Sunday, September 28, 2008

Thinking


My Pet has dragged me here
to post
"something".
He tells me there are visitors who are disappointed not to see any comments from me. I doubt it. Pet does his best to chronicle every aspect of our activities.
______I am a bit low right now. My surgery was cancelled at the last minute because of an illness in the surgeon's family. I ate a whole coconut cream pie for no good reason.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Our Life...again

I have taken my Pet off the shelf, and put him back to work as my personal body slave. He has really been goofing off lately, and I got tired of the sullen looks and sarcastic comments (and Pet wasn't any better). This afternoon we are dusting off our almost new, CB 3000, and putting it to use. A few weeks ago, he found it on the internet for a very good price. We were a little worried, because of the low price, and it took weeks to arrive (Pet was positive that we had been had). To what agency does one turn about dissatisfaction with such an intimate product? It turned out to be a Chinese knock-off, and needed a few minor adjustments....but it will properly control the Little Guy and The Boys, whilst massaging Pet's fertile brain.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

To Be Or Not To Be.........

We haven't been ourselves lately.



I haven't posted anything here since last March.

After a short vacation with friends, I came home with a lovely case of bronchitis, that took me and the entire month of April for a joy ride.

Stuff happens. Time can also fly when you are not having a good time. May and June came and went, with a few tiny bubbles of the FLR.

Lethargy becomes easy. Guilt doesn't help.

I guess what I am trying to say is, we have had a few months of the doldrums for one reason or another, and another, and another. Since we both desire our FLR to exist; it will. We will have to work on it until it becomes second nature again. There is not a chance that we will cease to be a couple, because we are completely devoted to each other. So, there it is.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Slowly....Very .....Slowly




I will admit that all bankers are not inherently evil....except for the one that is handling the paperwork on our son's house purchase.

A twisted individual.





Saturday, March 15, 2008

Boy 'o Boy




What shall we do with all the additional privacy?
Plans are in the works for an indoor "gymnasium room". The grocery bill is bound to go down. I won't have to wonder where my DVDs went.

WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH ALL THE ADDITIONAL PRIVACY? (SMILE)


TWO WEEKS AND COUNTING.........

Monday, March 10, 2008

Results of Second Test

This result isn't as bad as I thought it might be. I am a Romantic.... Top. I think my Pet will like this :) I am feeling better already.

My Erotic Personality is The Romantic. Take the Erotic Personality Quiz on SageVivant.com and discover yours!I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Romantic!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now..

Who? Moi?


Just a few days ago, I took a frivolous test that proclaimed me a TOP. How satisfying to be officially in charge. Did I cheat on the test? No, I don't think so. However, any test results must consider the state of the person taking the test, at that particular time. Today, with more external stresses than last week, I have been cut down to size. Hormones running amok? Perhaps. My Pet never "cuts me down to size". I manage to be self destructive very well all by myself. I might just hop over to that test site and take the test again.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Device of Obedience

In truth, the Device of Obedience, is not the item pictured.
The Device of Obedience is my dog training collar, modified to fit a much smaller dog. I find it effective at ranges up to a few hundred feet. If Pet is slow on his feet, then the intensity can be raised accordingly. He then moves faster. I do not use the Device of Obedience when he is on the scaffold, forty feet up, or when he is bringing me my freshly ground and brewed morning coffee. Twouldn't be right. If I hear any complaints, the intensity is turned up. More complaints, or a less than happy expression, causes the intensity to go up. Eventually complete obedience is achieved. I give this training tool ***** stars.


No harm or injury was suffered by my Pet in the performance of his duties :)

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Who? Moi?

Whilst wandering about the web, and reading some hot blogs, I stumbled on a quiz..an erotic quiz. So, I took it, and behold...I am a TOP!

My Erotic Personality is The Top. Take the Erotic Personality Quiz on SageVivant.com and discover yours!I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Top!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.


This picture, however, doesn't look a thing like me.

