knife. After all shi knows as well as I do, that while I may whip her to tears, it is still my duty to care for my prized possessions protecting them from accidental damage. Sometimes common sense is a rule. 
So a rule is there to build trust and serve a lifestyle aspiration. Once its second nature, either the rule gets altered to reflect further development, or it become pointless as it is part of life.
I see far too many lists of "Rules" that could be reduced to a few salient points that work just as well as 50 pointless deviations from a minor theme.
Speaking personally, shi and I speak openly and frankly about our life.I know her limits, shi knows mine. Our limits will change as our trust and confidence in one another grows. After all, our lifestyle will be living life to its limits. Life changes and without open, honest, respectful communication having 500 rules is as pointless as one.

A bit of a change

I have changed my blog title, to incorporate my Master and his thoughts into this blog. He is now a contributor to this blog as well. Another thing we have decided to join together in. He still wants the emphasis to be on my slavery. But now He has the choice to post something other than a comment on this. I would like very much for this blog to be about both of U/us. And now He can when he chooses to.

Reading...

This one not only has the need and desire to submit fully to her Master, a hunger that will never go away till i am in his arms, but also has a hunger to learn from others, to see what others in this lifestyle deal with on a daily basis. Whether from the Dominant/Master side or the submissive/slave side. I have come across many wonderful blogs, hit follow on the ones that catch my eye and have thoroughly enjoyed reading many of them. Its not so much about the sex that someone may have had, but the feelings they deal with after a particular event or even before and how they changed after. I also have one or two blogs i follow that have erotic writings in them and i so do enjoy a good story. But my thirst for reading goes beyond that, Sir J recommended a book to read titled Conquer me by Kacie Cunningham and my Master was kind enough to get it for us on kindle. We have many a books on the subject of bdsm, Master and slave, rope bondage etc as well as some books for him that deal with his love for photography, some comedy books as well. I am a very avid reader, whether with fiction, non fiction, fantasy or bdsm. It sometimes drives my Master crazy that i love to read so much. (and the fact that i read fast as well). One of things i love to do is to read to my Master, whether it be a story or self help book, whether its vanilla or bdsm related. And he enjoys hearing my voice. That is one thing i know we will take time out for on a quiet evening, just sitting together as i read to him occassionally. Of course reading silently is different than reading aloud to someone. Where i read fast when reading to myself, i will slow down and make sure that i reiterate the words i am reading aloud. It makes me feel content inside when i am allowed to read to him. Although it will be different when i am actually in front of him, or curled in his arms, or kneeling at his feet, naked and collared, possibly leashed as i hold the book or kindle and read... grins, as opposed to sitting behind a computer and reading to him over the internet. Something tells me that sometimes i may not get through a chapter of the book i am reading, as He may be sitting there doing things to me that distracts my reading, and thats ok, thats what bookmarks are for... giggles.....