Honey's Hive

Missed You

2010-01-30T07:27:00.000-08:00

I have been busy... both kinky and vanilla. I have missed you, my friends. Here is a small sampling of what I have been up to, my newest toy... makes the most delicious marks.

Do You Know What a Pearl Necklace Is?

2009-10-29T07:05:00.000-07:00

This is why you should always make sure to talk to a real woman on the phone. :)

Whirlwind

2009-10-10T07:33:00.000-07:00

I am well and I am naughty. I am now a full time erotic operator (sounds kinkier than phone sex). It is a job I am well suited for and am enjoying now that I get calls on a regular basis. I get a thrill every time my phone rings. And the variety of kinks and desires that are shared with me is so fun. I truly enjoy sharing with these men as they expose their most intimate desires.

I haven't posted much lately simply because my life has been a bit chaotic in this transition time, but will try to be here more to share some of the naughty I have been experiencing.

xoxo Honey

Sugasm #173

2009-09-27T06:32:00.000-07:00

About Sugasm - The Sugasm is an easy way for sex-bloggers to promote their work. Each week participants review their blog and submit their favorite post. We distribute a list of links to all the posts and give our bloggers a chance to vote for their favorites. We publish the results and each blogger re-posts the list to their blog. To see all the Sugasm submissions visit - http://sugasm.com/

I submitted - Let the Rain Come
Which I am so honored to say was given the Editor's Choice pick this week.

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This Week’s Picks

Dressing Room Voyeur
“I caught his gaze this time, on purpose.”

It’s Always the Quiet Ones…
“So grabbing her hips, I pulled her in for a kiss.”

Behind Closed Doors
“Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.”

Sugasm Editor
The Mouse Drama

Editor’s Choice
Let the Rain Come

Sexy Call

2009-09-22T00:33:00.001-07:00

When it is good it is very, very good. He was nice and seemed to really want to share with me. He had a fantasy, but after outlining the basics, he let me run with it. And I so enjoyed running with what he offered to me. And he seemed to very much enjoy it as well.

I do really, really love to hear the passion in a voice. I adore when someone shares with me their desires. I just find it so very sexy and such a turn on. I was quite hot and bothered by the end of the call and really wanted it to go longer. Ahhhh, such are the perils of this chosen career path.

On Being a Salesperson

2009-09-20T12:27:00.000-07:00

So within just a couple days, my day job will be no more. This is a bit scary as I have been doing this job for almost 17 years. But times are difficult and my boss had to make a decision, and I had to make a decision.

So, that means, I need to make a living. What started out as something fun to try, Phone Sex Operator, may soon be my only income. And that means I do have to take it seriously. And sure as poop, as Murphy's Law is sure to predict, the site I joined has gone poofffff... and hasn't been up and running for a week. So I set up doing it independently. The concept certainly works, technically. But the practicality of it is that I am not on a site where the men come looking for me.

And have you seen those sites? One little tiny, silicone filled girl after another. Not that I am judging these 20 year old pretty little things, but shheeeshhh. I am not so entirely convinced those are who people are really talking to. I could be wrong though. Maybe I should snap some pics of my son's girlfriend at the next family dinner and say she is me. Nahhh... that would be a bit creepy. So I am stuck being me. Wait... stuck... hell no, there is nothing wrong with me. I am just not 20, not tiny and not silicone filled. But I just can not believe that is all that a submissive man really wants. Perhaps a strong, confidant woman (i.e. a bit older than young, but younger than old), with real life experience who can listen well and understands and will never judge your kinks?

But, there still remains the finding those who want the service I offer. I know from the numbers of calls that the girls on the site I was on before it crashed were getting there are those out there that want to share, but I do not know how to let them know where I am. I really suck as a salesperson. I have explored a couple chat sites. But just saying hey, call me... couldn't do it. And the minute I said I don't cyber by text, but do offer such a service for a small fee by phone... well sheshhh you would have thought I was killing their bunny rabbit. But maybe I was misrepresenting myself. I am just grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Enough rambling for now. Back to figuring out how to offer a service that I know is desired. I think my main problem is a classic one... location, location, location.

Spanking

2009-09-19T06:22:00.001-07:00

I have said before that I am a sadist. Inflicting pain on a willing and wanting submissive is such a sexy thing. I love that moment of anticipation just before the first strike. My hands stroking back and ass lightly. Maybe a bit of nail scratching down and down slowly. The red trails left behind. Then pulling my hand back and letting it come down hard against them. The sound is so beautiful and if they moan for me it sends me flying.

I like a submissive bent over a bed or arm of a sofa for a spanking. Over the knee is nice too, such an intimate moment. Especially with that hardness pressing against my thigh showing that the desire is strong for the pain they are enduring. Girls can be so fun to spank too, as sometimes they squeal. And if I can get the one I am sharing with to utter, "Oh God... more Miss Honey, please." Well that is always a turn on.

I make toys to use them. Leather and wood against a smooth inner thigh or upturned bottom is exquisite. But using my bare had has often been my favorite. Feeling the tremble under my hand is intoxicating. Pushing their head lower so their bottom curves tighter, so yummy.

I need someone who wants to endure the pain for me. That wants to find the rush of endorphins and that space that allows Ecstasy to mingle with the reality of the pain. Is it too much to ask for? Not to the right person.

Talk to Me....

2009-09-18T00:29:00.000-07:00

So the NiteFlirt thing isn't working. Their site has been down for days. Work is precarious and I thought I might approach this challenge directly. So now, there is a PayPal button up there on top of my posts and directions to contact me via Yahoo chat.

Perhaps I may have the wrong audience though. Maybe the people who read naughty blogs are readers not talkers. But you never know when one of you wants a service I offer. And I see nothing wrong with one, offering a service and two, getting paid for that service.

So, in the interest of advertising let me think a bit about what you might want to talk about.

Boys who really want to serve and don't have anyone to offer themselves to. I can feel you out there reading this right now. Yes, you the one who just wants me to say softly, "Get on your knees and tell me the secrets about what you desire that you thought no one would understand."

How about you, the one who loves to dress up. Does your wife know you sneak into her panty drawer when she isn't home? Well you can tell me. You can even tell me the selection of pretty silk and lace things there and I will help you pick out what to put on.

How about you, the one who craves pain. Go get a wooden spoon, two clothespins, and a rubber band (or some other creative selection of naughty implements) and give me a call. I will let you get all those lovely masochistic needs out and soothe you gently when you can not take any more.

And you, the one that wants to be locked up. You want chastity? I will lock you up. Watch you put the key in a glass of water and into the freezer at my command. And we can talk every day, and you beg and beg and beg to be let out. But I will get to decide when you get to thaw the thing that unlocks you.

Oh, yes... you. Who just wants to talk to someone. Who wants someone to hear that one thing you have always been longing to share. Or who just wants someone to talk to. I am here. I am dominant, but that doesn't mean I have to dominate all the time. I can just listen and tell you my thoughts about anything you want to know.

I will read to you if you like. I enjoy that. You have a favorite kinky story from online and want me to read to you while you sit back, close your eyes and relax. Send me a link and we can share that way too.

And it is Yahoo chat, so if you would like me to watch you that can be arranged. I like to watch, a service I am quite prepared to offer.

Are You Ready...

2009-09-14T19:43:00.000-07:00

I have posted this bit of bum before...

but it is opening game of our season and it against the Raiders...

gotta love a rivalry. Gotta love football... it is a hell of a Monday night.

Mean?

2009-09-12T09:56:00.000-07:00

The guy on chat said. But you seem so nice. I don't understand, I thought all dominants were mean?

Why would I need to be mean?

It has in my experience become abundantly clear those who have figured out they want to offer themselves in a submissive way will come to you willingly. And while many are shy and unsure so you have to make yourself available and may have to encourage them to reach out to you. Speaking gently is so much more effective than the game of calling names and being bitchy. It just isn't me to be mean. Strict... yes, if the situation calls for it. Stern... yes, if the scene needs that intensity. Sadistic... yes, if the one I am sharing with craves the endurance of the pain. But mean, just to be mean. Nope, not me.

A Perfect Pedicure

2009-09-11T11:08:00.000-07:00

It has been a long day and I really want to be pampered. You will do this for me won’t you dear?

Thank you. I knew you would.

First I will sit in the big leather chair in the living room and you will kneel right here by my feet.

Slip one shoe off of me, and then the other. Oh, that feels so good after a long day at work. The patent leather heels are warm from me wearing them all day. You can smell the leather. Go ahead stick your nose in and take a deep breath, you know you want to, don’t be shy around me. Leather and woman is such a lovely combination.

Ok, that is enough. This is about me and there is more to do.

Reach up under my skirt and undo the garters on my black silk stockings, slowly now, this should always be a sensuous thing. Feel how warm my thighs are above the smooth cool silk. One, two, three, four little clasp hold up the delicate stockings topped with lace. Do each one carefully. Now, pull the stockings from me. Slowly, so slow it gives me goose bumps feeling the silk slide from my legs. Oh… that is so nice.

Now, go get the foot bath and fill it with warm water, pour in the bath salts and a little scented oil. I do love vanilla, or roses, either will do tonight. Test the water first, not too hot, not too cold. That’s a good boy, you look after me so well. Gather up the other essentials, the buffer for my heels, polish remover, clippers and files for my nails, lotions for my legs, warm towels and a pretty new color of polish. Oh, and do bring me a glass of wine.

That is lovely.

Ease my feet into the water. Take a cloth and gently wash them. Now one at a time put them on the towel that is across your lap. Remove the old polish, trim and file my nails just perfectly, you know how I like them, rounded gently. Now, rub the buffer across the soles, my heels and the balls of my feet and then it is time for the lotion.

I so enjoy this part. Your strong hands rubbing from my toes all the way up my calves. Take your time. That is it, Oh god that feels so good. One foot is resting in your lap and I can feel you getting hard just there under my toes. The other foot is in your hands. Bliss.

I wiggle the toes in your lap and you sigh. You rub the arch of my foot in your hand and I sigh. Oh, so nice.

Now dear my feet are lovely clean and pampered and almost ready for polish, but they do need just a bit more attention before you paint them to perfection. Lift my foot to your mouth and slowly take one toe at a time and show me how much you adore what I offer to you. Suck and lick and kiss each toe gently. I will press just a little harder with my other foot there between your legs and you will push against me as you continue to lick and suck. I will laugh a bit as you nip gently at my arch and rub your check again the ball of foot. Then you will switch feet and we will begin this lovely pampering, licking, sucking again.

Oh… but I think you should pull your pants down and show me what has been straining against my foot there in your lap. There you go. So nice. And my feet still soft and slick with lotion. Put both my feet in your lap. Put some more of that rose scented lotion there on your hard cock between my arches. Hush now… my turn to pamper you… see doesn’t that feel good my feet on either side of your hard cock?

Oh… it feels so good to me. I love when you give me this kind of control. You there on your knees, your eyes closed, your cock hard between my soft feet. Oh, baby, yes… move your hips for me… slide your cock in-between that valley where my arches come together. That is it… oh, I can feel you getting closer I love the way you moan my name.

Please Miss Honey, please I need to cum. Oh, god please.

And I press my feet tighter around your swollen cock. I feel you tremble beneath me, so beautiful as you give it all to me.

Oh, god please… you offer again… as I say simply… yes… cum for me.

And you do, gasping, crying, shaking with the release… oh… that is my boy… so sexy when you do it just as I like. And cumming all over my pretty toes, well now, you will need to clean that all up so that we can finish. Go on now… bend your head down and lick my toes clean. Oh… I do adore this part, shows me just how much you care.

Finish up now, I still need the polish on so we can go out tonight.

You were such a very, very good boy. Thank you dear, for the perfect pedicure.

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If you would like to expand on this story experience and hear me read it.

It is available at NiteFlirt as a recorded listing. Just click on the link below.

And your first three minutes are free,

so if that is all you want to listen, my feelings won't be too hurt. ;)

HNT - Feeling Blue

2009-09-10T06:06:00.000-07:00

Practice Makes Me Hot

2009-09-09T17:43:00.000-07:00

So I left my day job and started my night job today.

But on the way home I thought I would practice a bit. Called Hubby like I do everyday to say I was leaving work and on my way home. But about three minutes into the conversation I switched on Miss Honey.

"So, what is your fantasy?"

He laughed. Like, laughed out loud. And then informed me I knew all his fantasies and was most of them. I don't think he quite understood the direction I expected the conversation to go.

"I need practice. I am going to be talking to men about their desires. Could you go along to get along dearest?"

Then he laughed again. Though it seemed to be more of a nervous laugh.

"Hello what would you like to share with me today?"

Then the bastard threw me a line that made me laugh. In his best pervy voice he asked, "So, what are you wearing?"

Sigghhhh... this wasn't going as planned. But I persevered and answered his question. Then started asking him a few of my own. And he started getting into it rather than just being a silly goof-ball. By the end of the fifteen minute conversation. We had both gotten into the fun and erotic aspect of talking dirty. He said to me at the end, "Wow... you are sexy on the phone."

I think I will take that as a compliment. :)

So if you are interested in being my first call... just click there on that little icon below... I probably won't even hang up if you ask me what I am wearing.

The New Boy

2009-09-08T07:43:00.000-07:00

He was curious. Brought to the party with a friend. You could feel from him desire and trepidation at the same time. I unzipped my toy bag and he was like a moth to a flame as I pulled out a few items.

"What is that?"

"What do you do with that?"

"Which one of those hurts more?"

And I answered all his questions, as they tumbled from him. And I smiled and allowed his curiosity to be sated with just my words. Somehow my sadistic reputation has grown and he seemed genuinely to fear me when the questions first began, but my smile and real answers seem to soothe those fears. And then he mingled, seeing some of the scenes that had begun.

One girl was getting her breasts bound. Lovely rope harness that left her sensitive to every touch. One boy straddled the spanking bench while his Daddy (used in the Dominant sense) took a flogger to his back. One girl stood bound on the cross, leather cuffs clipped to chains as a cane made welts from thigh upward. He watched this, I watched him for a while watching this. There is such a powerful thing watching someone take all this that is new and erotic in. Absorbing it all, understanding that no one at the party is judging anyone for sharing what they desire. Seeing that after the pain, or the pleasure those two people snuggle on the couch or kiss there in the corner making sure both are pleased with what just occurred.

Later after I had shared with the sweet but entirely masochistic girl who I so enjoy. After I had hurt her just the way she and I enjoy I moved into the other room and he stood there offering to me that he liked watching.

"Would you like to do more than watch?"

His head bowed just a bit, his eyes looked up at me and in just a whisper he said, "Yes, please."

I lead him to the spanking bench in the other room. It sat where the dining table usually was. The room was open to the living room and about six or seven people sat on the couch casually watching. He asked for a blindfold as he climbed onto the bench and one was slipped over his eyes. I whispered soft words into his ear, then began.

Forty-five minutes later he moaned so nicely as I again whispered in his ear letting him know we were done. I was honored to be his first.

Grrrrr etc...

2009-09-07T18:57:00.000-07:00

Still waiting for NiteFlirt to approve my profile so I can begin this new journey. I wonder if the issue is I am just not naughty enough. Maybe I am too naughty. Maybe I need to use another word other than naughty. Perhaps kinky, dirty, slutty... no, sorry, like naughty.

So I wait, wait to talk dirty, kinky, naughty... more than that I will talk without judgement. It is what I bring to the table. I open myself up to those who feel they may not be understood in their own everyday life and offer acceptance. I can not read a mind, but I can tell when you have something you need to share. That secret that you are scared to expose, perhaps you will offer it to me. I think we all need to be accepted for what we desire. I believe that there is no wrong in wanting something outside the "norm." My only frustration is that NiteFlirt does have a list of things they won't let me discuss. Sighhhhh.