Friday, February 22, 2008

My Pet's Fantasy


My Pet found this photograph during his cruising activity, and was very impressed. However he does not like to publish other people's creations. I publish anything that strikes a cord. The situation depicted is a simple depiction of a FLR. It conveys the essence of FLR, in a loving way. I did take quite a few liberties with the original photograph, adding collar and cuffs, etc. I do enjoy the decorative trappings of our relationship ;)

Saturday, February 16, 2008

THE PERFECT F.L.R.


The perfect sought after F.L.R. does not exist, except in fantasies.
We can from time to time experience periods of near perfection, but as in any relationship, there are highs and lows. We are mostly happy muddling along down the middle, hoping for an occasional high, and trying like hell to avoid the lows.
I hurt my Pet's feelings a day ago. I sometimes forget that while he presents himself as a manly-climb-on-the-roof-fix-all-the-problems-kinda guy.....To me he is vulnerable in a way he is not to any other. While he has devoted himself to my well being and care, I can't forget that his well being is in my hands as well. I have apologized to him personally, and now here as well.
You are precious to me my Pet. ...now get over it.

Make certain the bed is made to my specifications, & clean the bathtub. It has been several days since I was "pleasured"....See to it. You can start with a full body massage.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Eyes Have It



I was asked recently, that had I a choice, do I choose sounds, smells or images. There was no question in my mind that I choose images. I am a visual artist. I enjoy music and adore the smell of fresh herbs; I am inspired by the images I see. This illustration is of my favorite subject performing household chores. I prefer for him to be in his natural state whenever possible; and that seems to be 98% of the time. He is an inspiration!

Friday, February 8, 2008

When She Was Good She Was Very Very Good...



There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good she was very very good
But when she was bad she was awful.

My parents have been visiting for the past few days, and I have been a very good girl. No matter that I have been married for decades; when my folks come to town I regress. Good advice is offered by friends and my Pet. Stand up for yourself. Don't get pushed into doing things you don't want to do. It's your house...yadda yadda yadda. So, daily, I end up hitting every thrift-store within driving distance, not standing up for myself, getting parental opinions about my home, my children, my pets, and then, eating way too much at All You Dare To Eat Buffets. And what of my Pet? I throw myself on a grenade and do not require that he accompany us on these jaunts. He gently awakens me in the pre-dawn with a kiss on my bottom. Brings me freshly ground, brewed coffee in bed, and tries not to add a straw to my burden. As I have so sweetly said on more than one occasion, when I am stressed to the breaking point, "I will go crazy and take you down with me". He can be so supportive when motivated by fear. Tonight I am expecting one of his special full body massages. I told him I wanted every square inch of my body massaged, and he answered, "there are no square inches on your body but I will do my best". He will.


p.s. yes, I love my parents.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

An Ode to My Roof Pet

When all the leaks start getting me down
And soggy plaster is just too much to face
I climb way up to the top of the scaffold
And all my cement tiles fall into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the circling vultures don’t bother me
Let me tell you now

When I climb down feelin' tired and beat
I was up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)
I got away from the hustling brats
And all the sewer rats down near the street (up on the roof)
On the roof, the only place I know
Where I just have to climb to make it so
Please ...don’t make me go … (up on the roof)

At night the stars put on a show for free
And, darling, call 911, & share it all with me

I keep a-tellin' you

Right outside the upside of down
I've found some cracks & crap that's a troubled roof (up on this roof)
And if watchin me up here starts getting you down
Just put a rope around your waist and join me (up on the roof)

There's room enough for two, (or three or four extra firemen)
Up on the roof (up on the roof)
Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof)
Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof)

Please hep me git down offa this roof (offa this ro-oo-oof)
[Fade]
Everything is quite not right (here on the roof)
[Fading quavering cry, followed by loud thump]

Monday, January 28, 2008

Modigliani, forgive me

Searched far and wide for a picture to illustrate the adventure I experienced last night with my Pet. While thousands of interested folk visit his blog; I am content to lurk in the background and observe the goings on. To read the story behind the picture, visit Hers forever. The randy pup loves comments...Tell him I sent you.

