I was walking down the street with a couple of co-workers. One said something about making others do her bidding (I forget what exactly she said) and the other replied “Where’s your whip?” She was carrying a big purse, so she jokingly retorted that it was in there.

I couldn’t help but smile. Oh, they think me innocent, at work. I look the part, too. It’s a corporate world out there, after all. But I smiled because I couldn’t help but wonder how they would react if I casually informed them that Boy Toy and I do have a whip or two at home.

And a crop.

And a paddle or two.

Handcuffs.

Wrist and ankle restraints.

Ropes and chains galore.

Various vibrating sex toys, including two that work with a remote control.

Collars and leashes.

Butt plugs.

A harness made out of chains.

A strap-on harness with dildo.

Chastity devices (for him).

And… And I think I should make an inventory, one day. But yeah. If they only knew.

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PS: No HNT tonight, been too busy to take pictures.

When I went out of town a few weeks ago, I left Boy Toy behind wearing the CB6000. I wasn’t gone very long but by the time I was back, he was in such a state! He kept having these kinky dreams and wrote several of them for me. This is the first.

It begins as a party, but as time goes on I start to feel paranoid, like you are all up to something but no one is telling me what. Later, we are down in the bedroom and everyone is coming along. It feels strange because they seem to be looking at me with smiles and settling down there instead of in the kitchen as usual.

Then I realize it’s some sort of collaring ceremony.

You tell me to strip and I really don’t want to in front of everyone, and everyone is looking at me cheering me on, saying “Come on, hurry up, don’t back out…” I’m trying to talk, or well plead with you in private in a corner so they don’t hear but I’m pressured by all that’s going on and I’m shaking with fear or nervousness. You give me no out and I want to argue but everyone is screaming “Come on, come on… Go, go go…”

Then I remember undressing in the corner and as if that isn’t enough, you show up holding the crop, telling me to pick up and fold my clothing. Everyone is saying stuff like “Go Elle, go!” and cheering. I’m trying to keep my back to the crowd, trying to hide the fact that I’m wearing the CB6000! Read the rest of this entry »

We were hanging out with a couple of girlfriends; they had stopped by for a few drinks on their way to the club. While A was getting ready in the washroom, Boy Toy, M2 and I chatted in the kitchen. In the course of our idle talk, M2 mentioned she might come out with us the next day, without her boyfriend M.

We encouraged her. “Yes, come, you’ll have fun with us, you’ll see! Who needs M!?” We were mock-serious, of course. Oh, we wanted her to come along, true, but we’ve got nothing against her boyfriend, who’s a good friend of mine. Just a little harmless teasing. But she answered “It COULD be good, being able to have fun and not constantly watch out after him to make sure he isn’t doing anything with other girls…”

M and M2 are supposedly an open couple. At least, that’s what M tells me, that his girlfriend is OK with that kind of stuff. I’m really not aware of any more details than that and frankly, I don’t want to know. It’s their business. And I would have nothing against it, except for this feeling that maybe M2 isn’t as happy as she tells her boyfriend about sharing him. Her comment that night only confirms my feeling. It’s still none of my business, but it saddens me a little.

So I told her: “You know, there’s a way you wouldn’t ever worry about such things…” I saw Boy Toy blush across the table. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been so busy, I almost forgot it was HNT time. What blasphemy

Of course, there’s been no time for new pictures. No matter, it’s the perfect occasion to revisit a favorite series of mine. No click-through this time, though. No time.

Happy HNT!

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I felt hot that night. An appropriate state of mind for my second fetish event…

This time it was a private party. Our friends insisted Boy Toy and I go but we didn’t really feel up for it. I’m a little uneasy about such events. Play, for me, is a private thing. It’s sex. I wasn’t sure what I would see there. But a few hours before the party, I asked Boy Toy if he felt like going. I had decided that if he did want to go, then maybe it’d be fun to try. I told him, though, that he’d have to be my slave boy and stay by my side. He was wearing the CB6000. I joked that he was dressed for the occasion. He was uncomfortable in it with the pants I wanted him to wear, though, so I let him out. I’m just that nice.

A friend of ours joined us at Boy Toy’s and the three of us walked to the party. When we walked in, we were greeted by a slave who took our coats for us. Two more of our friends showed up right behind us. They were the ones who tried to convince us to go and we hadn’t told them we had changed our minds, so they were quite surprised to see us there.