While this statement seems reasonable, "Niteflirt specifically prohibits any listings, mail or conversations that contain content related to bestiality, rape sex, incest, sex with graphic violence or degradation, excretory functions, bodily fluids, fisting and any other content which may be judged as obscene." Well... yes, but... you can't call me Mommy. You can't talk about bodily fluids, that cuts out a bit of fetish. Graphic violence or degradation, that is a bit vague and since I like to hurt not sure what exactly I am allowed there. But that last bit... about other content which may be judged as obscene... well hell, my grandma thinks french kissing is obscene, so grrrrr and etc.

I do look forward to this, just don't care for the waiting.

Let the Rain Come

2009-09-07T06:53:00.000-07:00

Dark and quiet in the very early morning. The world is still around me. He breathes softly next to me. I reach my hand to him, feeling his warmth. He sighs a little as I stroke the skin of his back, from neck to waist. I turn to him and fit my hips against the curve of him, thigh against thigh, knee tucked in tight. Then with just a whisper I hear the rain begin.

It is so soft at first against the roof. We two are all alone in the small trailer here in the mountains. There is a darkness that is velvet and inky, it surrounds us. So seldom do we experience this much dark at home in the city. Little by little the rain grows. Little by little I stroke his skin harder and more. Down his side, then I reach around and stroke his chest, the pads of my fingers soft at first then I curve my fingers and let my nails drag a bit, then a bit harder down lower and lower. His sigh is deeper now. The rain falls harder now. He turns to me, kisses me full on the mouth, his hand running down my side.

"Will you stand with me outside in the rain?"

And so we slip on shoes but nothing else. And the rain falls through the canopy of the trees, huge oaks gather it on their palm shaped leaves and when it is too heavy to hold any longer they let spill down to the waiting earth. We step away from the doorway, away from the one small light on in the trailer that casts a soft glow out into the deep darkness. We stand together, warm naked bodies pressed chest to chest, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. And the rain is soft on our skin, our hair, our faces. We stand together and each turn our faces up to the falling rain. He stretches his hands up and out. I take my hands and touch him, feel him. From chest, to shoulder. Strong muscles pulled taut as he holds the pose. His hips press against me harder. His sex swells and I feel it against mine. My hands continue out along the plane of his outstretched arms until my hands reach his, my fingers curl against his palms. My face I press against his chest, that too now wet with the softly falling rain. Our skin where pressed together is hot, our skin where the rain has made us slick and wet is cool.

He curls his arms down and around me, his hands run down my rain wet back and lower still until he cups my ass pulling my hips even tighter to his swollen cock.

I kiss his lips again, open my mouth easily to him and taste this man I know with everything I am.

"Take me inside and make love to me."

Talk to Me...

2009-09-04T03:43:00.000-07:00

You know one thing that makes me happy? I love to get to know kinky, naughty people. I so enjoy fantasies, and sharing in erotic ways. It is one of the main reasons I love to blog, because I so enjoy the interaction with the wonderful variety of people who are exploring their sensuality.

You know one thing that stresses me? Money issues.

And so in the interest of less stress and more happy I have made a decision. I will begin a new journey of discovery and exploration and offer my honeyed self to those who have a desire to talk to me. Yes, and I will be doing it for... gassssppppp... money.

I feel I have a valuable skill to offer to those looking for such a service. Wait, that sentence seemed to be wanting to justify my decision, and I don't need to do that to you who care about me and understand this is a well thought out decision do I? Oh, probably as I am as human and vulnerable to the slings and arrows of condemnation as the next kinky person. Well, let me be honest. Overcoming the perceived social stigma of offering to talk about sex and getting paid to do so has not been an easy decision. Isn't it funny where we draw the lines some days?

If there is one skill I bring to the table... errrr... phone... it is that I don't judge. You like to wear panties, I will help you pick out the best style to cover your cute cock. You want to be spanked, I will send you to the kitchen to grab a wooden spoon while I wait. Oh, you want something naughtier, well talk to me, let's explore your desire to roll around in lime jello while I quote the balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet. (Googling Shakespeare to get the balcony scene from R&J.)

So where did I draw the line in this decision?

Pros

Talking naughty is something I enjoy.
Getting paid to do something I enjoy seems a nice idea.
The economy isn't great and extra $ in the bank is always a good thing.
I like people and getting to know them on an intimate level has always intrigued me.

Cons

Time, time, time... let's be honest sitting waiting for the phone to ring can be boring. God I hope I don't have to wait long.
Marketing... having to sell a product that is me is a bit daunting.
Jerks... in researching this decision, this has me the most concerned. Talking to people I just don't like may be a challenge, and a guy who wants 2 minutes just to jerk off... sighhh.
Day Job... yes, I still have one. So that means two jobs and one that will require late nights.

So I am, as I often do, diving into the deep end and seeing if I will sink or do a lovely back stroke (breast stroke?). I have signed up at NiteFlirt.com and will in just a day or two have a button here for you (any you that wants to) give me a call. My final decision was made like this. I enjoy talking dirty for free, there are people who want to pay for that service, seems like a win/win to me. And if nothing else, it should make for some interesting blog posts.

A Few of My Toys

2009-08-31T20:49:00.000-07:00

My new cute bag and a pile of play toys.

Some are gifts, some made, some bought, some inherited...

all have a purposed... see anything you want to try?

Well Gloved

2009-08-21T07:52:00.000-07:00

As much as I do admire some there on my sidebar who are able to live a D/s lifestyle 24/7 with their partners it is not my life. My husband is kinky, naughty, fun, wonderful... but not my submissive. He will serve me out of care and love, but not in a submissive way. We may enjoy a bit of bondage, the occasional spanking and he is always willing to let me test my new toys on his cute ass, but has no real concept of sub space, will never be into humiliation play, or any of the more edgy stuff I may want to experience. Our life daily is loving, caring and primarily vanilla with a bit of a caramel swirl and a few candy sprinkles (to abuse the metaphor to its sweetest).

So when I moved from just sharing with people online to real life that, as you can imagine, was a major transition for both of us.

When I first began exploring all that I might desire it started with erotica, reading and writing. Then I joined a website where you chatted with people. Didn't really love that as it all seemed about cyber sex and that just didn't do much for me. So I found another site where I would post tasks for submissives who were also part of the site to do and report on. I found this interaction stimulating and certainly inspiring. The give and take, the exchange was significant. Some were disappointing, but many people and experiences I shared with in this way were wonderful. It was about this time that I began this blog.

In sharing at the tasking site I did make some real and wonderful friends and with several I began interacting via IM. This led to four significant online D/s relationships. And if you are so inclined you can go back and read some of my older posts and see the structure of them. Although I do have to say, I do not kiss and tell all of what I share. I tend to tease you a bit with this and that. Writing often in third person that allows a bit of the fantasy aspect of these posts to twist around you as you read. As is true often with any relationship there is always change, and online is no different. Some of these relationships have ended, some have transformed, but all were wonderful for what they were, when they were.

But these relationship, the exchanges, the emotions, the passion were and are very real. This is just not the exchange of fantasy, but submission in a real and tangible way. The Internet as it has evolved has allowed for all new ways to communicate and share. With IM chat, with cameras, with voice chat, emailed instructions, online journaling. You can touch a mind in so many sexy ways. And my directions being executed even thousands of miles away is still a powerful erotic thing. The submission I am offered, the pain that is endured, the sharing of desires... all of it is wonderful.

But I always knew I wanted more. And Hubby and I up to that point had discussed and shared all of this. And one day someone pointed me to a social networking website FetLife . And I dove in deep into that pool. And it was only a matter of a couple months before someone posted about having a group get together (also called a munch) local. And deeper I dove, dragging my very good natured Hubby along with me. And the surprise of that first meeting... these were nice people. Only four of us at that first meeting. But we sat in the small local bar and shared stories and experiences (or in my case lack of experiences) and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. And after that, meeting more people. And then more. And then, actual play with people who had a wealth of experience and willingness to share. And friendships and more friendships and all sorts of naughty, floggers and whips, paddles and canes, electricity, foot worship, spanking benches and crosses, clubs and private homes, and the wax, and the needles. I have tried and experienced and gone with flow whatever that might be. Each step of the way, Hubby and I talk. We decided what will be okay for us and for our marriage.

Many of you may find this hard to believe, but somehow he is more comfortable with me sharing with a female rather than a male. Gloves, that is where we are at now with the whole sharing with a boy issue. If I am going to play with a boy, and I am, have, will, do, Hubby has asked that I wear gloves. This is a symbolic gesture that I can certainly comply with, the theory being that my hands should only touch him. Some reason the gloves aren't necessary when I stroke a girl's pretty ass. Oh, and no penetrative sex with a male... either way, giving or receiving. That is another one that he has asked of me. And I will respect that request.

It is forever evolving and such an interesting time in our lives. While Hubby isn't always the most talkative man, he will share his feelings with me honestly. Our communication is always honest and open. And what he does say, I listen to. That is so vitally important in any relationship, but when exploring outside the "norm" the need does seem to grow exponentially.

Do I want more? Well sure, I am greedy and dominant. I read some of the blogs and feel acute envy at not being able to have a submissive in all the ways I desire. But, having a happy, healthy relationship with Hubby is more important than anything else. We all make compromises. I am honest with those I do share in a BDSM way with about the limitations I have and on what I can offer. We all make choices, and I allow anyone I might play with, have a relationship with know exactly what their choices are with me.

And so, this Saturday, I will wear gloves when spanking his cute ass.

On my way...

2009-08-15T14:18:00.000-07:00

All ready for today's play party. Unfortunately the boy who was supposed to meet me had an unavoidable issue and won't be able to make it. Well no huge worries there as there are several friends going to be there and plenty of willing submissives to play with. My toy bag is all packed with the new toys I have made the last couple weeks. Am looking forward to using them and seeing how they can cause a few moans.

See you all soon.

Purply Pedicure

2009-08-12T21:11:00.000-07:00

Now that is a party...

2009-08-09T21:49:00.000-07:00

Had a fantastic time at the Piercing Party.

15 nipples, 1 guiche, 1 belly button, 1 hood, 4 ears and 1 tattoo

The tattoo was mine. Added a little Honey Bee to my ankle tattoo.

Yes, I considered another hole in my ear, but decided on this instead.

And no, didn't consider for a moment putting holes in my nipples... hell no, no way, NO!

Sadism

2009-08-09T08:22:00.000-07:00

Pronunciation: \ˈsā-ˌdi-zəm, ˈsa-\
Function: noun
Etymology: International Scientific Vocabulary, from Marquis de Sade
Date: 1888
1 : a sexual perversion in which gratification is obtained by the infliction of physical or mental pain on others (as on a love object) — compare masochism
2 a : delight in cruelty b : excessive cruelty

I am a sadist.

But I would say my desires are probably defined by definition 2a. It is that I delight in the exchange, the enduring of what I might offer to a submissive who desires the pain I want to inflict. It is not simply beating on someone for the sake of the act. But rather the give and take of it all.

Hubby likes a little smack now and then. But gentle caresses in-between. I can do that. And once warmed up, he likes it just a little harder. Maybe just a pretty pink on that cute ass of his. And if I do it just right, he gets very revved up and very in the mood for anything else I have in mind. Well anything else as long as it is sex. So a bit of pain, can be a bit of foreplay for us.

I share with others when the opportunity arises. I have no committed submissive who lives close to me (not that I am not looking). But have a wonderful group of kinky, naughty friends and their tastes and needs and wants range from mild to excessively wild when it comes to pain. The pretty girl with the pink hair in earlier posts... she wears me out. I can not give her enough. But while we play she moans and cries out so beautifully. The boy I shared with recently was gorgeous under my hand and paddle. To see proof that what I was doing was what he desired, yes I am talking about a lovely hard on, was so very sexy.

I like to make toys to use. It is wonderfully fun to get creative and know the work I put into something leather or wood will bring a unique pleasure to me and that one who offers their body to me. But they offer more, they give me their mind as well. The exchange is nothing without that.

But no matter the tool in my hand, or even better often my own bare hand skimming across soft, supple, willing skin, it is the exchange, the give and take of desire and longing, that brings me delight as I offer my cruelty.

Hearts

2009-08-08T16:35:00.000-07:00

It has a heart... how could it hurt you? :)

White leather and chocolate brown leather slapper.

The Octopus

2009-08-07T18:39:00.000-07:00

New flogger... stiff and supple leather combined,

each of the eight strands twisted on itself for added... bite and sting.

Hubby said after just a few swings. Okay, that is enough. Can't wait

to bring to the play party on the 15th and use on one of those boys who really like the pain.

How Many Holes Does it Take?

2009-08-07T18:07:00.000-07:00

The thing about being involved in a community of really kinky people is some of the most interesting things seem to happen. One friend says... I want to get my nipples pierced. Then another says... Oh, I wanted to do that too. And now... look at the list...

pebbles: 2 nipples
Defy Gravity: 2 nipples
butterfly: 1 nipple, 1 belly button, 1 clitoral hood
Miss Michele's boy: 1 guiche
Miss Honey: 1 ear
Humanbeing: 2 nipples
Miss Michele: 1 belly button
Sage: stretching 2 nipples to 8G
mysticalshan: 2 nipples
A possible SashaL: unknown piercing
SAMmybear: 2 ears
MrMental: 2 ears
Livingdeadgirl: 1 belly button
Possible friend of Sage: 2 nipples
An accouterment of onlookers

So at 4 pm on Sunday I will be at the Corona Tattoo & Piercing Parlor with this wild and wonderful group. And after we are heading to a bar to toast all the new holes in the world. Yes, and that is my name there with just one little ear piercing. But I am in charge of holding hands and taking pictures. :) Should be a fun day.

New Cuffs

2009-08-04T21:00:00.000-07:00

A new set of cuffs I made tonight to add to my toy bag.

You never know when you will need to restrain someone.

I Want

2009-08-04T07:51:00.001-07:00

I want to fuck you. Yes, a bold and direct statement certainly. But tonight is for what I want. You offered that. You said, anything. And I want to fuck you. I want you spread and bound. I want to run my nails across your skin and leave marks there that you will feel tomorrow.

I want to use you. I want my pleasure to be the only thing that really matters. Oh, I am fairly certain when all is said and done you will release that pent up need that is deep inside. You will moan and cry out. But not before I have had my fill. Not before I am satiated, not before me.

No, we are not going to do it that way. You said, anything. And look what I brought. Now, now…. shhhhhh… hush now. You are already tied, you can struggle all you want. This is the anything I want. No, don’t look away. Look at me as I get ready to take what I want. And I do so want this. I want to fuck you. I promise you will be safe with me. Yes, that is a good boy. Look here at how it fits so nicely. Yes, look you are excited about the possibility. I knew you would be. And so am I.

Kiss me. That is it. Give me your mouth. Let me taste you. Shhhhhhh, just kiss me. I promise, I will go very, very slowly. Before I am done you will be begging me for what you are afraid of. Yes, your tongue is so sweet there on my lips. I know you want to touch me. I can see you straining at the ropes. But you are just going to have to feel me touching you. Teasing you. Biting you. Licking, sucking, fucking you. No, keep your eyes open, the lights are staying on. You are going to be aware of everything.

Yes, you are a very good boy. And I want to fuck you. May I?

But Where Are the Naked Women?

