A Prayer for Roz and Her Family

Some of you have heard that our dearest Roz lost her mum last weekend and the service is scheduled for Thursday (NZ time).

Please say a prayer for her and her family in this time of grief. 

And if you would like to, I invite you to join me today in putting up some virtual candles on our blogs (or send them to her via email) to let her know we're thinking of (and praying for) her. 

Father, we ask You to send Your peace to those persons who are mourning.  Continue to surround them with family, friends and loved ones who will offer words of comfort.   Give them sweet and restful sleep.   Father, remove the spirit of heaviness, and give them garments of praise.  In due time, bless their lives to overflow with laughter and joy again.   As they take refuge in You, please help them to put their trust in You.  Holy Spirit, we ask that You settle the hearts and minds of those who are feeling any guilt, resentment, bitterness, or anger.  Help them not to look back but to press forward.

Not Quite But Good Too

When I wrote the post Let's Ask Around over the weekend I actually didn't mean for my Blogland friends to ask only ME and BIKSS questions. It was more of an invitation to ask more general D/s or DD or other-types-of-dynamics questions for a better understanding of others' kinks and how they do the things they do. 

BUT it was still good cos I got a few questions from some lovely people, and I thought I might compile them here. 

As usual, if you have any follow-up questions to these, feel free to leave them in the comment section!

From Cat :

You had stated in your LOL Days post that you had been friends for a long time and I just wanted to know how/where you met and were one/both of you always involved with someone else.

Answer:

We met when I was in high school. A friend had set me up on a blind date with his friend - lets call him Jo. Jo and I spoke on the phone then agreed on a time and place. We said we would each bring a friend (for moral support or whatever) so we did. I brought a school mate and he brought BIKSS. In the end I got on better with BIKSS than with Jo. And so we kinda swapped dates. I continued to keep in touch with BIKSS but not Jo. (Jo and BIKSS are still friends and meet up now and then.)

To complete the answer - I realise I left out the second part of your question - I was silly enough to never have told him that I was keen on him. And he felt that I was "beyond his reach" so he never dared make a move. We met each other perhaps every half a year - just for lunch or to hang out somewhere - but I think we each felt that we'd been friendzoned by the other so it never amounted to anything. We went on to date other people. And I think I have always been with someone - in my youth anyway - so that there wasn't a lot of gaps in my relationship calendar for me to be single for any considerable length of time - not long enough for someone to make a move anyway. Yes, I usually did the chasing. And yes, I usually got the guy. Except for some reason I thought this one was definitely out of my league (he was really HOT especially at that age).

From Eric51 Amy49:

Just curious, have you guys ever been to a spanking party or event (like, Shadow Lane) or do you keep your spankings private and just between you two?

Answer:

Its always private. Just two of us. Where I live is really small - dense - and conservative. So there aren't many such events anyway. I have seen a few "kink" parties advertised but given the nature of our affair we don't particularly want to be out there too much (even without the kink).

From Diary of Daisy :

Why is his manlihood named Roger? 😆

Answer:

Lol. I couldnt give you a proper answer. It was just a name we thought up. Ok maybe it was me. Probably gave it a name because I have a relationship with it! When we play I actually refer to it as "him" so I thot I'd give him a name.

I can't tell you when it happened - I think by the time I began the blog I had already named him. So it must have been early on. I first mentioned Roger in my 4th post. But it wasn't an announcement of his naming, merely used in passing. 

From Merry Contrary:

From what I've read, I assume you live somewhere in Asia, but you write as if you're from the UK area. So in a very general sense, where do you live, and is English a second language for you?

Answer:

Ah. We used to be a British colony :) That might explain it. The place I live is tiny so if you email me I'd be happy to give you a proper answer. English is the first language taught in schools here. And is the medium of instruction for other subjects. However, having said that I realise a lot of people don't speak too well, perhaps because of all the other Asian dialects and languages that colour our local scene. Write me if you want more information.

What Book Is This?

Not really a Tuesday Toon. But still, pics all the same.

I saw these on a friend's FB wall. I'm not really sure what it means - but according to him, it's a book about corporal punishment for kids. Explaining it to kids in the form of these animal cartoon characters. 

I'm not sure what to make of it!

Monday Gifs

Because it's Monday... and we could all do with some sexy gifs.

  

Sucking Daddy's thumb - I don't know which one of us enjoys it more.

 I wonder if he's using her as a grip, or protecting her tender bits from the belt.

I like that her outfit is so "innocent" and she's got her hand on his.

Mmm, I sat astride Daddy's lap to massage his neck the other day, and ended up teasing him like this too.

Boob / nipple therapy. Always good.

Oooooh. Do this. All the time. Every time.

When a seemingly innocuous stroke of affection ends up a little too near her naughty bits.

Yes. Just Yes.

That actually doesn't look like it hurts too badly. But then looks can be deceiving.

I'm not so sure this is sensual to me. But the expression on her face - I can't take my eyes off her.

Eager for Daddy's kiss. Made me smile.

Let's Ask Around

I know I had lots of fun reading about everyone's kink and the different ways we all practise the thing we all do... 

