Thursday, November 29, 2007

Lyrics.....................


Music and Lyrics by Dorothy Fields and Jimmy McHugh

I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Dream a while scheme a while
We're sure to find
Happiness and I guess
All those things you've always pined for
Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day
You know darned well, baby
I can't give you anything but love

I Can't Give You Anything But Love......


My Pet has just posted a blog about the exchange of power, the sharing of power, the unending inexhaustible supply of power. Please, go read it...then hurry back here to me and explain just what he said. He has the mind of an engineer. I think like an artist...And never the twain shall meet. I may have lost my "logical" brain cells during a childhood bout of measles, and I have no hope around gears and pulleys. He played with mercury as a young child, which might explain his absolute puzzlement with intuition. How we ever manage to fit our parts together is a mystery. Our vacation begins very soon, and fit them together we shall.
Penciled in, we have daily massages and body worship, at least one piercing, a naked Pet bar-b-q-ing out on our balcony (with the possibility of me bailing him out of jail). People can be such prudes. I intend to give him lots to write about.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

It's Not What You Have, It's What You Do With It...part Two



I posted this photograph on Tuesday, and today, Wednesday, my Pet said that it is open to many interpretations. I believe my meaning was clear. It's a giant cock. A turgid dork. Spear of love, male erection, hard-on, OR the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It's all where your mind happens to be. Mine is on our imminent vacation....oh, and all the hoped for lubricious adventures to come.


Monday, November 26, 2007

My Hour Is Almost Come....


Thanksgiving has been and gone, leaving a few covered dishes of mystery food, which my Beloved insists we finish before any additional hunting/gathering. I know he had hoped that with the passing of the holiday, I would get back down to "business". My business being, HIM.

I have been told that being a perfectionist is a curse. To create a perfect experience, all about me must be just right. No company expected? Check. Kids gone for the weekend? Check. Dogs out? Check. Set my Pet to work turning down the sheets, and laying out the toys. Check. Warm up the hormones with some light porn, and I am good to go. Check. So, after all this prep, how did our evening "hit the fan?" My caring, adorable, considerate, thoughtful (and VERY skilled) Pet, mistook my deeply felt yelps of pleasure for screams of pain, and stopped his ministrations at a MOST unfortunate moment. I have to admit, I was most ungracious at the interruption.....I could have been nicer. I would have been more forgiving, if the same thing had not happened not too long ago. I ordered the poor dear from my presence, and gradually cooled down. Mentally, and physically. I, of course, finally went to find him, and we ended our romantic evening watching Inspector Clouseau fall all over HIS wife. Should I have gotten right back on that horse? Probably.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Outrageous Fortune

Our "Failure To Launch" children MUST know that mama and papa are "active". They have certainly had enough warnings about not running up stairs without properly signaling in advance. Heaven forbid, my poor innocents be struck blind. We oldsters should be past all that by now for Pete's sake. Then we delve into that delicious world beyond mere vanilla. The kinky side. If we are too old for the old wham bamm, thankee mam, then what do the kidlets think of the occasional cattle whip on the bedroom floor? Riding crops, leather cuffs, and chains? Have they picked up on, Mother is now in charge of things around here? Thank goodness MY parents never had....s e x.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Slings and Arrows

Not exactly slings and arrows; but those occasions and circumstances that tend to get in the way of a relationship. We welcome some, try to avoid others; but there are times that try ones devotion to a certain lifestyle. We enjoy our little sexy rut, and don't like to be disturbed down here. However: Inlaws come to visit, kids move back home, my brother's bankruptcy, grandma's's trip to the ER, a winter cold, sprained back, family reunions..............Simply worrying about THINGS coming up on the calendar can throw a wrench into our world. The holiday season has come upon us, with all the attachments. Hang on sweetheart...It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Whether It Is Simpler To Suffer............



We have hit a "patch of vanilla" on our road of life. Some people get along just fine with vanilla. It is the most often purchased flavor of ice creams.
Others, find the addition of chocolate or strawberry syrup titillating. I like a banana split with LOTS of nuts.
Sometimes I will just hold the banana, and slurp up the cream and nuts.
Occasionally I am satisfied with a small dish of sugar free gelatin.
It is all part of life's grand pageant.

Friday, November 9, 2007

That IS the Question


I am not a cruel person. I have been called a Mistreatess; but in a loving way. Very loving. If I did not have deep feelings for my Pet, I would not gift him with my "attentions". He more than earns his place in my life, and I cherish him.

Because of the above, there is a good chance that on any given day, he might find himself restricted, bound, caged, spanked, whipped, twitched, manipulated, teased, tortured, and titillated. Ain't love grand?


Tuesday, November 6, 2007

THE WAY THINGS ARE



"True submission
is not about what the domme does
TO the sub.

It's about what the sub does
FOR the domme."

Ms. Rika