2009-08-03T07:50:00.000-07:00

So we are up at my parent's house in Vanillaville this weekend. It was a lovely relaxing weekend. They live in the mountains and it was cool and pretty and I did a whole lot of not a whole lot.

But there was a funny moment that I thought I might share with you. Not really kinky... but it did involve being naked, sort of. So I am outside reading in the sunshine and I hear from inside the house my dad say, "What the hell. No one is naked." He is clearly unhappy. I set my book down and get up to see what is the problem inside. There is my dad sitting in his easy chair watching TV.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"There are no naked women at all on this program," he states clearly unhappy. I turn to the TV and start to giggle. It was a special, a live concert recorded somewhere in the world.

My father declared if there weren't actually bare naked ladies in the band they should not be able to call themselves that. I just laughed and agreed, sometimes that is best with a man unhappy that he isn't looking at naked women, but rather a group of canadian singers.

49,900... Who Are You?

2009-08-01T06:54:00.000-07:00

http://misshoney-honeyshive.blogspot.com/

Number of hits since 06/15/2008: 49900

I get these little emails from my blog counter daily. This one startled me. 49900... that means 50,000 is right around tomorrow's corner. So... who are you?? ... come on now... if you have visited more than twice post a quick hello for me. I would really love to know who is stopping by and visiting.

Summer Sports

2009-07-31T04:53:00.000-07:00

Minor league baseball, warm summer night, peanuts and I am a happy girl.

Hey, I am not kinky all the time... ok, I did think the catcher would look cute in

only the protective gear and that would be an interesting scene trying to play around it all.

Full Picture of Me

2009-07-30T18:43:00.000-07:00

I thought it has been enough time that I can trust you all.

So here is a picture of me, face and all. Like my new single-tail?

You know what is scary is that hubby says it looks a lot like me.

(http://www.sp-studio.de/)

Laid

2009-07-28T04:53:00.000-07:00

Love some of the lines in this song.

Saturday Night

2009-07-26T17:03:00.000-07:00

So Saturday night was a very fun evening. Got an invite to a friend's spanking party. For those who have never been to or heard of a spanking party... well it is just what you would think. A group of people who like to spank. Spankees and Spankers getting together for a bit of naughty fun.

And I had quite a bit of naughty fun and did quite a bit of spanking. And just a little bit of biting and rubbing and teasing. The two girls above both rode with hubby and me to the party. And they both offered up their cute bottoms to my bag of tricks, paddles and crops, and floggers OH my. Though to be honest I really, really prefer to use my bare hand for spanking.

This is the other bottom, this wonderful boy new to my hand was perfectly exquisite in taking all I had to give him. I loved watching the color of red spread across his ass as he moaned. I also liked the taste of a bared shoulder, I only took a couple nibbles. I do look forward to sharing again with him sooner rather than later.

Hubby also had fun and is growing if not in his dominance, definitely in his kinkiness. Doesn't hurt the two girls who came with us like him to tease and play... they call him BigDaddy. I just smile back at him as he has a good time.

The only issue I had was after spanking three cute bottoms my hand was a bit swollen and sore. But such are the sacrifices I am willing to endure for their... ummmm... pleasure. A bit of ice in a bag and later a massage seemed to help immensely.

Fourth Friday

2009-07-25T07:28:00.000-07:00

She really was.

See the thing about our Fourth Friday munch is that they gave us the private banquet room. And Sarah somehow ended up with my toes in her mouth again. She is very good at this.

Hubby was delightfully bad. Got sent to the corner.

What...

2009-07-23T21:21:00.000-07:00

... do you think he has to say about it all?

Creativity

2009-07-09T14:01:00.000-07:00

So this is max's adventure. He is quite the creative slut.

First the afternoon was started off with a good cleaning

of the hole a slut like him needs to use to please me.

Yes, the bag was nice and full... but it is okay, he asked me so nicely for this.

Just breath and relax... I said... you will be just fine.

Then a few clothespins in a very tender spot.

Three on each of those freshly shaved balls.

Ahhhh... then the really creative part... this is his newly designed sex toy.

A condom and max was all rady to get fucked, or rather to fuck himself on it.

And in the end max begged me to finish, and I was very generous

because he was quite a good boy... even cleaned up the mess he made.

Well That Was Fun

2009-07-02T06:02:00.000-07:00

Some girls give the best pedicures.

And hubby needs to watch out for metal bits. Might chip a tooth.

An impromptu dinner party.
Things got fun and interesting,
luckily we all (there were seven of us
having a good time)
were upstairs in the restaurant.

Questions to Ask...

2009-06-27T11:46:00.000-07:00

A few self imposed questions to ask myself after last night's very fun munch.

Did I really need the fourth glass of wine?

Was the fifth glass of wine an even worse choice?

Why is my thumb still numb after I let Dove bite me?

Was signing my credit card slip Miss Honey the best idea?

Was leaving the card for the Gang Bang party that someone handed me in with my credit card slip an even worse choice?

Do I now have a long blond hair fetish or is it just a girl petting fetish? But I mean come on, she had very pretty hair and she nearly purred when she got pet.

Why do my feet smell like grapefruit? Oh, wait, I know the answer to that one. Mmmmm... foot massage by a sweet girl. :) Nice they gave us the private room at the restaurant.

Did we entirely scare the new boy who asked... what's a flogger?

Good Morning

2009-06-17T05:03:00.000-07:00

He stood at the bathroom mirror, shaving cream on his cheeks, razor slowly scraping it off in long deliberate strokes. Steam rose up from the water in the sink. I walked up behind him, wound my arms around his torso. I leaned against his back and breathed in the scent of him. Hot, wet, man. I ran my hands down his chest while pulling him tighter to me. The curves of him fitting against the curves of me. My hand moved lower now to the soft curls there just above and as I tugged at them gently I nipped at his shoulder. Then lower still to that which now grew hard and harder still.

And the steam rose up from the water in the sink and the clean fresh scent of the shaving cream tickled at my sense of smell and the curves fit to curves as I wound my way around to the front and he lifted me up to the counter. He leaned in then to me and wrapped me up with wet hands and his wet face touched mine as the kiss took my breath away as with aching ease he slipped inside. One hand on his shoulder, nails scoring deeper than they should and one hand behind me against the mirror, legs wrapped round.

And the steam rose up from the water in the sink, and the smell of fresh, clean, hot, wet man was intoxicating.

Shall We Dance....

2009-06-14T00:01:00.001-07:00

Wedding Present

2009-06-13T06:52:00.000-07:00

Painted for a young couple about to get married.

Yes, that is the bride.

It is so nice to know such kinky people.

Makes getting creative so much fun.

MFM - Touched by Sunlight

2009-05-25T23:30:00.000-07:00

She sat still and quiet on the impossibly hard pew. She could feel each of the five welts that cut across her skin from thigh to the curve of her buttocks. She arched just a little trying to find relief for the white hot burning that simply sitting was causing. That he made her come to church this morning and sit for these hours was a punishment worse than the initial beating with the hickory cane. Ezra stood in front of the congregation preaching of wickedness, the damnations of purgatory and the fires of hell. She thought then that perhaps she was already in purgatory as she shifted slightly and felt the burning start anew.

She was alone on the small pew. Ezra did not allow others near her unless he was standing guard. He did not want anyone influencing her with their weak or wicked morals. Speaking to that man in the mercantile while Ezra ordered new hymnals had earned her the burning welts. So she suffered alone and in silence as his voice filled her with shame and dread. Then he said from there beneath the stained glass in front of the church for them all to kneel in prayer. She was relieved to shift from the hard bench, but dreaded the time she would now spend on her knees. Ezra's prayers for their souls could take so very long.

Her head was bowed, her hands clenched in a tight ball in front of her, her knees now hurt more than those lines raised across her backside. She rocked forward to try and find relief and pressed against the low back of the pew in front of her, pressing her hands against her most wicked of places, as he called it that first night. Her eyes flew open at this. What was that feeling that was suddenly stronger than the pain in her knees or the pain in her bottom? She rocked again back towards her heals and then pushed forward and pressed her thighs, her belly and her clenched in a ball hands tight against her. Her eyes fluttered a bit. Ezra droned on and on about evil and torments of the soul. Her breath came a little faster, she rocked again pressing her bottom against the back edge of the pew behind her, feeling the pain there as the welts from Ezra's beating radiated a warmth that seemed to grow and grow, and then forward again feeling the pain in her knees that seemed to flow up into her thighs in a way that was somehow was and was not pain anymore. And then pressed again against that seat back in front of her. She took one more ragged breath before holding it. She looked up above the pulpit, above Ezra, to the top of the stained glass window and in that moment a single shaft of sunlight shown down through a beautiful pane of rose colored glass, down past all of Ezra's words of evil and wrong and lit her face, and she shuddered and cried out.

Minister Samuel looked down from the pulpit at his beautiful, young wife, her head again bowed, hanging low, the sunlight haloing her exceptional pureness. Her cry of Hallelujah at the exact right place in his prayer had pleased him. Perhaps she was not as evil as he had first feared.

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Written for MicroFantasy Monday at the Sweltering Celt.

Waxed

2009-05-22T04:51:00.000-07:00

She was the third girl on the table at the party.

A large blue tarp had been laid on the floor of the den. The table from the patio the boys had maneuvered into the house and onto the tarp. The thick red vinyl sheet was put on top of the table. Several of the sub girls were very busy in the kitchen melting candles and paraffin and crayons. It looked a bit like a mad scientists laboratory as they had numerous pots on the stove, double boiler style and the microwave sizzling. Stirring up colored concoctions and giggling a bit maniacally. Let me just say, sub girls who get to torture and tease their fellow sub girls can be more evil and devious than any dominant.

Wax play is an interesting combination of sensual, pain, pleasure, tease, erotic... and about half a dozen other descriptions during the act. The sounds of both pain and pleasure co-mingle in very enticing ways. Three girls stripped down there in the den and climbed up on the table one at a time and allowed just about everyone to have a bit of erotic fun with their eager and willing bodies.

Yes, that is me in the pink polka-dot apron. I had on a pretty white blouse and believe me colored wax was getting everywhere. I rather liked the juxtaposition of the sweet-cute apron and my evil intentions while pouring the wax on the girl. Oh, and we would have loved to torture and tease a boy, but somehow couldn't convince one to jump up on the table.

I think perhaps it was the removing the wax that was nearly more intoxicating than dripping it on. Well, it may be a tie... that moment when she cried out as an entire ladle full was splashed onto bare pussy was quite exquisite. But in stripping the wax from naked bodies there was a connection, a touch, a tug, a pull and that was lovely. Running my nails down a thigh covered in blue and red wax, watching as the wax pulled away and pink flesh was again exposed was intoxicating.

It was a pleasure of a party. There was an energy in the room that was infectious. A sense of naughty fun that got hearts racing, people laughed and moan, people smiled and gasped. That was all so wonderful. I do so adore all my friends, especially each one of those three girls who jumped up on the table.

New paint...

2009-05-19T22:15:00.000-07:00

Work has been busy, life has been busy.

But... gotta stop once in a while for a luxury you enjoy.

Butt for a Friend

2009-05-12T21:26:00.000-07:00

Snakey Charm

2009-05-08T08:06:00.000-07:00

An interesting accessory for today's outfit.

HNT - Cowgirl

2009-05-06T21:43:00.000-07:00

Back and happy to be a little Half Nekkid for this Thursday. I put my favorite pair of boots on (though not as worn as Sage's thought he might like them) and then as you can see Hubby was a sweet man who took them off for me.

Gonna Have to Wait... She Needs Me

2009-05-06T18:47:00.000-07:00

This is a song by the band Elbow. I have listened to the album all the way through a few times now and love it. But I was singing along with this song on the way home tonight and thought it was wonderfully sexy. I would say it is has a nice kinky take on how we see our relationship.

Audience With the Pope

Sweet Jesus I'm on fire
She has the sweetest, darkest side
And when it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn't hold me
But god I'm easy bruised
But so often a moth to her flame
And the things that she's asked me to do
Would see a senior saint
forgetting his name

I have an audience with the pope
And I'm saving the world at 8
But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me
Everybody's gonna have to wait

Where could she be?
Was that a minute or an hour?
Where could she be?
She turns the hours into days.

Kill me phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring

Where could she be?
No she won't come running
Where could she be?
The world is turning at her pace.

Kill me phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring

I have an audience with the pope
And I'm saving the world at 8
But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me
Everybody's gonna have to wait

Fact or Fiction?

2009-05-05T14:11:00.000-07:00

I have been told it is difficult on some of my posts to tell if I am writing fiction or non-fiction. I took that comment as a compliment assuming some of my fiction rings true enough to feel real and some of my factual real life pieces are poetic enough to make you wonder if I am making it up. I rather like the mystery of all of that.

I don't feel a burning need to clear up any confusion about any posts unless specifically asked. If you enjoy reading it, sometimes you don't really need to know where the source came from, my mind or my life (or a combination thereof). I will not lie to you if you want to ask a question about anything. If you want to know if I did something or shared something with someone in real life, just ask.

But there was a recent post that was special to me and I wanted to share with you this photo that should make any question about the fact or fiction of it clear for you. The post was... Opened the Box ... and everytime he puts those cuffs on for me I am pleased.

On the Cross

2009-05-05T08:29:00.000-07:00

"Please, Miss Honey," she cried out.

I did not know if she was begging for me to stop or pleading for more. My hand stung. I had used it against her back, her ass, her tender thighs. There were ten different paddles in the room but I didn't want to use any of them. I wanted her to feel my skin against her skin. I wanted to feel her tremble under my hand.

All evening I had watched others play. This one was spanked, that one knelt, some shared in the extreme, some just teasing play. I had enjoyed it all, watching, commenting, talking to these my naughtiest of friends. I could have played a bit with the others there. A smack here, a pinch there. But really I wanted her. It had been too long. I wanted intense and real and I wanted it sexual and sensual and as I said, I wanted her.

It was warm in the room, for the moment we were alone, though throughout it all others had come and watched quietly. I pushed up against her body. I could feel her breathing hard, ragged. I knew she had already been through so much this evening. She had taken all 42 of her Master's birthday spankings. She had been cut by him, a beautiful design with a scalpel, not to mention all day preparing for the party. I knew she was tired and sore and yet when she began to cry out, "Please, Miss Honey." I wanted more from her.

I pulled her hair and pulled her mouth to mine. "Kiss me." I nearly growled the words against her lips. I wanted to take this kiss from her lips. I leaned down bit at her, neck and then shoulder. I stepped back. Pushed my hand between her legs. She was aroused, she was wet. She rocked against me there as I pushed against her pussy. The tiny moans she offered then drove me to distraction. I wanted to hurt her and pleasure her at the same time. I pulled hard at her nipples and she screamed. I turned her pretty soft inner thighs hot pink. Again and again she called out my name.

I paused looking at her face. "Let go baby, cry for me." And she did. The tears fell down her face in a most beautiful way. I kissed her again then, tasting those salty tears on her skin. It was exquisite. "I am going to offer you just one more. Are you ready." She just nodded and I drew my hand back, I had hit her only moments ago on her pretty pussy. Her thighs were red, her breasts I knew hurt, and yet I couldn't help myself I wanted her to ache just a little more for me. I let my hand strike against her soft skin and pulled her to me in almost the same moment. I helped her from the cross and held her tight to me. She cried for a while longer and I let her. I adored her for all she gave to me with those tears.

And she offered me one more gift as we both calmed down and hearts that were racing slowed to normal again. A simple, "Thank you" was the gift from her in that moment I will treasure always.

