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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Entitled

As of today, I am officially m’Lady’s property – and very happy to be so! I wanted to share that happiness with all my readers, as well as how it all came to be. And, most importantly, my Title Deed, which you can all read in full.

I have been leased-to-own for quite some time now, and collared by m’Lady since November – but putting together a Title Deed that both Tethys and I felt satisfactorily covered everything we wanted to say took the best part of eight months. It was something we worked on together, as equals – which was essential. We worked on it over chat, in person, over Skype, over email. We sent drafts back and forth, we debated ordering and phrasing and definitions and importance of things. We tangented all over the place. And we got very distracted, horny, and ended up wanking more than once!

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Slippery and sticky and covered in lube

I’m a wanton, greedy, messy slut. Delightedly so! And while Apollo may not have known that the day we met, he certainly did just a few days later, once I’d thoroughly seduced him. It’s one of my charm points, you know. Me? Slutty. He’s fine with that. It works well for us.

Being as I am, and being polyamorous, I also share my wantonness around – another thing Apollo knew when we met (seducing a wonderful woman from Wellington the day after we met and the day before I took him home? Yeah, that might have given that away …).  But! I do keep one thing – one single solitary thing out of my great big bag of fun-sexy-stuff-to-play-with – just for him. Yes, there is one thing I do with my husband that I don’t do with any other partner – one thing that I am really happy to keep just for us.

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Collared

I really like D/s, and a lot of what it entails (yeah, duh, I know). A quick look at the BDSM and kinky categories over in my sidebar, and all the sub-categories, shows that I have and have had a lot of fun experimenting in the time I’ve kept this blog.  A few years ago I figured out that I am no longer entirely on the bottom end of the spectrum (hooray for switchy proclivities, which keeps Hylas well entertained).

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Back to earth

After ten amazing and intense days with Tethys, I have landed back in the regular everyday world with a ‘thump’. And that thump hurts like a bastard. It’s a hurt that says: ‘you had something amazing for a few days. Now back to reality for you.’

I know I am lucky. So far as regular everyday worlds go, mine is pretty damned awesome! I live with an amazing husband who snuggles me good, makes me tea, comes on my tits and rubs it in lovingly, listens indulgently to my shenanigans, and conspires with my pet to plan something for my birthday (I assume it’s my birthday. Come on, guys!). I see my beloved pet three or four days a week and he paints my toenails for me, encourages me to plunder his arse (and teases mine in return), covers me in slobbery pet kisses, and generally is the bestest pet a Boss could ask for – even with the conspiracy-in-progress …

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Melbourne!

It’s 11am Friday (New Zealand time) – which means it’s 9am in Melbourne. And that means, if my plane hasn’t been delayed, that I’ve touched down, and I’m probably standing in a customs line bouncing excitedly and a little tiredly (tiredly because I had to leave the house at 3:45am to get the airport on time)!

Melbourne! Tethys! It’s happening! Holy moly!

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The voyages of Dionysos

For those of you come part-way through the tale, let me tell you about Dionysos. He was part of this story right from the very beginning, as together we discovered what kink was – he from the top and myself from the bottom.

Over the years, we experimented with rope and chains and orgasm denial and pegs and flogging – all sorts of wicked and wonderful things. With him we learned swiftly that I adored having photographs taken from every conceivable angle … and somehow that it was extra funny when ducks were involved.

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Happy rubber pony boy

I love my pet so much! When he is just hanging out with me; when he’s having exciting adventures with me; when he’s doing service and painting my toenails for me; when he’s introducing me to new and exciting fetishes that he loves – and when he’s giving me some epic orgasms, of course.

But I love in particular and with great pride when he’s pushing his own boundaries – doing things that he very much wants to do, but that on his own he would back out of doing. Those are things I encourage him to do, and then get ‘Boss-y’ in order to ensure that he actually steps up.

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Cyber relating

A combination post – italics by me, non-italics by Tethys. Enjoy (and, please, comment)!

i find it odd that many people feel that a long-distance relationship (LDR) is somehow not a ‘real’ relationship. Odd because my culture – Anglo-Australian – is not averse to the romantic myth of a couple separated by great distance but nevertheless maintaining their commitment to each other. It seems that when the medium is not the handwritten letter but the Internet, a relationship is not deeply romantic but, at best, shallow and superficial.

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