Sunday again, tomorrow is back to work, back to real life. Or is it my fake life, the real one being the time I spend away from the office? There seems to be such a contrast between the two. I work in a typical office. I have to dress office-like, nothing too sexy of course. Can’t show my tattoo, that would be frowned upon. And skirts or dresses can’t be too short. No jeans. We do have the occasional casual Friday, what a treat! I’m not complaining, I like my job (although very busy and stressed, lately). Just wanted to provide some sort of background, paint a picture of my work environment. How utterly normal it is, how vanilla, corporate, whatever you want to call it.

Then there is my personal life. A typical weekend will see us going out once or twice, with some friends coming over for shooters first. Oftentimes, a crop or a whip will be brought out. In fact, last night I gave one of our friends a few good swats with the crop. Don’t worry, he likes it Read the rest of this entry »

Sometimes I wonder that Boy Toy is submissive. He is so independent, can be such a brat. You should see him, right now. We are drinking a few shooters, about to go out dancing and partying. He has a whip. He’s “practicing”. He just cut a napkin in half… He’s pretty damn good at this; it’s very impressive, seeing him go. And kinda scary. So… submissive? Yup. Really.

A little earlier tonight, I ordered him to wear the ball cuff. I told him, “Tonight, you’re totally mine. You’re wearing this.” I had him lock it, and I was wearing the key on a chain around my neck. But the little padlock pinched his skin, so I was considerate enough to let him wear it without the lock. I still have the key on a chain, though. We’ll see if anyone asks about it! Whenever no one’s looking, I sneak a feel of his balls. I like to check that he’s still wearing the cuff. Such a good Boy Toy.

Well, I think we just had our last vodka shooter. Time to go shake this sexy booty…

Wow, he’s really back in the game, this week. Two nights ago, just before bed, I tried telling him some kinky stuff to provoke him into dreaming. It didn’t work… Or maybe it was delayed? He dreamed this one last night. Here’s his telling of it:

This one is very vague, like it’s missing or skipping pieces and it’s again about “in session” stuff, what is it with that shit!

I’m talking to you and you’re asking if I’m “in session” and I’m not sure. It seems that for some reason, I’m supposed to look in the mirror to find out if I am or not. So I’m looking in the mirror for signs and I notice this collar on me, then I look down and I see these big steel locking cuffs. Read the rest of this entry »

I seem to be having a problem with my fractions. This is supposed to be HALF-Nekkid Thursday, but somehow I always get it wrong. To be fair though, I’m not actually completely naked in this picture. No, I’m wearing those hot boots you all like so much. Sorry I had to crop them out… 

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According to my contract with Boy Toy, when I’m at his place and we’re alone, he must smoke his cigarettes kneeling, naked, in front of me. But lately, Boy Toy’s been stressed and overworked, which tends to make him less submissive and more of a brat.

So of course, he’s been trying to avoid smoking while I’m there, waiting for as long as he can, and getting impatient and snippy. Or he’ll whine and complain when it’s time to smoke, because he has to close all the curtains, get undressed, kneel in front of his beautiful Owner… What a drag!

But I understand. I’m stressed and overworked, too. So I try to accomodate him, I really do. Last weekend, for instance, twice I let him smoke without the normally required protocole. In exchange for this generous gesture, all I asked for was two hours in the chain harness, at my convenience. So that’s four hours, he owes me. Lovely!

Well, it looks like I had to say that Boy Toy doesn’t dream anymore for him to start dreaming again. This one’s kind of funny, with a gloomy, nightmare-ish start that obviously refers to our vacation (cottage by the sea, bad weather…). Of course, it has to turn to kink, being conjured by Boy Toy’s mind. I’m sure shrinks would have a field day, trying to come up with some significance for these dreams… Be gentle, Boy Toy feels quite shy about exposing his mind so thoroughly. Enjoy!

We were walking towards a cottage that we had rented, yup, reference to the trip, and it was really fucked up because it was almost in the ocean but huge waves were coming in, so huge that it was scary to go even near the cottage. It was up on stilts later, it was getting worse and worse. This huge log was crashing against the stilts and I was trying to push it away while you were screaming to me that a wave was coming, it was kinda dark and gloomy.

Then we decided that we weren’t going to stay, or we were looking for the owner to tell them that this was dangerous and made no sense. I felt we got really ripped off or screwed over. And you were talking with locals, one was this old lady with a bucket, almost looked like milk bucket, yup, the real local look. And I was looking back at the cottage and the waves were even higher now, really stressed about where the fuck we were going to stay and trying to wonder if this was all normal as a cottage, like if there was a solution, move it? Block the waves… something I didn’t see or understand? Read the rest of this entry »

Sunday afternoon, another weekend has come and gone. Weekends are generally shared with Boy Toy, and Sunday afternoons always find me a little sad. Another weekend is over; I’m back home and the rest of the week will be spent working. I find this thought depressing, of late.

Still, I can’t really complain. Boy Toy has been wonderful, as usual. We went out, danced, saw some friends, went rollerblading, found a great new restaurant, went shopping… We had sex, of course.

Nothing kinky, but still pretty exciting. Want to know what we did? Of course you do. Read the rest of this entry »

This week, I went to my favorite online sex toys store, JT Stockroom, and created myself a Wish List. It’s quite cool, really. You pick the items you’re lusting after and add them to your list, which you can then share with anyone you like. What’s so cool about it is that the people you share your list with can, if they want, purchase these goodies for you. Once they picked an item from your list, they simply go through the checkout process, and the item is shipped to you (well, in this case, me). Isn’t that neat?

I think it is, anyway. There’s certainly no harm in trying, right? Besides, it’s a lot of fun, seeing Boy Toy’s reactions to some of the items I added to my list Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve had a bit of an interesting conversation with Saratoga, following one of his posts. In a reply to my comment, he referred to me as Boy Toy’s Mistress. Isn’t it funny, that my first reaction was to guffaw and deny it? “I don’t consider myself his mistress, I told him, I consider myself his owner.”

Because, in my mind, “Mistress” and “Owner” are different; it’s a matter of degree. I like to think of myself as Boy Toy’s Owner. Mistress seems too severe, too harsh, for poor little beginner kinky girl me. But Saratoga begged to differ, and told me he finds the term “Owner” to be far edgier. He went so far as to write a whole post about his perception of the two terms, using the Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary to support his opinion. He went on to explain:

“Perhaps that’s really the core of my own perception of the difference. Mistresses may have male submissives. Female Owner’s have male slaves.

And, perhaps, the implication is that a Mistress might have a more emotional connection with Her male submissive than a Female Owner would for Her mere male slave. Then again, perhaps the enslaved male is so because of his Female Owner’s deep desire for him. So great as to make him Her owned property, totally Hers, rather than merely Her submissive.” Read the rest of this entry »

I got so many comments last week about the boots in my HNT picture, I decided to look through my collection of boot-pictures to see what I could come up with. And then I remembered a photoshoot my Boy Toy did with me, last winter. I was a bit hesitant to post this one, however. Some of my friends have seen a picture from the same series, so if they happen to stumble upon my blog, they might just remember it and recognize me.

What’s more, Boy Toy hasn’t done any adjustments on the image, and I know he is reluctant to “publish” any of his “unfinished” work. I did a bit of touchup myself (spots on the background) but haven’t altered the colors, which is something I believe he would do. But I think I like the colors just the way they are. Except maybe my knees, they look red!

So, here it is. I like this picture quite a bit, and hope you will enjoy it, too. I do feel a little more exposed with this one, for the reasons mentioned above, and because it’s so clear and crisp. This is me half-naked on the interweb!