The fruits of your labor

This has been a very pleasant week in Mistress land. To start with, I’ve finally received all the goodies from a slave I’ll call ken, who’s been under My wing for 3 years now. He walked through very hard times in his life, and I am his solace and taskmaster. A distracting Mistress who benefits mightily from his patronage...

(I have a special place in My heart for boys who spend thousands in cold hard cash, on My little whims)

I purr while thinking of the cold, hard silver bullion that ken has bought for Me, the dripping jewelry of diamonds and rubies (one necklace had little gold horns, and a tail with a diamond in it! *giggle*). The gift that stands out? A pair of high-heel-red-satin-platform-stilettos. Spiked heels over 6 inches long. The heel shines with a metallic hue, and against the luscious red satin of the shoe? You just want to touch it...

I was a brave Grrl this week as well, and confessed to My closest friend, the nature of My employment (you know, exploiting the likes of you). We in the land of slavery and Mistresses understand, we need to choose confidantes with care. And to be clear, she is My best friend. I could talk dirty all day long, and she is more modest than I. We navigate boundaries with thoughtfulness, on our path of loving each other.

To My delight and relief, she was stunned, and impressed. To see her face light up with joy and curiosity, made Me sigh and smile. I even shared the ripe red fruit of satin stilettos with her. She asked in a secret voice, “May I... touch them?” I smiled so wide, and said, “yes, please...”

And to think, your generous gifts? Might bring a Grrl moments of discovery and play. Perhaps you do have a place at My side, little ones. On your knees, with extended hand, wallet in palm. Offering Me what earns you entry, into this dark joyous place I call home.

Ripe hidden bits

Let Me give you a clue into most Women’s minds, and hearts.

Our society demands much of a Grrl, and while we’re with it, tough, independent and sometimes charming...

There is a quiet romance inside the heart of most. If you and your submissive self can tap into this? You might just seduce the strongest.

I feel as if I’m whispering a secret when I share… I let My attention wander over the movie “Pride and Prejudice” this morn. The Oxygen channel was giving it a show (Oh Oprah… you do know Grrls). I’ve been fighting a cold this week, which takes Me from the side of most precious slaves. I woke to morning tea, and a button push to the tele. Slave kenneth has been kind to Mistress these few months, and the new flat screen TV gracing My bedroom, is on his account.

He shall be tortured deliciously for it. And I suspect, this will please him! Hehe

Back to the flick - the fancy dresses, the romantic music, the far away fairy tale of such things. I suspect there are boys in the mist who also crave these things too. Ringlets of curls gracing their long neck, powered skin, ripe red lips, and perhaps if in period, a beauty mole? A corset? Long hoop slips and billowing beauty...

And of course the underthings. White stockings, sharp tight heels, and the frills of pantaloons, laced panties, pale flesh just near the crest of –

Oh pardon. No offense meant... I get distracted by the warm bits hidden in so many layers.

Perhaps, you too?

Improvised climb

Today was a full day of many sights and sounds. I got together with a male buddy, for dinner with his friends. They sounded like an interesting (and kinky!) couple! Alas, she and her dutch love were having a bad day, she called to cancel. And here My little male friend and I had to decide what to do with each other.

*giggle*

Get your minds out of the gutter boys… we went for a 90 minute hike out in the PNW wilderness. So many wild flowers in bloom, waterfalls, slugs, a deceased snail that looked beautiful and woeful. Something about the nautilus… Trees everywhere, moss and limbs. We had to stop for a bit while My male companion caught his breath. Seems he’s a bit slender for his own good, and I’m the one who’s curvy. Thank heaven for that! I loved being a Grrl with stamina. Just because a body’s thin, doesn’t mean it’s healthier, hm?

I’ve been working out more (like, every day this past week) and I just love seeing My body get firmer and feel so right.

There are a few summer campouts I’ve been invited to, on private property, in deep forests. Some BDSM-ers like being naked in the woods, exposed to dozens of their other spirit kin, while the sting of a flogger finds it’s leather fingers on their flesh.