Chastity

2009-05-02T13:25:00.000-07:00

He is in chastity simply because it pleases me. Well that is not entirely true. It pleases me because it turns him on to offer to me that control and him being turned on is a turn on to me and him giving me control is a turn on and him saying, "Yes Mistress." is a turn on... so it all pleases me and so he is in chastity.

No, it isn't a punishment.

No, there is no time that it magically ends. It will end, when I decide it has been long enough, and not a moment sooner.

He wants to touch, to rub, and squeeze and play with his cock. I want him to want that. I want him frustrated and horny and so desperate that all he can think about is the control he gave to me. Was it a mistake? He could end it right now. But he won't, not without permission. In that I trust him implicitly. And if I give that permission will he be thankful or a bit sad that it is over? You always seem to want most what you can't have. But when you finally do get it, then what?

Oh, don't worry. I have a plan for the... then what. But am always willing to consider suggestions.

On Vacation

2009-05-02T05:19:00.000-07:00

Los Cabos in Mexico was lovely and so relaxing. Didn't see a single swine so no flu. Made it home safe and sound and caught back up at work.

Tonight having some fun. A combo play party/birthday party for a friend tonight. So looking forward to it.

MFM - Silence

2009-04-19T22:37:00.000-07:00

Chained
wrists locked
behind a back

On knees
naked
waiting

Blindfolded
the only
thing to hear

is
the
silence

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Written for MicroFantasy Monday at the Sweltering Celt.

Spring Tootsies

2009-04-18T13:23:00.000-07:00

It had been entirely too long since I had a pedicure.

Now all fresh and pretty and ready for sandals.

Opened the Box

2009-04-18T07:07:00.000-07:00

He held in his hand the box that contained the cuffs I made for him. There was a note.

"If you open this, it means you are mine. I will make you put them on, and I will decide when they come off."

And he didn't hesitate.

The moment I saw the leather around his wrists and ankles, the buckles holding the black and chocolate brown straps tight against his skin I knew this was real. I knew all that we had shared before had brought this moment to be. I knew this was exactly what I wanted.

He offered me himself, the real him with worries and fears and with a thousand fantasies. He offered me his experience and knowledge that never overshadowed his growing desire to learn with me.

I would have him chained every moment of every day if life permitted. I would take control of every aspect of his life if I could. My desire is that strong for this, for him, for this, for us. Neck to ankle, to waist, to wrist, to cock. I would truss him up and lay him down and give him no choice. There will be a leash, a collar, a belt and chains and rope and all of the binding real and mental. There will be pleasure, there will be pain. He will offer, I will take. I will offer, he will submit.

His fears fall away, like tears, one drops and then another. He tells me the things, no, not just what I want to hear, but those things I need to hear. If you do not know the difference of that I can not open your eyes and heart to the beauty of that sharing.

I can feel his heartbeat from across all the miles and know when I put my hand against his chest and say... put your hands behind your back, close your eyes, open your mouth, or any other order the steady pulse will quicken and feel the same as I feel now.

I am greedy, I am loving, I am evil, I am kind, I am stern, I am gentle, I am mean and take and make him give it all to me. And if he lay alone bound and blindfolded by my hand I wouldn't be able to resist watching over him, he is my weakness. He is mine. He opened the box.

Away

2009-03-29T09:46:00.000-07:00

Away for a bit...

There has been an illness in my immediate family and blogging has taken a back seat for a bit. I will be back soon.

xxoo
Miss Honey

HNT - Leather Crafty

2009-03-19T00:01:00.000-07:00

Another Fun with Dove evening... that is what the different lessons in toy making have come to be called. Last night it was a set of cuffs he made for sebrina. I watched and asked questions and he has generously loaned me his tools and a couple pieces of leather. This is the cuff I made tonight. OMG, I was so excited to see it come together. So, one down, three to go.

And thank you again Dove. :)

Just a small side note... needed to test it for fit and make take my HNT photo... will not be on me again in the future. No... Miss Honey is not a switch.

Crafty

2009-03-16T10:03:00.000-07:00

Had a great weekend. Had a lovely dinner with friends of penne pasta with scallops and shrimp in a spinach pesto sauce. Oh, I so love to cook and this meal was a hit. sebrina and I were in her kitchen together whipping up the meal and I very much enjoyed that. :) Dove and his girl brought fresh strawberries and this concoction that was truly sinful... marshmallow fluff and cream cheese whipped together... just a delight entirely.

After dinner the paint was brought out and their cross was taken apart and given a nice coat of black. While most worked on that Dove was showing me how to braid a rope whip. His is the one on the right, the blue and purple one. They are about 4' long cracker to handle. I was tickled to pieces when he gave me the pretty spring colored bit of naughtiness. I even got in a bit of practice with it on live and squirmy girls... just a couple quick cracks to the bottoms of the reluctant ones. Now that was lovely.

So on Saturday I took the lessons he offered, and tried my own hand. I have three blisters and the whip on the left to show for it. I actually got it to crack and the pillow in the living room saw no mercy from Miss Honey and her Easter egg colored whip, pink and green are so very intimidating... HA. I had trouble pulling the rope as tight as I think it needs to be, not sure if this is an engineering issue or a strength issue. I look forward to learning more about this art and there are several really great youtube videos available that helped me when I struggled with the over, under, under, over, over of plaiting.

In leaning about the braiding of the rope, I also stumbled on this little technique for wrapping a handle that was so easy and I thought looked terrific. I used it on the handle of one of the rattan canes I have added to the collection.

Love how the knots of the cord spiral up the handle. Just a bit of mason's twine in two colors and I really like the look of it and it adds a nice bit of grip to this.

Also done this weekend was this. Now, I am not one for random scars on my body, but in the interest of trying what I will ask others to do I wanted to experience this, the cell popping I wrote of last week. This was just free handed onto my arm. It started out as just a pop or two, but it didn't feel like much of anything so I said, well do a couple more... and in about 2 minutes I had this little star on my arm. And honestly, maybe I am oddly immune to this kind of pain, but I have removed band aids that hurt more than this.

So... what did you do this weekend?

Wordle of the Hive

2009-03-15T17:59:00.000-07:00

Fun little bit of playing shared by Perfectlips.

If you click on it you can see it full size. Couldn't figure out how to make it big for this post.

New Toys

2009-03-12T21:21:00.000-07:00

I wanted to make something cute and functional. Yes, I know... cute and flogger is rather in opposition, but often so am I with all of this.

HNT - #20 of The Things I Learned

2009-03-12T09:20:00.000-07:00

Well they are made for making music.

Think I can get a high C from her if I play her just right?

Or maybe I will compose... Boy Moaning in A minor.

25 Things I Learned this Weekend...

2009-03-11T08:57:00.000-07:00

Wow... I have had a busy few days. And most of them have had something kinky, naughty, fun involved. Life continues to take interesting twists and turns. I have entered into a relationship with the wonderful Sebrina with the support, approval and guidance of her equally wonderful Master. The sense of rightness to this for all four of us, my Hubby, her Master, Sebrina and myself has been evident from our first meeting. Now, negotiating the swirling waters that is such a complicated relationship is immediately shown itself to be a challenge, but the rewards are well worth it. I adore them both and they care for both of us.

So... now I have begun to share more and more real life erotic adventures. And so, that gives me more to share with you. Within reason as I don't kiss and tell all my secrets. Yes, image this if you will, you are only getting about 27 1/2% of what I do. Hmmm... the mind does wander considering that. So, I will give you a few things I learned this weekend, and you can read between the lines about the specifics. A little teasing kiss and tell I guess.

Let's start with kissing... kissing a girl is exquisite when she kisses back with soft lips and teasing tongue and gentle sighs.
Watching the movie Nacho Libre is NOT better than binding someone to a St. Andrew's Cross.
I am still allergic to cats and forgetting to take my allergy medicine and sneezing uncontrollably is not sexy or Mistressy.
Ending an online relationship is just as hard as ending a live-life relationship and the tears that fall down my face are real and the ache in my heart is real.
Copper red with golden highlights is the color God meant my hair to be, He just forgot and thus He created the best hair stylist in the world to make up for it.
Hubby is a damn fine cook and looks as cute in nothing but an apron as sebrina does.
Binding with rope is harder than it looks and I need more practice. Hmmm... is practicing your rope and knot work on your dogs bad?
Pedicures offered by a girl who is serving you are much better than those you have to schedule at a salon.
Do not judge how much pain someone can take based on appearances. One sweet girl might just smile at what makes another delightful girl scream. And some boys don't like pain much at all... you have to find the buttons that belong to that person and push them well.
Some people like their guacamole spicy, some like it more mild.
When watching two strangers do some really lovely naughty stuff on a padded sawhorse being told it is time to leave makes a hubby a bit cranky, and saying it is two in the morning is not enough reason to convince him that it really is time to leave.
Despite the fact it is 45-ish miles from my home to Hollywood it might take up to 5 hours to drive there depending on the memories of some to put their wallets in their pockets.
I need more toys with which to tease, please and yes, hurt those willing to endure for me.
Cell popping is harder than I thought to do.
Needles are easier than I thought to do.
Eye bolts are needed on more pieces of furniture, or maybe they are needed on every piece of furniture.
Making a girl scream and moan and scream and sigh and squeal and moan is exciting and satisfying and delightful and I want more.
When making rope having a matched set of drills would make it a lot easier.
When applied just right a hand print on a breast can make a heart.
Steel banjo picks are a fun erotic toy.
On a screw machine threads won't bite into wood and so a two part epoxy is needed to attach a drawer pull knob to the end of a dowel because of this conundrum. They do make a double sided screw that solves the problem better, but metric and standard are not the same and sighhh... back to the two part epoxy.
Braided rope will fray when struck against skin and using a bit of electrical tape at the end solves this problem.
8 hours sleep in three days is not enough and makes you feel a bit fuzzy headed.
Kaptain Kock is an incredible super hero.
Friends are sometimes found in the most unlikely places, even Sizzler. I am happy to have had some of the most wonderful, giving, loving, creative, unique and special new friends enter my life recently.

MFM - One Touch at a Time

2009-03-09T05:17:00.000-07:00

The wire had been sharpened to a pin prick point. The small wooden piece of dowel made it safe to handle. She stood, trembling. I stood, eager to begin. I lit the burner and held the tip of the wire in the brightest part of the glowing flame. Red hot metal was ready in only a few moments. She stood trembling. I stood, excited. Quickly now, I only had a few moments before metal cooled. She stood, trembling. I stood, and began to create my art on the beautiful canvas that was her, one tiny buring touch at a time.

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Written for MicroFantasy Monday at The Sweltering Celt this week's theme flame.

For more information on cell popping - http://www.artisticdomme.com/faq.htm (I have no connection with The Artistic Domme but she had some good answers to most people's FAQ about this body modification art and a nice gallery too).

HNT - Gloves

2009-03-05T00:01:00.000-08:00

Makes spanking a bit more interesting.

MFM - Suspension

2009-03-02T04:52:00.000-08:00

The list had grown long. Permission had to be sought for the most common of things. To sit where I said. To eat what I said. To give or receive pleasure. Kneeling was the norm. Naked was the norm. Food on the floor to eat if permission was given. Pleasure only came after pain. A mark upon skin was necessary before any sleep. Sleep meant bound in some creative way. Something was to be inside a hole at all times. The only reading allowed was the most dirty that could be found. The only magazines allowed showed men and women in various stages of abuse or use. A snap of the fingers meant down on knees, ass up and ready. And on and on the list went until even I who created it lost track on occasion.

There were dark circle under eyes. Exhaustion was taking its toll on my darling. I thought for this one day to give back to this one who gave so much to me.

“Come here.” I said sitting casually on the couch. Crawling to me head hung low I smiled. Always gave me everything. I said never look me in my eyes without permission and never did it happen after that. “I have gift for you. Look at me.” Eyes met mine and I was startled as always at the deep blue. I missed how pretty those eyes were. “Today is your birthday and today you are free. Not one rule applies for twenty-four hours. All of the list is suspended for this time, that is my birthday gift to you.”

I was startled by the tears that filled those beautiful blue eyes. They began to fall, those tears, stream down cheeks, fall onto my feet. And then just two words that took me entirely by surprise.

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Writen for MicroFantasy Monday at The Sweltering Celt this weeks theme suspension.

Long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses...

2009-02-27T10:51:00.000-08:00

Well, I believe in the soul. The cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing AstroTurf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. ~ Crash Davis

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I adore Crash Davis and would do just about anything he asked if he talked to me like this.

I too believe.

Long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses...

There is that moment in a kiss. You move in, the butterflies have settled and then they stir up again. You feel a twist, no not in your cock or your pussy, but rather somewhere just above there. It is as if someone has hold of your insides and is squeezing just a little, or touching you with something electric. That feeling radiates out and down and up. Your breath catches, your legs go just a bit weak. Oh, my God. It is barely a moment before lips touch lips. But when it is good that moment is a lifetime as well. And then yes, lips touch lips and your head spins and you feel it all. Breath now.

Oh, to be with someone who knows how to kiss. There is an art to it. A good kisser, I have found from extensive research, will be good at many other areas of sexual bliss. For they are students of body language. A good kisser seems to be able to anticipate what you want, what you need and it is as if they are listening to all you are communicating with every twitch of a muscle, every sped up breath, every tiny moan that you let escape they tune in to all of it and adjust a thousand times per second. A really good kiss can make you dizzy with desire. A good kisser can give and recieve. They can let go and let you be in charge without giving up their own giving back. They can take charge and let you float in a sea of a thousand desires.

... that last three days.

I could kiss the right kisser for hours. Heavy petting, making out, first base, second base... home run. It is amazing how far a good kiss can get someone. Lean in slow, hold my eyes with your gaze, whisper something soft and sexy, just the moment before our lips meet close your eyes slowly, slowly... fucking slowly... until I move that last little bitty millimeter. My lips are soft, their lips are soft, together it is perfection. Just a little parted, open up just enough to tease. Tip of a tongue gentle, soft, tracing and touching where nerves are zinging along all the right pathways. Hand on the small of my back or the back of my head, holding, not pulling just enough pressure so I know you want this. You want me. Oh, and it is a powerful thing to be wanted.

And that kiss will last three days.

Tell me... what do you believe....

HNT - Minimalist

2009-02-26T06:03:00.000-08:00

Almost seemed like a Minimalist painting when I cropped it.

(or maybe quasi-cubist... hmmm... abstract...

well apologies to all real artist, but liked the artsy aspect of it.)

Happy HNT!

A Picnic...

2009-02-25T05:20:00.000-08:00

I had considered it while I was in the shower as I had been dreaming of her all night. I wanted to see her, just her and I, and try and understand this growing attraction. I also wanted her sweet, "Yes Ma'am." to mean it. The steps were right there I just needed to move forward.

I asked her for her Master's phone number. He and I had talked about some of this perviously. He had shared with me that her and me becoming close and intimate was a good thing of which he approved. The friendship between the four of us was such an easy and natural thing. And when I talked to him it was a simple question, "I would like to take her to lunch, and I would like to ask a bit of her for the outing, will that be ok?" His yes made my heart beat nicely.

And so I can back to her on chat and told her what she would be doing this morning.

"I want you to come have lunch with me."
"I want you to pack us a lunch and bring a blanket and the lotion that smells pretty."
"I want you to wear a pretty colored bra and a white shirt."

She offered me a yes Ma'am to each of them. I could hear her sweet southern accent even in her texting on the screen.

"You will be here at noon. Park on the street, put the things in my car on the back seat and sit in the passenger seat. When you are there text me."

She again gave me a yes Ma'am. And I smiled sitting there at my desk.