Friday, January 25, 2008

My Ghost Pet


As has been previously mentioned, I have been struggling through a time of depression. Nothing posted. No real adventures about which to post. My Pet, however, has been supportive, and continues to hope for me to come out from under the futon. He went so far as to write a scenario as me. I encouraged him in this (kept him busy). After reading it, I thought this was a good opportunity to give him what he has desired. A glimpse into my head. He has wanted me to write my thoughts, as he does. I haven’t. I tend to be flippant as a form of self-defense. What have I to defend against? Nothing really, but an early lifetime of betrayal….but that is a whole ‘nother ball of wax.

So, friends, here is my Pet’s essay as me (written by him)….and partially rewritten by me. Confused?

He is definitely kinky. No worries, though. I know that no matter what I do to him, he would never hurt me. He might try to defend himself; he might try to stop me, but would not hurt me. So, he is kinky, but kinky in a good way.

He loves to serve me. He especially loves to serve me in personal ways. Even when doing impersonal service, such as hand-washing the dishes, he likes to get something personal involved. One of the things that I do is attach the parachute to his boys. This gives me an opportunity to cause him mild to severe discomfort while he is serving me in the impersonal way. It is funny to see him trying to walk to minimize the strain on his parts, yet trying to get his current chore done. (Though I have not actually done this particular thing, I was intrigued enough to leave it in…. It just may be true very soon).

Speaking of serving me, I have this picture in my mind. It was a photograph of a woman who appears to have arrived from the outside. She is standing in an entryway of a neat room. Before her is a naked man on his knees. He is obviously subservient in the most profound way. She stands above him, looking magnificent, and apparently enjoying her position. I like to re-live this scenario with him. I like to see him on his knees. I want him to kiss my foot as a demonstration of his acceptance of his servitude to me. Not as a subhuman, rather, as a preferred and special companion. Sort of like an intelligent pet. Yes. That Is what I really like. An intelligent Pet.

He does a lot of things for me that formerly were my chores. It was his choice to take on these responsibilities, and who am I to argue. His choice relieves me of the repetitive and tedious chores, and gives him an opportunity to demonstrate his devotion to me. He does not complete individual chores to my satisfaction occasionally, but he is much more dependable and consistent. He hopes this gives me time to think of ways to apply the ideas to reinforce his voluntary servitude. It is to show I appreciate his service, that I am giving him some of what I know he craves. I don’t want to give him all. That would be a demonstration of my becoming his servant. But I give him enough to support his way of life, and to think of how lucky he is for the opportunity to give me pleasure.

Once in a while he becomes too full of himself. These are the times when I need to do two things. First, he needs a correction, so that he does not continue on that totally wrong road. Last, he needs to think that he is not manipulating me in any way. I rarely do what I choose to do, yet if he is trying to predict my behavior, he must be proven wrong. The only thing that I must remember and maintain, is that he needs reinforcement. I never ignore him (as he is always on my mind), but if he does not perform as I expect, it is because I have not taken my position as seriously as he thinks and wishes I would. It is impossible to be always a few steps ahead of what he is thinking. His mind is constantly turned on. I can try to relax from time to time, and expect him to pleasure me in his own way. But in general, and on the long run, it is really up to me (?) what I want and what I get. It is up to me…………. in this erotic tug ‘o war.

If I took more time, I could rewrite even more, but I decided to just make a few adjustments.……J Indeed, it can be exhausting to be IN CHARGE, especially if one is not up to the task mentally. Back to the futon.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Thursday, January 10, 2008

As Time Goes By......

The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by.
I have read on my Pet's blog, that I have enslaved him with my essence, looks, voice and, dare I say, sparkling personality. In spite of my failings he has pledged himself to me...for ever. I probably shouldn't be posting at this time. Not being in control, I may write something I will rush back to delete, when I "come to my senses". I am not all here right now. This happens, unexpectedly, from time to time, and really messes with us. I have read a few blogs about couples coping with family, kids, work, and trying to keep a healthy FLR. I am sure there must be some, coping with mental health issues. I hope for all your sakes, that the person you love and depend upon, supports you during those times when you can be most unlovable.

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Thursday, January 3, 2008