I once watched a strapon dildo demonstration in an open picnic covered den, while 20 people looked on. The presenter had a small business building custom strapon harnesses, and she fucked a lady, and a sissy boi, right in front of all of us!

Check in with Me boys, I may need a lovely assistant for My OWN little show this summer!

warm flesh beneath Me

I had a deep warm dream last night.

A lover of mine, from years past, somehow ended up in My bed (dream land). It was a warm summer night, and I lay on top of his long body. His chest is covered with warm thick fur, and his skin is tan. He's one of those boys who wants to be outside much of the time. In the summer, you rarely see him wearing a shirt, under the sun. Nice bit of eye candy.

Somehow in this lucid land, our bed was deep in his back yard, with tall pine trees, and stark white bedding. The canopy moved slightly with warm breath breeze.

Funny how lost loves pop up, while our sleeping id wakes.

There's more to share about that boy, the way he seduced Me, finally, after many moons and hunger...

Satiny cups, dangling bows

Tuesday, oh Tuesday, we have arrived!

I have a dinner party tonight that I'm particularly excited about! I have a great friend who loves to put on a dinner with diverse personalities. It's kind of like chemistry, people chatting about all sorts of sordid things...

Ah, but I digress.

I've been playing with a boy lately who's all about dressing up like 1940s pin up model, foundation garments and all. Of course, we get him sauced before taking it to the one forbidden place he yearns for, after all the clothing wraps him tight. Some men crave permission to slide their thighs around the hardness of a -

Oh, wait, am I boring you? *giggle

ZAP through My hot molten hardware...

Mistress has been a hard working little bee this week! I had a mishap that I'm still trying to right…

I've had a lovely laptop computer since 2008. I have loved it, fondled it, and been smitten since. This little Toshiba Satellite A305 has been a blessing. I've been able to stay in touch with you while on trips, while in coffee shops. It's been My gateway to many of you.

And this week…. My morning water drown the little laptop without warning. It took 3 years to get to it, but yes, I erupted all over the keyboard!! Unplugged it pronto, chucked out the battery, and waited. 1 week. Mistress patiently disassembled her lover laptop, aired it out in front of a fan for days, case propped, every deep crevice and component open. Today was the day, to start up the beast again.

Oh the first hour was lovely, everything booted. I even FACEBOOKED for a few minutes! And then….

Repeated system restarts. Even before BIOS testing. Happy hard disk, however My beautiful little laptop had succumbed to the deadly combination of electricity and water. It's a shorted motherboard issue at this point. It cannot contain, direct it's own POWER!!!

Mistress must have a new laptop.

I'm looking at My Toshiba, My fallen angel. I've gotten so attached to a silly piece of hardware. *Sniff*

Mistress will need such support during Her mourning. Feel free to call and say a kind word. Mistress needs the strength of a new laptop friend… The shoulder of a kind slave to cry on while I become smitten with My new lover, laptop...

To filthy masticators...

It's freezing outside, yet daffodils have the audacity to bloom. Even in the cold.

I find it intriguing, where desire blossoms. We find ourselves surrounded by many things to want, yet you perverts come to Me, for that which dare not speak it's name. Your selfish hidden needs get wrapped up so tight, the knots occasionally refuse to be unspun.

It's the quiet and the still, that gives us air to open. When all else has settled and you've no distractions to distort, that thing you hide will rise. And you best hold on. We both know your fear.

"Will this thing tear me down into nothing. Will I be seen with the forbidden, and be cast out. Will others know me." The true you.

I bet that scares and delights you, dear reader. I'll bet it fuels your hardness.

I'm a vegetarian for the most part, yet at times, My body craves to swallow flesh. Flesh which lived and walked this earth. I lapse into being a meat eater, and purr after a fresh feast of this. Puts Me in touch with the animal I am. The beast which hunts and conquers.

And we both know, you're dessert.