Never enough...but almost.

It's not often that Master and I are able to get time alone together. It worked out in a rather unusual way this time, but it did work out. There was so much running about we had to do on Saturday that by the time we arrived home, all either of us could think of was sleep. Although, Master did have a good laugh at me as I apparently gave myself some first degree burns on the front of my thighs from a campfire we visited.

It was the sleep of the dead, which I needed so badly, as I haven't slept through the night for months and months. Waking was a delight, still curled up next to Master, naked in his arms. With no where to rush off to, we started the day with sex and a shower. When we came downstairs, because Master had a hankering to play Skyrim, he put me in a modified frog tie, which is my absolute favorite, and used the last of the vet-wrap to take away my hands and turn them to paws. There is some bondage which is always a bit of a struggle for me to sink into the pleasure of, but this frog tie is not one of those. The minute one of my legs is trapped and the best I can do is crawl and shuffle about on my knees, lust runs away with me and I am nothing but a creature of need.

Master fucked me, and it slaked the lust, enough. Master played Skyrim, while I lay on the floor, alternatively struggling up to get my knees under me, rolling on my back with my “paws” playfully in the air, and laying on my belly with my trapped legs keeping me from grinding against the floor or dog pillows. We had plans to meet the matinee time so that we could see a movie (“The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies” was our choice, though it is the only one we had a chance to see in theaters.), and as the time slipped by, Master intermittently teasing me and playing Skyrim, I half hoped that Master would loose track of time and leave me in the frog tie... I'm not sure I could have lasted longer than the two hours that I did lay and kneel at Master's feet, fingerless and footless, but I almost wanted him to make me last longer. (And this is the first that Master will know of this, because I was ashamed to ask and looking forward to seeing a movie in the theater.)

We came home from the theater, exuberant and delighted with the completion of the (movie that should have been no more than two parts). While we love the book as is, without the extras, we admire the tasteful choices that Jackson made in transitioning the story to a three part epic. In the mood for fantasy, we began watching the Lord of the Rings series, and Master again bound me and tormented me, namely with foot bondage which is so tastefully painful. Paracord makes an excellent tool for this as it's fine enough to weave in tight places, but has enough tooth to bite where Master wants it to bite. It's an amazing feeling as I become so concerned with grazing my foot against the floor, while it continues to ache because the paracord's bite against my toes and arches, to be so unconcerned with the belt Master looped around my neck. While I gasped for air, or didn't, I was so focused on my feet not impacting the ground while Master fucked me that I rode on crescendo after crescendo of bliss without ever tipping over the edge.

I lost track of the orgasms Master permitted...but if every weekend had hours of bondage and six or eight sexual encounters...I would be a happy, happy creature indeed.

Welcome to 2015

The new year has come. Hard to believe another whole year has passed. 

So many changes, some of them wonderful, some not so much. This week for example, due to Master’s work, I will lose family dinner time. In fact, I’ll be tucking the kids in on my own, and poor Master will probably have to eat microwaved leftovers. Trying to see the silver lining here, though, in that Master won’t be rushing out the door in the morning before my brain comprehends that coffee is a beverage, and that to cook Master’s breakfast, one must turn the stovetop burner on.

I have so much I want to say, but I’m sure most of it those of you who read here wouldn't really care to read… so much real life stuff and angst, stuff that’s so personal, I probably wouldn't write it anyway. My heart is so full of joy from all the good of the year, but it’s also breaking with all the bad of the last year. There’s a lot of the tough stuff that I know is going to trickle into 2015, and the best I can do is hope that we’re (collective “we” which includes those who have free will to keep doing the wrong things, too) doing the right things to make it better, things that’ll repair the damage in my heart.

One extraordinary thing from 2014 was being friends with @padmeamidala; she’s kind and patient and even though she had so much going on herself this year, she was always willing to let me pour my own heart and angst out. Someday, I really hope we can have our coffee  together in person!

I am going to continue to hope that there is so much joy in 2015 my heart will soar again; that I’ll find the inspiration to really seriously take up painting and art again. I lust for the time for serious kink and play, and Master and I are crossing our fingers that we’ll be able to make one of our favorite summer things happen. 

I wish all of you a wonderful 2015; with everything you need and lots of what you want!