Curious…

Apparently being stretched out and relaxed on the deck, with rope and a very fine hat,  was enough to arouse the curiousity of one of our cats.

Moss wanted to know what I thought I was doing in his spot, thank you very much. The answer, of course, was paying attention to him!

(click-throughs on all images, for bonus cattage!)

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Red hat and rope

After Theseus had practised a karada on me clothed (and done an excellent job too, I must say), it was time to do one with much less material in the way – and it had been far too long since rope had been wrapped around my torso! I asked for it to be tight, tight tight please, and he was pleased to oblige.

And boy howdy, did that every make me rather spaced out and extremely happy! I had to lie down for a bit once he was done tying the knots, and was even joined by the cat …

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More rope deliciousness

It’s been absolutely marvellous getting regularly tied up in rope more regularly. My friend really enjoyed his first experimentations with rope, and has decided that this is a good thing that must be done more!

So he came up to visit again this month, and I introduced him to the Karada tie.  I’ve been tied in karada quite a few times before – Dionysos was partial to it, and Kiana has done some lovely ones on me. My friend picked up how to do it very quickly!

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Great big heart

My heart is not small – my emotional heart, that is. My pillow one is pretty big too (although technically that one belongs to Hylas!). My big heart is full of opens doors; it’s bruised and scarred; and it has lots of space. Its walls are flexible and expand easily to fit more people in.

And I like my heart that way – it’s my design, and my choice. But some hearts are static. Some hearts are just one room filled with just one person. Some hearts only have one door, with one key latch – but no one has the key. And some hearts are so scarred they don’t open any more.  Sure, my heart is damaged – as all hearts are in some way – but damage is part of living and loving. I prefer to take the chance.

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Property values

When I posted my recently about my Title Deed, and my Owner/property relationship with Tethys, the lovely Amie Wee was a tad perplexed. Nothing wrong with that – if you’d told me eighteen months ago that I’d choose to be owned by someone, I’d have scoffed!

So she asked me some really good questions, and I thought I’d devote a post to answering them. I hope they will prove interesting to you, dear readers.  Italics are by Amie.

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Roped to a tree

It has been a damned long time since I was tied up – and I miss it a lot! So when a kissing friend, who is completely new to rope, asked if they could use me as a warm body to practice on? I wriggled delightedly and said ‘yes please!’

I also provided the house to practice in, the rope, the safety shears, the suggested ties, and general rope-y information. I am a fount of knowledge and stuff… all I asked in return was some kissage and some photographs. Handily, said friend was most happy to oblige with both – and even let me wear their very fine hat, too!

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Attractiveness

Guest post by Tethys, reprinted here with m’Lady’s permission. Original post, with comments, can be read here.

Earlier today i had a Twitter conversation about the looks of trans people in porn; and i felt it raised some issues i feel are better discussed in a blog post than within the confines of the Twitter 140-character limit.

My initial tweets were:

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Peaceful places

Sometimes you’ll find a peaceful place when you’re not expecting it. On road-trip down to Wellington late last year we found such a treasure.  Hylas, Kiana and I had been having fun looking out for spots to take Scavenger Hunt photos – we did the public toilets in Otorohanga, and later found the Ruakawa Falls Lookout as well. But what we had really been hoping to find was a good old New Zealand cemetery. The kind you see on the roadside, full of old headstones and tottering rails. Not an in-use cemetery, but an old one. An interesting one.

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Public in the loos

One thing true of travelling New Zealand (this may be true of the world – I just haven’t travelled enough to be able to comment about other places) is that some public loos are amazing, and some are unutterably gross. And when you find a good one? You mentally note it, and tuck it away for future emergency stops!

I’m surely not the only one who has a mental map of toilet stops worth using, am I?

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Latex against my cunt

Thanks to Hylas, I have learned to really adore the feeling on latex against my skin. Usually I am content to rub myself up against him as he is encased … but having some of my very own is a real pleasure! When I got my wrist gauntlets from Libidex, I also received made-to-measure knickers:

Aren’t they just lovely? They show my arse off something beautiful – and, of course, match the gauntlets perfectly!

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