"Oh, and I want one more thing. I want you to write five things you want me to know about you and bring that with you."

God, work just dragged by waiting for her text.

She is beyond sweet. Her smile brightens the day. I find it difficult not to simply lean over there in my car still sitting in my work parking lot and kiss her with passion. I want to strip her bare and touch every inch of her soft skin. I want to hurt her and then hold her close as she clings to me in space. I want her to tell me all her secrets as I need her in some primal way to trust me. There is a connection that sizzles, I can still feel it echoing over my skin right now.

All I really do there in my car with her sitting next to me is shift my car into drive and let one pinky finger gently brush against her knee there just below the hem of her shorts.

We are just two friends going to lunch. That is all you would see. Smiling, talking, just girlfriends happy to see each other and talk about the day. No big deal at all. The picnic lunch was delicious, but nothing naughty to see there.

We are more, a lot more. If you walked by the little blanket she laid on the grass under the tree I could imagine you would feel the electricity. If you knew that each choice she made about lunch was an act of service so beautiful, you would be jealous with the thought that having that offered is an amazing thing. Each simple act she gave me that morning was special. She remembered pickles. That is perfection.

And we talked, and she read me her list, and we talked. I wanted to lay her back and show her my passion. I had planned more for the outing... never got to the lotion or the pens in my pocket or the things I wanted to whisper in her ear. Instead I gave her all my attention. I listened to her. This is how it will work, I need to hear her fully so I can know her truly. And in knowing her I will know how it will work for us. We are not on an easy path. The boys must not be ignored. There are four of us in this relationship. There are two of us in this relationship. There are four of us in this relationship. We all weave together in an amazing way. He lays next to me now. He lays next to her now. And maybe tomorrow she will lay next to me. We weave together and it is beautiful as the patterns emerge.

I kiss her softly there under the tree there on the little blanket in the grass. I know I have taken her by surprise. She doesn't quite kiss me back yet, but her smile tells me what my heart already knows. There is so much more to come.

On her post on her blog she offered that this simple line to the end of her post ... to be continued...

I do absolutely love those three little words.

And so...

To be continued...

MFM - One Step at a Time

2009-02-23T06:00:00.000-08:00

I stripped naked as she ordered, one piece of clothing after another folded neatly and placed behind me until I was shivering in the cool breeze. I knelt down as she ordered. I closed my eyes as she ordered. I felt the silk of the scarf cover them and then she tied it tightly behind my head. I put my hands behind my back as she ordered. I felt the second bit of silk wrapping around my wrists as she bound them together. I stood at her command and felt her hand laid gently against my lower back.

“Now, walk forward slowly, one step at a time and I want you to count to ten before you take another. Do not stop stepping forward until I tell you.” She said softly as she leaned just a bit against me. Her warm body was such a contrast against my cooling skin. My heart was racing, I could feel the blood pounding making my head feel light. My breath was coming faster. We had the conversation only last night about trust. I had said simply, that I trusted her completely. Then I had added to that and said I trusted her completely with my life. She had said simply that we would see.

I didn't even answer her order to take that first step, I didn't offer her the customary, “Yes, Mistress.” I simply began letting my actions speak. I took one step, counted to ten, took another step, counted to ten, and it was on the third step when I felt the cold ocean water on my feet. It took my breath away. I counted to ten and took another step.

Trusted her completely. Yes, we would see. With my life. Yes, we would see. And I took another step as she ordered.

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Written for Microfantasy Monday #16 at the Sweltering Celt. This week's theme waterside.

Arts & Crafts

2009-02-22T20:08:00.000-08:00

Wanted to get creative in a new way today. Saw a lot of great new toys this weekend and thought, maybe I could make something pretty for myself. A trip to the hardware and crafts store and several hours later and look... new toys. The yellow and black one even glows in the dark. No, I have no idea why I would ever need a glow in the dark cane, but I am prepared if the need arises.

Hubby likes the red one best. Just a little sting and leaves pretty stripes. I will just have to find someone else to let me really break in the others... volunteers?

Whip It

2009-02-21T07:44:00.000-08:00

Yes, I know it is a terrible picture (hubby's camera on his cell phone in low light), but it is the only one I have and it is worth sharing for a reason. This is me last night. It is the first time I held a whip (yes, there is a whip there is my raised hand), and I made it crack with a sound that was at once a turn on and strangely powerful.

Dove allowed me the use of his beautiful self-crafted whip and he offered the patience to demonstrate (repeatedly) the technique for its use. I understand as with any skill hours of practice is required for proficiency and I will not be using one on any live person tomorrow. But I do have to say after a number of ineffectual swishes through the air and several more attempts on Dove's part to get my wrist and arm and body in sync the moment the tip cracked with a beautiful loud pop was a delight. It almost feels as if you are controlling some bit of something primeval, electricity or the air itself and that was a lovely rush.

And I didn't whip myself in the eye and end up as a pirate, or smack myself in the back of the head, or launch the thing into the big screen TV. And considering there were four men and one cute girl standing and sitting there commenting on nearly every swing, I think the chutzpah of me just trying should be applauded (okay, go ahead, give me a small clap... thank you!).

Hmmm... maybe I need a whip in my toybox, yellow and black braided leather perhaps. No, I don't know where or when or on whom I would use it, but I know you have lots of tools in your shed, just in case you need them for that one job. And just practicing with it would be fun.

A Dominant Woman Must...

2009-02-21T07:19:00.000-08:00

At some point, a dominant woman must dominate, setting Her own expectations and ensuring that they are met.

This is a quote from man possessed in response to a question I asked on one of his recent posts. It really struck a resonating cord with me when I read it and at the risk of laying out delicate vulnerabilities of self-doubt (which I know is a significant aspect of blogging, but vulnerable is difficult) I will offer a bit of me here and my evening last night.

I wanted to take her hand and lead her away. I wanted intimate and quiet and just us for the start. But I couldn't bring myself to simply get up and do that, she was not mine no matter the permission offered. It wasn't a matter of nerve. More an issue of being rude to the rest of them there in the room in pursuit of pleasure with her, and despite the desire, courtesy said no. (Ok, even to me that sounds like a weak excuse). But maybe that was a mistake on my part. But I couldn't just toss manners out the window. But in hindsight maybe I should have. But I also was still unsure of it all and I wanted to know, I wanted her to make me believe that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

A dominant woman must dominate. And so I perhaps should have taken what I wanted. But it seemed easier said than done. My fears. She didn't really want it, and she has to want it or it is meaningless for me. She wanted it one way, I another and the oil and water differences wouldn't mix. Oh, and maybe a dozen more little and big things. But articulation brings frustration and admitting to mistakes. I can only lay out so much honesty for your consumption before I am lost to the frustrations.

A dominant woman must set her own expectations. But what was I expecting? I still do not know as I am and was allowing it to simply happen, whatever the “it” might be. And maybe that is a passive aggressive mistake. I must say what I want clearly and let the consequences to my spoken desires be what they are. But my vulnerability here is still that possibility of rejection, as it is anytime you lay out clearly what you want, what you expect. Wait, that is not entirely true about last night. I never really thought she would reject me, but rather worried she would find me lacking in what I offered to her. I thought perhaps the exchange would not be enough. But as I never began I do not know the answers to the jumble of self-imposed what-if questions.

If I say on your knees and worship my toes and it is done without enthusiasm, is that worse than it being refused? If I say kiss me and the order is complied with but the kiss is unwanted, is that something I want? If I take a paddle or a whip or my hand to a bottom and it does not bring any pleasure with the pain to the one enduring, is there any point to the exchange? And if I say do this _________ and this _________ is refused why would I ever ask again? None of this happened last night because I never took the steps to even see, I think now that was a mistake. But then in the moment I didn't see clearly another option. Mostly, lack of real experience. And so I ask you to be gentle with your criticisms (constructive and otherwise).

There is a chaos to my thoughts obviously. I can see this as I write. You can see that chaos as you read them here and I can imagine you sitting there shaking your head in amusing wonder at my lack of confidence. A dominant woman must dominate. Just as there is a a cause and effect to a submissive's refusal to submit, so too is there a cause and effect to a dominant not dominating. There will always be consequences to all we do and all we do not do.

Stream of consciousness is just that, a stream. The thoughts roil and tumble over the rocks of worry, the eddies of self-doubt. They sometimes speed up when considering the what-ifs and the should-haves, but too they can pool and stagnate when considering all the possibilities, good and bad, and all the lost opportunities.

There is a time and place for all things. But sometimes you miss seeing that the time was that exact moment and the place was exactly where you were. There is always cause and effect to action and inaction.

A dominant women must dominate or....

I will leave it unfinished as it is just to frustrating in this moment to consider the rest of that sentence.

Three Sirens

2009-02-20T07:55:00.001-08:00

Three sirens... sounds like the perfect number.

So looking forward to the weekend.

Toes Hard at Work

2009-02-19T07:41:00.000-08:00

Well, okay, I did slip my shoes off and put my feet up before starting the next project, but really I am working hard here. I was on the phone solving very important work problems (boss couldn't figure out how to attach a file to an email...sighhhhh).

Got a fresh pedicure last night. I thought this shade of deep purplely red was pretty. Even in these tough economic times I just can't seem to give up my pedicures. Well, I did trim back a bit and just get the standard treatment, not the complete spa package. Oh, the sacrifices a girl must make.... food... pedicure... hmmmm, touch decisions.

Tonight is Third Thursday, YEA!! So looking forward to seeing my naughty friends and maybe making some new ones. Then maybe a bit of play this weekend in L.A. We will see if it all comes to pass, but it is fun to be open to the possibilities.

What do you have planned for the weekend?

HNT - Art

2009-02-18T22:00:00.000-08:00

When I am trying to be creative and share that creativity with others, that is when I feel most vulnerable and exposed... nekkid if you will. This was the creation of sebrina's painting from previous posts, but this one includes the artist as well. It is only an arm, a hand holding a pencil, but right now it feels very naked.

A Short Story from asyourslave

2009-02-18T16:31:00.000-08:00

At 6:15pm I was exactly where Miss Honey told me to be - naked, kneeling on the floor of the hotel room. In my ass was the medium red butt plug she told me buy and I was also wearing the black silicon teardrop cockring.

Miss Honey was very specific in her instructions. We would meet for no more than 30 minutes. I was to arrive at the hotel and check in no later than noon. When I got to my room, I was to make sure I was completely naked with no watch or jewelry before the door to the hall closed. Lucky at noon, there was no one else in the hallway except a housekeeper several doors down. I was to remain naked except for the butt plug and the cockring until she arrived. At every hour starting at 1, I was to stroke my cock for 20 minutes but not cum. There was to be no TV or radio the entire time. When she arrived, there was to be a chilled bottle of sparkling fruit wine and a plate of strawberries. In order to avoid having room service see me naked, I brought a cooler with me with all the requested items. I choose a Canella Bellini hoping the peach flavor of the wine worked well with the chocolate dipped strawberries I brought. Miss Honey was also specific, there was to be only one glass as I was not going to have any of it. Finally, I was to have two leashes ready for her to take: one attached to a dog collar bought earlier and the other attached to my cock. If she found I had violated any of these rules she would leave and we would never chat again. I cherish those chats and was bound and determined I would not disappoint her.

At 6:30, I heard the door to the room open and the moment I had waited for these past months had arrived. I was going to meet the woman who had me do things I never thought I would do. She entered the room and I was immediately entranced. Her face showed beauty and strength. She was wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned enough that I could get a glimpse of the tops of her breasts. Framing her breasts was a strand of pearls that looped around her neck and fell gracefully down her front and disappeared in the blouse. The skirt was black, tight and ended at the top of her knees and her legs were delicately wrapped in black stockings that made me wonder if there was a garter belt under the skirt. Her shiny black leather shoes were ones that I will remember forever for two reasons. The first reason is because of the 5 inch heels that were gold and the second reason is because of what she did with them later that evening.

Before she approached me, she poured herself a glass of wine. As she walked over to where I was kneeling, I started to tremble. The plug in my ass, the cockring and all the edges had taken a toll on my nerves. When she stood in front of me, I offered her the leashes. She took the leash attached to my cock and led me to near the sofa. It was then she spoke for the first time. Her words were, as always concise and to the point, “Keep your eyes on my shoes until I tell you otherwise.” As she sat down and crossed her legs, I stared at the shoes and kept staring for what seemed like an eternity. What made matters more difficult was she played with my cock and balls with the tip of her shoes. She pressed the heels into my thigh and stomach, squashed my balls to the point where I thought I was going to pass out and she kept trying to flatten my cock with the sole of her shoes. No matter how much it hurt, I was living my dream and was determined to take whatever she wanted to do to me.

And then it happened. I made a mistake. She uncrossed her legs and I tried to steal a glance up her skirt and she caught me. She yanked the leashes and told me to turn around so that I was facing away from her. The tone of Miss Honey’s voice was something I had hoped to never hear from her. I was devastated – I thought I was about to lose something I cherished for a stupid adolescent attempt to catch a glance of her panties.

She instructed me to remove the butt plug and stick it in my mouth. I have never done that before but did not want to risk further upsetting her so as quickly as possible, I shoved the plug into my mouth and closed my lips around the narrow part of the neck of the plug. Once I had done that, I felt her heel invade my ass. She started to pump the heel in and out of my already tender and now burning ass. After a couple of pumps, she told me in a firm voice, “Stroke your cock but if you cum… we are done forever.” There I was, naked in a hotel room as Miss Honey fucked my ass with the hell of her shoe, sucking on a butt plug that had been in my ass for more than 5 ½ hours and stroking my cock. Miss Honey has made me masturbate many times before so she knew exactly how long it would take for me to cum. So after stroking for 5 minutes, she told me to turn around and face her but keep stroking my cock. When I did that, I was facing the same shoe that had been in my ass. She lifted my head and with a smile said, “Clean the heel now with your tongue.” I removed the butt plug and started to put it down and she yanked the chain again. “I didn’t tell you to put it down – it goes back in your ass.” Luckily there was enough saliva on the plug and my ass muscles had stretched to handle the plug all afternoon, I was able to get it back in with a little struggle. I will confess – it hurt doing that but I would not disappoint Miss Honey again.

With the plug in my ass, she instructed me to keep stroking my cock and start cleaning her shoe. After several minutes of cleaning she seemed to be satisfied. At this point, I didn’t care what I was doing – so what if I was licking a heel that been buried in my ass. It belonged to Miss Honey and that is what she wanted so I did it. When she could tell I was about to explode, once again she yanked the leashes. Her instructions were to cum on the tip of her shoe. If any missed her shoe, there would be severe punishment. I tried to brace myself and line up my cock with her foot and held my breath. Cumming was easy at this point and I got all of my cum on the tip of her shoe. Just as some was about to drip off, she said, “Lick it before any of it drops.” Eating my cum had never been an easy task for me until I met Miss Honey but under her guidance, I have learned to love it and I happily cleaned her shoe until there was no evidence of my orgasm. Once it was cleaned, she stood up and said, “You fucked up and tried to take something that wasn’t offered. I have decided that we will continue this relationship but expect very difficult tasks ahead as you will need to prove yourself to me.” With that she walked out the door, leaving me exhausted, scared and eager to learn what she had in mind.

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I do so adore reading erotica, and a naughty story written just for me... well that just warms the cockles of my heart. If you enjoyed this, do let asyourslave know what a good boy he has been offering this for me. Oh, and I asked him for one picture to illustrate it. So do check back as that should be in my inbox in just a couple days... as soon as he decides which part he will provide. I just love creativity.