There were two rooms at this party. A playroom and a main room where people just chatted, sipped a drink and listened to music. Read the rest of this entry »

Last week, I wrote of my sometimes hesitation to put Boy Toy in a chastity device because of underlying issues. I tend to over-think and over-worry and in this case, I was afraid of the occasional resentment I feel when Boy Toy is really busy, afraid that I’d be using the CB6000 as some sort of misplaced punishment. But Web made a comment that struck me:

“It may be that his inattention is his way of saying pay attention to me, by showing me you are in control, or you want to control me.”

Ah. Well, we HAD been stuck in something of a rut. Both pretty stressed, Boy Toy especially busy. And me, trying to give him all the space I could despite needing his comfort, feeling sometimes neglected and therefore, not sexy/kinky at all. Maybe if I quit thinking so hard about it and just tried…

So last Thursday, I sent him this email:

I want you to wear the CB while I’m gone. It’d be perfect if you put it on tonight at 6, when I’m due to take the train. Use one of the little plastic lock thingies (safer, since I’ll be far away with the key) and text me the little number on it. I like knowing you’re wearing it while I’m gone, I like the subby feelings it causes in you. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m a busy gal these days and we simply couldn’t get around to taking new HNT pictures this week. So, I decided I’d use some of the leftovers from last week…

Happy HNT!

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I’m back.

Ohhh but I have a lot to tell you! After posting about the complications of playing dominant when there are feelings involved, sometimes even resentment, I thought and thought about it and finally, I decided to have Boy Toy wear the CB6000 while I was away. So I emailed him my instructions…

Problem is, it’s late and I am totally pooped. As much as I want to tell you all about it, it’ll have to wait till later.

Good night!

I’ve been running around all week, since I’ll be going out of town this weekend – sans Boy Toy. So many preparations for such a short trip! We did take the time for a little HNT photo session, though.

And since I’m thinking of going to bed early… Could someone please post a comment on Osbasso’s blog to let everyone know I’m up? Thanks much.

Happy HNT!

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PS: Don’t forget to click.

Emotions often make me shy away from “playing” with Boy Toy. I mean, for example, if I find that Boy Toy hasn’t been paying me, his alleged Owner, enough attention and I’m feeling bad about it, the thought sneaks up on me: I could simply put him in the CB6000, keep him in there a few days, maybe a week or a month, and see how his attitude is then.

My gut feeling is that this isn’t right, and so I don’t do it. Many a time, I’ve refrained from putting him in the device (or any similar mistreatment) because I had some sort of emotion attached to the situation.

Yet… it would work, wouldn’t it? Put Boy Toy in a chastity device and trust me, he becomes a much sweeter, loving boyfriend. What girl doesn’t want an attentive lover? 

The problem, I’d say, lies with the intention behind the order. I wouldn’t be playing Dom, would I? I’d be doing it to satisfy something else. I think.

My thoughts on the matter are not completely formed. So far, I’ve been going with the assumption that feelings don’t mix too well with D/s. Well, to an extent. If you love and care about your partner, I believe the D/s dynamic will be all the hotter. Good feelings are good. Just as bad feelings are bad.

Unless… one could get a positive outcome out of it? If Boy Toy in a CB6000 is more attentive (while super horny and loving it) and I am happier, is this wrong? Actually, I touched the whole “using D/s to resolve a problem” thing in a recent post:

I tried using D/s to resolve a problem. Well, not a problem per say, but a situation which, in my opinion, could improve. I thought it was a good idea; Boy Toy gets all subby and turned on when I order him around. But when this didn’t work, I got upset because things didn’t improve AND because Boy Toy didn’t obey. We got into an argument over it. And on top of everything, the next day, I punished him for it! I called it discipline, but I’m pretty sure my frustrations had a lot to do with it. 

Yeah. So when I wrote this, seems I was pretty sure it was a big no-no. But what if we had communicated about it better and I hadn’t gotten upset when it didn’t work? Couldn’t it be a fun, sexy way to improve on certain situations?

Putting aside my obvious lack of control when it comes to my emotions… I’ve laid down a few thoughts here but I’m interested in knowing what YOU all think about it.