Oh... look... he sent me a picture of a cute little cock all leashed and ringed up just for me.

Beautiful Wood

2009-02-18T07:47:00.000-08:00

It is not a playful sting. There is no mistaking its intent. You will ache when I am done. It is not for punishment though. Rather the pleasure I seek from your enduring, your offering of this acceptance. Give that to me. The curve there as you bend forward I will stroke there with my hand gently, you will push back ever so slightly at my soft touch. I will ask you in a mere whisper if you are ready. Will you nod or will you offer me back a yes that is breathless as it escapes from your lips? Your heart will race and so will mine. Again I will caress your skin, again I will let you feel my hand before I bring this beautifully crafted wood down against you. Make no mistake in thinking it will not hurt. It will. You will. Give this to me. Accept this from me. Ache for me and I will bring you pleasure in return for the offering, for the enduring, for the submitting to my will.

HNT - Redhead

2009-02-12T08:17:00.000-08:00

Finished Painting

2009-02-10T02:08:00.000-08:00

BDSM Basics

2009-02-09T17:32:00.000-08:00

This was written by a good friend of mine, Tachtilex. It has some great information and is well laid out. If you have any questions you may ask here and I will pass them on to him. This is not presented as the end all be all of BDSM, but his offerings to those beginning this journey as a way to share his knowledge learned after 20+ years of sharing in this lifestyle.
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Chapter One: Why?

Because it is fun, because it feels good, and because for some folks it is a profound experience, even spiritual.

Chapter Two: Basic Terms

BDSM -- Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism. This is the overarching category that encompasses a multitude of different, related styles of sexual expression.

B - Bondage -- just what it implies. The restraining of one person by the other, almost always using restraints such as rope, chains, handcuffs, straps, etc. Bondage by itself does not imply either pain or sexual activity. Most players see it as an art form in its own right. Bondage is everything from a bandanna wrapped around the eyes to full encasement in a mummy wrap. It is as simple as a pair of handcuffs holding the bottom’s hands behind their back, and a elaborate as full Japanese rope bondage. Bondage can be an incredible sexual turn-on for the top and/or the bottom even without any other stimulation.
D - Discipline -- 1. Mental. In an SM relationship, it is the control that the Top (S) has over the bottom (m). In a relationship or in a scene this control is first of all mutually agreed upon, and secondly an attitude of both persons. The bottom will submit, and will do as the Top directs or commands, both because it pleases the Top, and because it satisfies the bottom. This does not imply that the bottom is always passive or wimpy. Thus, definition 2: Physical. Discipline is that part of the application of pain, pleasure, restraint, etc. by which the Top exercises control over the bottom. In relationships where the Top actually is stronger than the bottom, this might involve actually physically controlling the bottom, such as through wrestling, boxing, etc. In cases where that would be impractical, the Top exercises the authority that the relationship or scene grants them to “force” the bottom through the use of bondage/restraint and pain/pleasure.
S - Sadism, Sadist. From the Marquis de Sade, although his version was far from consensual. In a relationship or scene, this is the person who (actually or after prior discussion) makes the decisions about what is going to happen. This is the dominant person, the giver of pain and pleasure, the conductor of the symphony. Other terms for this person include Top, Dom, Dominatrix, Sir, Master/Mistress, Daddy, Mommy, etc.
M (m) - Masochist. The original meaning is one who enjoys pain, usually as an avenue to sexual pleasure. It has come to be the person in the relationship or scene who takes the subordinate role. Except in relationships or scenes where it mutually agreed upon, the M is not actually passive, but is a true partner in creating the scene. Just as a violinist needs a violin to make music, so an S needs an M to make magic. Other terms are Sub, bottom, slave, boy, etc. As with the terms for the S, these terms are not totally interchangeable. I use Top and Bottom generically, but other terms such as Mistress/Slave may be specific to the individual relationship or scene. It is entirely possible to have either a long-term relationship or a single scene without any reference to Master-Slave, or even (overtly) to Top-bottom. It is the dynamic of Your relationship that is important. How you want to characterize it is up to you.

Scene - “are you in the scene?” Do you participate in BDSM?
A specific time of BDSM play. In this sense, a scene has a beginning, middle and an end.

Begining - The beginning is when the participants establish their desires, fears, any safe words, and what is permissible. Conversation about safer sex happens (assuming that the participants are not already in a relationship where this has been dealt with.) At the Top’s discretion, discussion may turn to the specifics of what is to happen. Sometimes this can be very erotic on its own; however, it is not the bottom’s job to direct the action. (See “Pushy Bottom!” It is the bottom’s job to be as good of a “violin” as possible, being responsive to what the Top is doing, giving verbal or non-verbal feedback so that the Top knows the effect of what they are doing.

The Middle - of the scene is when the major action occurs -- beginning with any stimulation prior to restraint, continuing with any restraint/bondage segueing into whatever forms of stimulation and sexual play.

The End - of the scene is where the Top helps the bottom “come down.” The physical needs of the bottom are attended to: water, warmth or cool as needed, release from the bondage, physical and emotional support until they are recovered. A good scene can totally wipe out and disorient the bottom, and they may need to be actually physically cared for for some time after the scene. Emotional care also can be important, holding, telling the bottom how proud you are of them, etc. This is all relative to the bottom’s needs, of course. Most often, the bottom springs up from the scene, rejuvenated, happy and ready to go again!

Some other related terms are Session, Play, Appointment, action.

SSC -- Safe, Sane, Consensual. Good sex, good play, good BDSM are Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Safety involves eliminating or greatly reducing the possibility of transferring diseases, using safer practices for bondage and for application of pain, etc. Sane refers to both parties being able to think clearly, knowing any limits of both parties, using safe words if needed, etc. Consensual refers not only to both parties entering into the play freely, but also refers to the ability of either to end the scene if they need to. Obviously, it also refers to both parties being competent adults not under any coercion.

Chapter Three: Pain or Pleasure?

Yes.
By this point you might have figured out that there is much more to this than just hitting someone. In fact there are lots of people into BDSM for whom pain is almost not a factor in their play. They enjoy bondage/restraint for its own sake, or they concentrate on the pleasurable aspects of stimulation.
But, that is not the whole story. Pain itself is multifaceted. Think about the differences between a paper cut, a burn, a slap, getting punched in the gut (lightly or hard), getting scraped with fine or coarse sand paper, having a ruler lightly tap your shin for ten minutes, or having that same ruler slap your butt hard once. Pain is not one thing. Rather, it is any stimulus of the skin or body that the brain at first interprets as unpleasant, as something to be avoided. One of the great uses of pain in BDSM is to confuse the brain, to over-stimulate it so that endorphins are produced, and to intensify the related sensations of pleasure that are also being administered to the body at the same time. (This is also one of the key reasons for restraint: to keep the body open to the pain until it does its work.) This can be accomplished just as well with a stiff brush lightly played on the nipples as with a paddle bruising the buttocks. It is up to the Top to read the bottom, seeing how he or she reacts to different stimuli.
Because one of the key uses of pain is to release endorphins, the bottom’s ability to tolerate pain increases as the scene progresses. A painful stimulus that would have ended the scene in the first five minutes may be just what the bottom needs after 20 minutes to push them over the top into orgasm.
There is the interesting related phenomenon that the right pain applied along with the right pleasure really heightens the pleasure, just as a little salt heightens the sweetness of sugar.
Pain is not always about pleasure. Sometimes it simply is about pain. Sometimes the Top uses pain as a discipline device (especially in long-term master/slave relationships). Sometimes the bottom needs to find their breaking point. Sometimes the bottom and/or the Top wants to go for endurance simply because it will be pleasing to the Top, and/or a mark of pride for the bottom.
And there is that outer reach where pain causes complete release for the bottom. The endorphins have so flooded the body, the control of the Top is so complete that the bottom has an out-of-body experience. I have never achieved this, but I have come very close. I do not recommend that novices try to find this place without supervision of experienced players. The bottom loses the ability to use safe words, loses the consciousness of sensations that might be signaling danger, loses the ability to care for themselves. The Top becomes so excited by what they are helping the bottom accomplish that they might lose good judgment. A Top should never lose control. Any physical (and in most cases, mental or emotional) injury to the bottom is the Top’s responsibility. This is why alcohol is to be used only in strict moderation.

Chapter Four: Etiquette

In the privacy of a scene, etiquette is whatever turns the Top on. If the Top really gets off on the bottom standing with their hands behind their back and their head bowed, then that is the posture to be assumed by the bottom. If the Top wants to be called “Daddy”, “Mistress” etc., that is how they will be addressed. In other words, in the scene or play session, etiquette is another part of the scene or session.
However, there are larger issues of etiquette when one is in a group environment. When one attends a play party, whether at a club or a private home, there are certain rules.

Obey all stated or written rules explicitly, even if you don’t at first understand them. Your host or the dungeon master will be happy to explain them to you if you don’t understand.
When you are observing the play of others, be discrete, quiet, and do not interfere with the play unless the Top invites you to join. If you are invited to join, follow their lead, adopt a demeanor that either matches or complements theirs. Be slow to speak and quick to listen and be helpful. In one sense when you enter someone else’s scene, you should see yourself as another toy or tool that the Top can use to make the magic happen with the bottom. Be aware that this scene may have emotional, mental, or relational overtones that are not at first apparent to the outside observer. Be sensitive to that, and try to enhance it rather than “break the spell.”
Casual conversation is for the break room or refreshment area. Keep all chatter out of the dungeon. Quiet whispers to another observer are ok as long as they don’t become distracting. Talk that is actually part of the scene is ok, especially if you are directly following the Top’s lead. Follow the lead of the seasoned players in this. Discretion is always a mark of good breeding.
If there is a dungeon master, their word is law. (In a small party without a dungeon master, the host’s word is law.) In a small gathering, this person’s identity will be acknowledged at the beginning of the evening. In a larger club, they will often wear identification: a vest or an ID tag of some kind. Their job is to see to the fun and SAFETY of all participants. If you disagree with their decision, do not argue with them in the dungeon. Rather, wait and discuss it with them or with your host outside the dungeon. Likewise, if you observe behavior that appears to you to be dangerous or inappropriate, it is a good thing to ask the dungeon master to look into it. He or she will be able both to determine if there is a problem, and to see that it is corrected. If there is no dungeon master, your host will be the arbiter of these issues. Unless there is a real emergency, no guest should interfere in the play of other guests without express invitation.
DO ask questions and learn! Most players (both Top and bottom) have a wealth of good information to share, and are honored to be asked. If you saw a beautiful rope harness, ask the person to show you the way to build it. They may or may not wish to do it that evening, but it might open a relationship for you that will have broader possibilities in the future.
Do ask other players to have a scene with you.
If you see someone who interests you, it is permissible to speak to them in the break area and plainly ask them for a scene.
Do not approach the bottom in a relationship except through the Top. Normally, this does not apply to casual conversation in the break area. In that setting, the bottom and/or the Top will guide you in what that bottom is permitted to say or do with persons other than their Top. It is always good manners to ask the Top’s permission before conversing with their bottom. And note, this has nothing to do with your perceived role. Just because you are topping you partner at the party, that does not give you the right to top anyone else without their Top’s permission or to act arrogantly towards bottoms. Oftentimes, the most knowledgeable, experienced players in the room will be the bottoms!
Unattached players at a party or club are free agents and may be spoken to freely. However, if you are interested in talking with someone who appears to be submissive, even if you haven’t noticed their Top being present, it is polite to ask if they are free to converse with you.
When you attend a party as the bottom in a couple, you need to know from your Top how they want you to act, but generally it is assumed that submissives will be deferential to all other persons in the party, especially Tops. This does not mean that they must be passive, or that they must accept unacceptable behavior from others.
Top and Bottom roles are as fluid at a party as the couple decides they are. Just because you are submissive to your Top, that does not mean that you cannot Top another player at the party for a scene, as long as you have your Top’s permission. Likewise, just because you are sporting your keys and hankies on the left, that doesn’t mean that you can’t strip down and submit to the beautiful or handsome Top whose work you admire. Tops learn the most about their craft by being bottoms!! And, a great bottom might also be a GREAT Top for you to experience and learn from!
When hooking up with someone for a scene, good manners as well as SSC requires a bit of conversation. If it is not clear who will be the bottom, that is a good place to start. Then the conversation can quickly turn to what sort of play the scene will involve, the desires of both parties, etc. There should definitely be clear communication about safer sex practices. The best practice in a casual encounter is to refrain from the exchange of any body fluids at all. Then, down the safety continuum, there is the question of condoms, etc. Then each person needs to have the opportunity to state any limits that must be respected, and any desires that might be fulfilled. In many cases, it is good to have safe words. Many people use Red, Yellow and Green. Red means, “we have to stop NOW”. Yellow means, “there is something that seems dangerous that needs your attention now” or “I’m approaching a limit that you need to recognize.” “Green” is often not used, unless the Top tells you to respond with it when asked how you are doing. It does not necessarily mean that you are flying on the gossamer wings of ecstasy. Rather, it means that there are no problems that need to be addressed. If the bottom is gagged, a good alternative is to have them hold something. If they drop it, that is a signal that they need to communicate with the top.

Chapter Five: What Is Possible?

Practically speaking, almost anything is possible in a BDSM play session or in a relationship.

BDSM goes from stroking a person’s cheek with a feather to branding them with a hot iron. It stretches from a demure downward glance in a restaurant as a sign of respectful subservience to being encased in a rubber suit and paraded around on a leash.

BDSM is:

Tickling the bottom until they piss themselves.
Restraining them spread-eagle on the bed, and using all manner of tactile toys to give them a body orgasm without ever touching their genitals.
A blindfold, and feeding them supper while they keep their hands in their lap, or restrained to their sides.
Flogging, caning, slapping, punching, clothespinning, frittage (rubbing, either for pain or pleasure), forced urine retention, wax play, painful bondage.
Bondagebondagebondage!!! (but not always!)
Playing with the genitals until orgasm is almost reached, then stopping, then starting again.
A juicy ice-cube rubbed over the belly.
Role-play: doctor or nurse, police officer, school teacher, doggy play, alien, Nazi interrogation, etc.
“super-skins.” Rubber, leather, canvas, or any other special clothing that restricts, intensifies the skin’s sensitivity, or stimulates one or both partners through sight, sound, touch, taste or smell.
“Gear” whether football pads, a lacy camisole, leather restraints, a gas mask, whips or any other toy or piece of clothing or equipment.
Clothespins everywhere!

BDSM is not:

Coercive (except in a fantasy sense during a scene).
Excessively dangerous.
One-sided.

Chapter Six: Some Specific Techniques

Bondage: I am not an expert on rope bondage. My preference is for straps.
Six-foot straps are a good general length. The black webbing Danny bought is 24 feet, and you have four buckles. Cut the straps into four 6-foot sections (or alternatively, make two 7-footers and two 5-footers). Heat-seal the cut ends of the straps before continuing. Examine the buckles to determine which way is “up”. The small part of the buckle is permanently attached to the strap, by running the strap through the slot so that when about 2 inches of it are folded back over the main part of the strap, it will be away from the body being held by the strap. Use strong thread and sew the 2-inch flap down using a box and X pattern for strength. Of course, the strap is then fed through the slots on the other half of the buckle in such a way that it is adjustable, but holds securely.
A good, quick way to restrain a person to a bed without anything but straps is to run one strap around their biceps, but behind their back, so that they cannot bring their arms forward (you can run the strap clear around their body, but then be aware that they will be able to move their arms more), then do likewise with their wrists, but take one or two extra loops around the wrists before closing the buckle and adjusting the strap to hold the hands down at their side. Then lay the person down on the bed, spread their legs, and use the other two straps to secure each leg to one post or leg of the bed, wrapping one loop around each ankle. There you have a person who cannot get away, can only squirm, and, if you sit on them, can’t even pull away from you.
When you use straps, be mindful of buckle placement for two reasons. First, the bottom’s comfort. A buckle quickly becomes unbearable if it is pressing on a joint or bony place. Move the strap till the buckle is off to the side of the bottom if possible, or keep it centered over the body in fleshy areas. Also, be aware that some parts of the body have very little natural padding, such as the shins and the shoulder bones. In these areas, it is good to place a little padding before using a tight strap. An athletic sock doubled over, or a small piece of foam rubber are both good, inexpensive pads.
Handcuffs and leg-cuffs. Great for play! Great for fantasy. But, always know where the key is before you apply them (and make sure they function properly. They do stick sometimes!)
Especially if you are going to have the bottom lying down, be very careful about the placement of cuffs, as they are extremely uncomfortable to lie on. Always double-lock the cuffs so that they cannot get tighter. Most models have a small hole on the side with a recessed button in it. Push this button in with the corresponding extension on the key. (Some Smith & Wesson cuffs have an oblong hole next to the keyhole, with a little straight wire running through it. To double-lock them, put the double-locking point of the key in that oblong hole and slide the wire until the cuff is double-locked.) To unlock double-locked cuffs, insert the key in the keyhole, and first turn the key in the direction that pushes the button back out, then turn the key the other way to unlock the cuff.
Be aware that it is very easy to cause nerve damage to a person’s wrists by overusing, or over tightening, or placing weight upon, or pulling on handcuffs. They are not designed to do anything except keep a person from moving their hands too far.
Absolutely NEVER suspend a person from hand- or leg-cuffs, or use the cuffs to stretch the arms out in a tight spread-eagle. All these cautions go double for zip-ties!! And if you are going to use zip-ties for anything, make sure you have a cutter handy.
Leather or medical restraints are much more forgiving, and there are specialty restraints made for suspension. Do not attempt any kind of suspension on your own at first. Have a more experienced player standing by to help. And be aware that if the bottom passes out, you will have to be able to get them down as a dead weight. There are “panic releases” that can be used with chain and rope to drop a person in suspension if necessary.
It is possible to find all manner of restraints, either locking or not, in all price ranges. Try them on before you buy. Some are more comfortable, and some are highly erotic to wear. Also, cheap ones do tend to wear out quickly, while expensive ones from reputable dealers tend to last forever.
Safety: Even the most comfortable bondage position can become problematic. Especially if you have the arms stretched out in some way, periodically check the extremities for warmth and good color. Ask whether the bottom is experiencing discomfort such as cold hands or feet, tingling or numbness. Usually, as simple adjustment of a single strap or restraint is all that is needed, if the initial setup was not too extreme. Be aware that if the hands are over the head (whether lying down, or upright) they are more prone to problems. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t use this position, only that you need to be more mindful of monitoring.
Straps loosen and need to be tightened periodically during the scene. On the other hand, restraints that are tight won’t become a problem immediately, so you should check in with the bottom after five or ten minutes about problems with the restraints. It is the bottom’s responsibility to make the top aware of any health or safety concerns.
NEVER choke a person, either by hand or by placing anything around or over their throat. Some advanced players do breath-control of several types, but that is a specialized and potentially very dangerous area of play. Use great caution, and NEVER allow any restraint to press on the bottom’s throat. In fact, it is a good idea to have basic first-aid and CPR training if you are going to engage in BDSM.
Other types of bondage include chains and manacles, rope, straitjackets, cages, specialty furniture of all types, and mummification. I can make suggestions on each of these, but if you want information, please ask.

Cleanup: The basics are:

old terrycloth towels for general cleaning, as well as bath-size for laying over the bottom at the end of the scene to keep them warm and dry them off
paper towels
70 % rubbing alcohol in a spray bottle for general cleaning and disinfecting. This is also useful if the bottom becomes overheated. Spray and blow.
Hydrogen peroxide in a spray bottle. This is used both for cleaning any cuts or scrapes. It is also used for cleaning any leather that may have gotten body fluids on it. Generally, a quick spray with peroxide followed by a wipe with a towel will not damage leather.
Floggers, especially need to be cleaned thoroughly with HP between uses. Hang or hold the flogger with the tails hanging down. Spray the HP through the tails, turning and combing them to get them all damp. Anywhere that there is any organic material such as blood, there will be foaming. Then wipe the tails down thoroughly with a terrycloth towel and let the flogger dry hanging tails-down. Straighten and arrange them before they dry.
Simple Green in a spray bottle. Good for cleaning any naugahyde or vinyl surfaces. For best results, wipe off with a damp towel.
10 percent Chlorine bleach solution in a spray bottle. Good for cleaning any gags or other “personal” items. Any items placed in orifices other than the mouth should be “single-person” items. At the very least they should be cleaned thoroughly with simple green or alcohol, then soaked in a bucket of 10 percent Chlorine Bleach solution (1 part standard chlorine bleach to 10 parts water) for about a half hour or so. Any insertable toy that is porous or with cracks or places where dirt can hide should absolutely be “single-person” items.
To clean tactile toys, spray with the appropriate cleaner (chlorine, alcohol, or hydrogen peroxide), let it sit for a bit, then wipe dry with a clean towel or paper towel. You should clean all toys between players, especially anything that could cut or damage the skin.
If they become contaminated, and periodically, it is good to wash your straps. Put them in a small laundry bag and throw them into the laundry.
Leather items should be clean and dry before storage. This includes clothing as well as gear and toys. Mildew is impossible to really remove from leather. Likewise any other restraints that might mildew, especially anything of canvas.

Picture

2009-02-08T07:06:00.000-08:00

I have spent most of my weekend working on a painting for my friends Sebrina and Master Ron. We had a lovely evening at their home on Thursday night where I took a series of photos of the beautiful Sebrina for reference for the painting. After much discussion and review of the images it came down to two. I printed them both out and picked one to work with.

I was so beyond nervous to even begin the portrait of her. The thought that this might turn out badly was a thought that was hard to push down. But finally I just began. I lightly sketched the outline and began to paint. I kept getting up from the paper and paint walking away to try and steady myself. I just didn't want to screw it up. I avoided her face for over an hour. Focusing instead on her legs and arms. She wore a beautiful leather corset when I photographed her and capturing the depth of the black leather was a challenge. I started with a wash of indigo blue and layered on black in sections leaving the blue still showing.

At some point I knew I had to work on her face. But this is a moment that is scary for me. Capturing what someone looks like is a bit overwhelming. I really was worried I would end up with a portrait of Charlie Brown, rather than the beautiful Sebrina. But I took my time, and she began to emerge.

I will save the final finished portrait for another post as I want Sebrina to see it first. But I think I captured her serenity and her lovely submission for her and her Master. At least I did my very best, and hope they like it.

HNT - Socks

2009-02-05T04:40:00.001-08:00

If I did this right, the back view is clickable...

Five Questions

2009-02-02T11:08:00.000-08:00

1. How and how soon did you know you would be the dominant one in any relationship?
Well now, here is an interesting question to start with. I never thought about it until I started exploring things online. I have always been drawn to the kinkier side of sex when looking online or in magazines, or porn that Hubby would bring home. But until I tried my hand I didn’t realize that I liked to be offered the service, the giving, the submission of others in this way. I am happier when those who are with me offer this. It doesn’t have to be dramatic, but I suppose I never considered chivalry to be dead. I know there is a line between kindness and submission, but it has to start somewhere and, for me, it has to be offered from the heart.

2. Have you ever experienced been dominated? If so how did it feel?
Early on I joined an online chat group where I had been made a choice about what category I would be in and dominant seemed to be for me. But I thought perhaps I might explore the other side. I thought it might be good to try and step in those shoes as part of the learning process. So I created a second account with the screen name DaisyChained (which I still think is too cute). Within a half hour I realized it was not for me… at all. The first exchange had my shoulders up and my jaw clenched. Who the hell did this guy think he was?! But I also knew enough to know that personality is a huge part of it. So I gave it a day, and by the end… not just no, but Hell NO!

Now, that said, I can enjoy the physical exchange with my partners in real life that some would consider as me submitting. I can allow myself to be blindfolded, I love to talk dirty and having someone guide my actions with verbal stimulation can be very erotic. But that isn’t dominating me, but rather sharing a sensual experience with a partner I trust completely and when I offer that it is my choice and a gift I give. I am not giving up control, but rather exchanging passion.

3. Do you harbor any fantasies that you would not like to be realized?
No, I am eager to explore many possibilities in the erotic life. For that matter in vanilla, chocolate, and caramel life as well. Life is meant to be lived, and if something seems interesting enough to consider it a possibility, a fantasy, then I would like to give it a try. Now, that said, there are many things I do not fantasize about. But while I may not want to try something, or may not find it personally a turn on, I can most often find it beautiful that others do, assuming it is a consensual exchange. Recently I was a part of a real life scene that included needles and cutting. I was invited to observe closely the scene. Now this is something I never had any desire to try myself with a partner. But it was amazing to watch and to share their passion for it. It was Safe, Sane and Consensual and they were wonderful to share the experience with me. And it piqued my interest. Will I try? Depends on life and what it brings, but I try to never say never.

4. Apart from Blogs, what do you like to read?
I read a lot, I read a huge variety, I have piles and stacks and shelves of books all over my house. Classic literature, westerns, romance, sci-fi, erotica, contemporary fiction, memoir, biographies, poetry (I love poetry), I will read anything and everything. I love exchanging books too, a book recommended by a friend always goes to the top of the pile. About the only thing I don’t read a lot of is horror, only because I do tend to get absorbed into a book while I read and the tone of a tome can greatly effect my mood. So very depressing or scary can have a negative effect on me while I am reading. Though I will still read the dark stuff sometimes.

I also like magazines and have subscriptions to about a dozen different magazines, from National Geographic, Playboy, Sports Illustrated, The Sun and Better Homes & Gardens along with quite a few others. I also subscribe to several writing journals that offer short stories (love the art of a short story) and poetry.

5. What do you paint? (Apologies if you have posted your work. I have only recently found you.)
Thank you for asking. I wanted to learn to paint, always wanted to try watercolor as I always thought it was a beautiful medium. I took a one day en plain aire class and loved it. So I just tried and tried some more, read books, read and looked at lessons online, and just tried. Some times they work out, some times not. I paint anything right now as I am so still learning. Though I like landscapes, and nudes, and well... anything.

I also got involved in sharing my art with ATC (artist trading cards) which are little miniature paintings 2 ½ X 3 ½, the size of baseball cards. I was a member on a site where you would post a scan of your art and others would offer to trade you their art. My little bits of creativity now live all over the world and I have a lovely small box of their original art in exchange.

I tend to jump into things with both feet and learn how to swim once I am in the water.

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I love these questions Alfie of Alfie Love Emma fame asked of me.

This fun bit of sharing works like this...

1. The first Blogger to say in my comments box, “Ask me” will (eventually) be asked just five questions.

2. I will respond by emailing you five questions - so make sure I have an email address for you if it doesn’t appear on your Blog. I get to choose the questions.

3. You will update your blog with the answers to those questions.

4. In the same post, you will include this explanation and make an offer to interview someone else .

5. When someone comments asking to be interviewed, you get to ask them five questions.

Map It

2009-01-31T16:50:00.000-08:00

Find out where I've journeyed
on the Map of Human Sexuality!
Or get your own here!

A few things never considered before, a few things never heard of before, and a few more I won't ever be trying. A few I have tried myself and more than a few I have asked of others.

Are You Ready for Some Football!

2009-01-30T05:45:00.000-08:00

Ok, few things to know about me.
I love sports.
I love football.
I will be watching the Super Bowl on Sunday.
I know what an Over/Under is and a point spread is. I know 3rd and long, 2 point conversation and I Formation. I can debate free agency, replay rules and coaching clock management decisions.
I make great guacamole and know when to cheer and moan during a game.
I will be cheering for the Steelers since Fuckin' Norv sucked the life out of my Chargers.
I will be sad when footballs season is over, but August will be here before you know it.

Oh, and the video above was too cute. I love pretty girls too.

HNT - Cutest Panties

2009-01-29T04:37:00.000-08:00

Hubby got this pretty pair of panties for me the other day as a surprise. Entirely impractical with the big bow there, but so very cute they just have to be worn and shown off. So nice I have just the forum to do so.

Happy HNT

My Evening in 3rd Person Metaphor

2009-01-27T08:20:00.000-08:00

She was excited to go to the dance. She had gotten a new dress. Not the fanciest frock, but certainly something she felt pretty wearing. Hair up, make up a little more than usual, a bit of jewelry, new dancing shoes and a smile to light a room, at least that is what her handsome date said when she walked down the stairs. He was handsome too, showered and shaved and no baseball hat, new shirt and slacks, her heart beat a little faster as he smiled back up at her.

They were the underclassmen going to the high school dance for the first time, but as luck would have it she had made friends with some senior kids and going as a group was suggested. Well now, that would make things better for nervous nerves and to help her not make silly freshman mistakes.

Dinner out before a school dance is always fun. Laughing and teasing about what to expect. Nervous giggles and shy smiles, sneaking just a little liquid courage, good thing she had her fake I.D. Then it was time to go, a short drive, a beating heart and suddenly they were just there. New senior girlfriend smiled and said, “It will be ok.” And as soon as she walked through the doors she knew it would be.

Oh, some kids were already dancing. Lights were low, music offering a deep steady beat that moved inside her nicely. She wasn’t a wallflower, but neither did she jump on the dance floor. Just mingled, made a couple more new friends that she offered small talk to, watched the intricate steps of others. Some of the crowd flitted from on partner to another. Some were devoted and clearly there as exclusive couples. Some danced wild and crazy to the fast songs, they were exciting to watch, but she knew she didn’t know the steps. Some liked the slow and sensual dances. That was what really attracted her, that was the dance she wanted to try. She noticed the popular kids that everyone liked to watch. The pretty girls with the outgoing boys and they made quite the show of their complicated dance routine for all to admire.

As the evening wound down she smiled a warm smile at her date and asked him if he wanted to dance. She found this confident boy was even shyer than her when it came to this but he gave a very tentative yes. The waited for the right song and tucked away in a darkened corner of the dance floor and danced to a slow sensual song. It was over before she knew it. They went home together, and he kissed her a lovely kiss goodnight.

And she asked him if they might go dancing again.

And he said, "Yes, definitely."

(So, yes, all this to say... I had a great time out at Dragonsgate on Saturday night. In case anyone missed what the dance was... it involved, rope and cuffs and whips and floggers for most, hands and one pretty hard maple ruler for me. Thank you to Master Ron and Sebrina for holding my hand, literally and figuratively. We will be back, and Hubby even offered that he will be amenable to me playing a bit with other partners. Anyone care to dance?)

They Do What?!?

2009-01-26T18:39:00.000-08:00

Perhaps there is hope for those of us into the kinky
and worried about crazy laws, for just hear what
our new President and his pretty wife are into.

What do you do?

2009-01-22T08:29:00.000-08:00

Saturday night my wonderful spouse, Honey's Hubby, and I will be trying something new and hopefully very, very, very fun and hopefully very, very, very naughty. We will be going to a club in Orange County called Dragonsgate (DragonsGateStudios.com). I am being open minding and going with the flow. A go-see sort of thing. Another step on this interesting journey. I am open to the adventure and Hubby is being such a sweetie. He can be the most out-going shy guy you would want to know. So yes, I am bit more wild than he, so important that he feel comfortable about anything that might happen. He is my love, my protector, and my best friend. It is no fun without him. Which is true all the time, but Saturday even more so. I am excited.

Oh, and this adventure also means new clothes!!! Yea!!! So last night we went shopping and I got two new outfits. A girl has gotta have choices. One a bit wild, corset, black & white coat, can't decide what to wear underneath, maybe nothing but the corset. One a bit... hmmm... librarian would probably be the best description. I think the second will be the choice for Saturday. White blouse, ruffled collar, straight black skirt, stockings and my 5" black patent heels, hair up, ruler in hand, hmmm, maybe I will even wear my glasses. Kind of like the girl in this video at 2:05. So, have to love my 80's music. Goody two shoes indeed, in 5" heels.

So, we will see what the weekend brings. Wish me luck, or a good time, or break a leg, or something. :)

HNT-Necklace

2009-01-22T00:01:00.000-08:00

Permission to Orgasm

2009-01-19T09:01:00.000-08:00

asyourslave shared with me at The Org a simple task. He had to mark his body in dripped wax with an H (H for Honey). An orgasm was offered at the completion of the task but this darling boy wanted to take things a step further so he offered me this...

I did not cum after the task for 2 reasons. I did not want to lose the
feeling I experienced during the task and I also wanted to wait to hear if I
completed the task to your satisfaction. Again, thank you for this task and
allowing me to wear your mark.

This pleased me and after I offered him my reply and my approval he offered me this...

When I read your message, I immediately started to plan how I will complete
the final part of the task. I tend to masturbate often (too much!) and I want
this time to be special. Therefore I decided for the next 3 days I will not
touch myself in any way (skin to skin) other than touching my face. If I do
accidentally touch myself, at the end of the 3 days, I will complete an edge for
each time I violated the rules before I come.

So, that brings us to this morning and this IM exchange that I thought was quite special in the questions asked of me, and the emotions shared. For those who share in this lifestyle primarily online this seems to be a common struggle, the why of submission to someone remote. So I wanted to share it here with you not only because it is sexy and naughty (which it is) but because I think it shares something real and of value about the experience.

asyourslave: excuse me - may I ask you a question?
Miss Honey: yes... of course you may
asyourslave: I am writing my report and have completed 4 edges (minor touching over the past 3 days all by accident) I would like to cum now with your permission
Miss Honey: oh... well now... what a delicious thing
asyourslave: I seek only to please you
Miss Honey: yes... you may cum... on your knees
asyourslave: would you like for me to eat my cum?
Miss Honey: is it a limit?
asyourslave: I have only done it once before but I saw on your blog you like your slave to do so
Miss Honey: cum on the floor... lick it up... at least one nice long lick... and that will make me quite pleased and show beautiful submission
asyourslave: thank you
Miss Honey: thank you dear, that is always quite sexy
asyourslave: I saw you like your slaves in panties - I purchased some on Saturday and am wearing only them now
Miss Honey: what color and style?
asyourslave: http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/intimates/panties/boyshortshipsters/PRD~282786/Maidenform+Lace+Boyshorts.jsp
asyourslave: are the panties I purchased
Miss Honey: beautiful, how do you feel in them?
asyourslave: both disturbed and aroused
Miss Honey: tell me?
asyourslave: I struggled this weekend with my role why do I need to be submissive
asyourslave: I didn't touch myself all weekend - when I showered I wore this socks on my hands so I couldn't feel my skin, definitely not normal
Miss Honey: no
asyourslave: I am here chatting with someone (my first chat) wearing nothing but panties yet I am excited and thrilled and scared
asyourslave: why do I enjoy wearing them (I bought 2 other pairs)
asyourslave: I like the way they look on me
asyourslave: I want to please you and I don't know why
asyourslave: the way I feel is so strong right now
asyourslave: Sorry - I think I am rambling
Miss Honey: it may have a lot to do with this... I am loving and caring... I do not judge... I allow you to simply explore these feelings and these actions that make you excited... that is part of why you want to please me...
Miss Honey: it is an exchange… for my acceptance of you... you offer to me
Miss Honey: but I am also safe in a way... there is a physical distance... that allows you to share in a way that is still under your control even when offering that which excites you... you are giving it as a gift
asyourslave: But what do you need/want from us who serve you? It needs to be a reciprocal relationship.
Miss Honey: I get pleasure... I am turned on by what turns you on... I enjoy sharing... I enjoy knowing... I enjoy it when the adrenalin surges thru you... when you tremble on your knees doing what I ask...
Miss Honey: I am offered gifts of submission and that is pleasurable for me
Miss Honey: you offer to me...
Miss Honey: your emotions
Miss Honey: your actions
Miss Honey: every sped up heart beat is delicious to me
Miss Honey: I enjoy sex and sexuality...
Miss Honey: I enjoy pushing you to explore your desires and sharing those desires
asyourslave: I want to share the pictures I have taken (of your mark, the H in red wax, me in the panties I purchased for your) but am scared - I don't want to get caught. May I email them to you for your pleasure? It is safe to say you have my emotions and my actions for the past 72 hours have been because of you. and I am grateful
Miss Honey: That would please me very much... yes, you may email them to me.
asyourslave: Thank you. You have been very kind to me and I appreciate the opportunity to chat. I am sure you are busy and I have some unfinished business to take care of - 1 long lick.
Miss Honey: lol... yes... do enjoy...
Miss Honey: I would like to include this chat on my blog if you are comfortable with that... I think many struggle just as you are and I believe it would be a good thing to share
asyourslave: it would be an honor
Miss Honey: wonderful, have a nice and naughty day... xxoo

Over the Stool - MFM #11

2009-01-19T04:40:00.000-08:00

“No, really just having you put on the panties would be too easy.” I said, the look on his face was priceless; he went from pure ecstasy to despair in a single breath as I took the panties from him.

I moved to a small stool in the middle of the room. In my hand now were my red silk panties and my black sheer stockings that he would soon be wearing. “Crawl here.” He did so quickly, no hesitation at all. “I will put them on you myself. I like dressing up my playthings. But first a bit of control will be needed for that pesky hard on you are waving about as if it impresses me. And certainly your little asshole will need to be mine as well. I think this plug will fit you nicely.” I said picking up a large pink toy from a shelf.

“Hmmm, shall I fill your pretty ass first or lock up that pathetic little cock before I dress you?" I pretended to contemplate that choice for a bit as he knelt there before me, he was trembling in obvious anticipation. "Oh, I do think we shall start with that cute tight ass. I want you face down over the stool. Quickly now, we don’t want to be late for the party.”

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Written for Microfantasy Monday at the Sweltering Celt. This week's theme, furniture. This is a snippit of a story I am writing with dz. at The Org this week.

I would so love to have a photo to illustrate this story. If you would like to offer me a picture of you over a stool, bottom ready for me, I would simply adore it. You can email the photo to me at slusby6969@yahoo.com.

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Sam's bottom looks ready for all I could want to offer.

dz. is so nicely available for me here.

Cock in Cursive

2009-01-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

This is a beautiful gift offered by François. I adore the sweet swirl there at the tip, the way the line is thick and thin perfectly. I told him I thought it looked almost like writing in cursive... cock in cursive... I like the way that sounds and love the way it looks. Thank you François

Sign of the Times

2009-01-14T19:19:00.000-08:00

So tomorrow is Third Thursday and all those living in the Inland Empire here in SoCal are welcome to join the chat, drinks and general hanging out at Omaha Jacks in Rancho (oh, just Google it) 7 p.m. tomorrow.

A few potential new friends never found the group last month so I promised to make a sign for the meeting this month. I made this today and think it will do the job perfectly.

Sweet and innocent. Yes, that is exactly what I am. ;)

Color Coordinated Pedicure

2009-01-14T11:54:00.000-08:00

I thought I would color coordinate this pedicure with my pet.

Either that or I have found something new to bind someone with. ;)

SD 24 - Pitts 35

2009-01-12T08:42:00.000-08:00

It was a very strange season. But now it is over.

I do love sports, and I still think we have a good team.

But, it does make me sad that we are done for this season.

I am entirely not a fan of our current coach, Fuckin' Norv Turner. (Did you pick up on that at all during the season?) I think he is a poor decision maker and really doesn't care that much. When I saw him shrug his shoulder, like oh well, at the post game news conference, OMG I was yelling and cursing at the TV.

The Chargers played well late in the season. And Phillip Rivers has become a leader who really took charge and made things happen. This Sunday though we were just unable to overcome a superior defense, had some strangely bad breaks and made some costly errors.

So now, it is wait again until next season.

What the F%#$

2009-01-11T19:12:00.000-08:00

Go ahead, tell me in explicit detail exactly what you would use this for.

Though there is a right answer, maybe you will please me with something creative.

The Tipping of a Roommate - Chapter 8

2009-01-11T12:31:00.000-08:00

Read Chapter 1
Read Chapter 2
Read Chapter 3
Read Chapter 4
Read Chapter 5
Read Chapter 6
Read Chapter 7

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“Slut!” I said with force as I pulled the blindfold from her eyes. “Five days you have been kneeling over the Exposer. Five days! And you have gotten more slutty not less. Look how you are filled.”

She trembled there in front of me. I was close to her. Inside of her personal space. Her breath was ragged as she finished her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. She could orgasm at this point from just kneeling over it in less than a minute. She tried to fight it, moaning and crying, but this girl's body was made for pleasure. I so enjoyed watching the way she bucked her hips with each orgasm, and loved how she cried out my name in a way that was beyond arousing. Each afternoon I would watch her from my bed or desk, entirely too distracted to do my homework. I would slip my hand down into my shorts and play while watching her rock and writhe there on the huge candle. It took everything I had not to push her farther these days. But I just wanted her to learn what those orgasms felt like, how they began, what the signs her own body gave her. As she fought each she was also training herself to know them. It was also stretching her tight little pussy, making her crave that hugely full feeling. I planned on keeping her full more and more. I stood in front of her, my crotch just inches from her face. I had taken off my shorts and wore just panties and a baby doll t-shirt. I stood with my hands on my hips. She began to cry then. The toy still buzzed inside of her she was filled and stretched and as sexually charged as a girl could be. I moved in closer pulled her to me, stroked her hair. Her head turned, her wet cheek rubbed against my pussy.

“There, there, my naughty girl. You just can't help it.” I held her tight to me just barely moving my hips in time to my strokes on her hair, each one a bit more firm. Her sobs grew louder as she gave in yet again to the Exposer there between her thighs, another orgasm already. Lovely slut she was. Just as she cried out I wrapped my hand around her hair and pulled back hard, her head back her mouth open, her eyes open she looked up at me entirely helpless. Pain, she would so need to associate pain with the pleasure I would allow. She cried out and I used the control I had with my hand in her hair to push her mouth against me. He scream vibrated against me, oh, it was a sweet moment.

I let her go abruptly then. Stepped away from her and went to the small chart on the wall. Bring me your Exposer if you can bare to remove it from your slut hole, you wicked girl. Only a true slut would desire to be spread open so wide, to be filled so completely. Only a true slut wouldn't fight those sinful tremblings. It is time we increase the tests, and the punishments, you must be taught the ways I want for you.” She bent forward and pulled the huge phallus from her wet cunt. She carefully kept a finger pressed to the spot where it had filled her. I made a show of measuring, sighing and shaking my head as I marked the inches on chart.

I pulled the chart from the wall and tossed it onto the floor. “Count those inches. For every quarter inch you will be punished. How many spanking will you suffer slut?”

She hung her head low to the floor. Her hair hiding her face. “18 inches Miss Natalie. Seventy-two is the number I deserve, please punish me for my wickedness.”

While she was counting I had pulled two toys from my collection in the box under my bed. I sat down on my bed and said to her, “Get the ruler from my desk.”

She never got off her knees. She had to reach around the Exposer where I had set it on my desk and I wondered if she could smell her slut juices that coated it being that close.

“Stop.” I ordered. “Kiss the Exposer to show your appreciation to it for doing its job so well. The put the ruler in your mouth and crawl to me slut.”

She turned to me, nodded and said, “Yes, Miss Natalie.” And then the sweet little thing did exactly as I asked. I tried to hide my pleasure at her obedience, I kept the smile from my lips until she was crawling to me on all fours and couldn't see me for hanging her head in shame. I needed to stay stern right now, there would be time for soothing her later. Keeping her constantly off balance was key. As she reached me I said, “Turn around. Head on the floor. Spread your knees wide.” At each order she did exactly what she was told. “As I offer you this punishment you will need to be aware of your slutty ways. You need to understand fully why you are being punished. It is because your holes are sinful.” I took a vibrating butt plug and turn it on. It was small and with as hot and bothered as she was I didn't worry a bit about it fitting into her tight ass. I used her own copious juices still leaking from her pussy to lube it. When it was wet I slowly pushed it into her ass. She arched her back even more and moaned beautifully. “This is your dirty hole and feeling this filling you up is going to remind you what a dirty girl you are.” I then took the bigger of toys. “And this hole is proved it is nothing but a place full of sin.” I filled her pussy with a very large vibrating toy. “Prove to me you know how full of sin you are by not allowing that to fall from you and allowing the sin to escape onto me.” Even I thought this line of thought was pushing things a bit, but she just nodded and closed her spread apart legs. “Now, come here,” I said sitting back farther on the bed. “It is time for your punishment.” And I patted my bare thigh.

What a Week

2009-01-11T08:32:00.001-08:00

Work has been overwhelming this week. I am exhausted. Year end and entirely too many beans to count. And a boss that I would really like to take over my knee and use my new ruler on. Sighhhh. It isn't that I dislike my job, just sometimes it is beyond tedious. This week has been one of those weeks. When it just seems like the to-do list is increasing exponentially.

There has been some fun this week. Some chats with various naughty friends online, on cam, on voice. Acker was particularly sexy for me on his knees in red panties stroking his pretty cock. Hubby has been a lovely dear and made me happy (very happy) on numerous occasions. He is sleeping in right now here next to me. As he got home from work very late last night. But perhaps a little morning wake up sex will put him in a good mood for the day. :)

And of course last Saturday was exciting and fun as My Chargers got a stunning 23-17 win in overtime versus Indy. Sproles was amazing as he was called on after an injured LT had to sit on the bench and watch as Darren ran, caught, zigged and zagged for an unbelievable game. The punter Scifres did his job beyond belief as well keeping Indy deep back each time he kicked. When Sproles ran into the end zone during overtime I was jumping and yelling. Gotta love sports, break your heart or lift you up... it is always fun.

Today my boys play in COLDDDDDD Pittsburgh and Big Ben could prove a difficult mountain to move. I hate to wish ill for anyone. But if that concussion he got two weeks ago is still spinning little stars and birdies around his head I won't be too sad. 1:45 California time I will be in front of a TV dipping chips in guacamole and cheering loud for my team. It has been an unbelievable season so far, anything is possible. Win or lose my team made me proud here at the end overcoming poor coaching, injuries and showing tremendous heart.

Third Thursday is just around the corner. this week, the 15th here in the Inland Empire. This month we are trying a new place to see if all the table hopping can be avoided. If you are from the SoCal and want to stop by for conversations, friendship, sharing the naughty and a drink, please join us at Omaha Jacks in Rancho Cucamonga, 11837 Foothill Boulevard (corner of Foothill & Rochester) http://www.omahajacks.com/ 7pm until whenever. On this week's agenda for me will be to go shoe shopping and get a new pedicure before Thursday. :) And I do plan on bringing my Mistress Honey ruler... just in case anyone is interested in a smack or two (or three).