And I've gotten some questions about the DD/lg we do, and I've also asked others about punishment vs fun spanking etc.

So I was thinking, if you could ask any (or a specific or specific type of) dom(me) and/or sub a question, what would you ask? 

Leave a comment with your question(s) and whether there is anyone specific you want to hear from, and I'll try and compile them and use them in a bunch of upcoming posts - it never hurts to get a better understanding of this thing we all do and hear different perspectives! 

I'm particularly interested in hearing some replies from the dom(me)s as often (tho not always) the viewpoints expressed in the blogs I visit tend to be from the sub's perspective. 

It also means we'd have a legitimate reason to get our dom(me)s to actually sit and write something (ok ok , who am I kidding.... ) or at least dictate their answers while we write / edit / clean up / add pictures to their 2 cents' worth.

So come on Blogland friends... ask away!

YUP - NO QUESTION IS TOO SILLY!

Daddy Words

"Get into position on the bed.. I'll be there in a few minutes. 5mins." I got a text.

I did, pulling the blanket over most of my back as I knelt and got into a "presenting" pose. My head was down, arms stretched in front of me above my head.

I was naked - just come in from a shower.

My hands were cold too. I stuck them under the pillows.

I heard the door - Daddy was here. He came into the room.

"Hi Daddy..." I smiled at the sheets beneath me.

He replied hello in his "gentle" voice... one might even say lilting - a tone I'd like to believe he reserves just for me.

I heard the belt come off. Then felt the cool leather wrap around my neck.

Mmm. I'm sure I was purring.

"Well, if the belt is around my neck, at least I know he's not going to be spanking me with it," I think to myself.

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He got off the edge of the bed after he spanked me with his hand, "Stay.."

I wasn't sure that's what he said. He doesn't say that very often. 

"What did you say?"

"Stay." How does he manage to make one syllable sound like it has a tune?

"Where'd you think I was gonna go?" I giggled.

"I don't know. You might decide to get up and run out into the hall, naked. We can't have that can we? Hm?? Can't have my naked little girl running out into the hall can we?"

"No, of course not." I'm smiling down at the sheets again. 

"Not with this belt still around my neck, anyway," I think to myself.

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He got in front of me. 

And pulled my head up. No. Pulled on the belt. My head followed. 

Roger was in front of me. Then he was in my mouth. 

He moved my mouth over his cock in a rhythm that suited him. That belt was his baton. At times he allowed me to decide how I wanted to move over him. But mostly he controlled the pace, the depth, the choking and the gagging. 

"Can little girl take all of him in?" 

[Read : "I want you to put my whole cock in your mouth."]

I gagged. He heard me. I choked on him, and still he fucked the back of my throat. My pussy was ready. 

Blowjobs are like the tide, I think to myself. The ebbs and flows. Sometimes the waves are harder, crash louder; sometimes they're gentle, barely lapping at the shore. One follows another, never ceasing. Of that we are certain. The intensity of each one unknown until it breaks.

"Does my little girl's pussy want to get fucked now?"

*silence* "I can't answer him with his cock in my mouth.. do I stop sucking to form a reply?"

"Say Yes.."

"hmmhpyeshhmp..."

"Say please."

"pmfkklleevf," I ventured

"What? Say please..."

"PMHVVfleeesshhg," I tried a little louder.

"Hm? What was that?"

Oh you evil man. Evil Daddy. 

"Phleeejjze,' I managed this time. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." he said pulling out of my mouth at last. 

"It's really hard to say 'please' when Roger's in my mouth" I whined.

"Uh huh, but you managed." He sounded amused. "You did well."

 "Ughhh," I think to myself.

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He got behind me and pushed me back down on the bed. I was wet and waiting. Roger slid into my pussy. His pussy. 

The belt tightened around my neck. My pussy tightened around his cock. 

Cause. Effect. Simple science.

And finally I stop thinking. All I am aware of is the feel of him encompassing me. 

Christmastime at Little Mall

If there were a Little mall
I'd be there all the time
Not just 'cos you can buy it all
-think canes and whips sublime

Stores would sell vibrators
alongside milk and cheese
I'll have some jam, a loaf of bread
That paddle, if you please

Come Christmas-time the tinsel
Would hang with floggers high
While subs in collars everywhere
would let out happy sighs

And in the atrium sitting grand
would be a Daddy chair
Where oft a Santa would be found
with silver beard and hair

And little girls (and boys) would queue
to get onto his lap
confess their grave wrongdoings
And await his skillful taps

Upon their upturned bottoms
he'd lay some well-earned spanks
Then give them hugs and kisses
before they whisper "thanks"

Off they go, high-spirited
There're presents to be bought
Now that the spanking's over
-Forgiven and forgot!

"A plug for Daddy's kitten..."
"A wooden spoon for Sir..."
"Such pretty plugs, my little one..."
"My mistress does love fur..."

We'd sit around the table
And sip our milk (or tea)
The daddies talking politics
The littles full of glee

We've rested some, it's late now
We'll come another day
I'll pout of course, and grumble, but
Daddy always gets his way!

Credit to the artist who drew this. It's lovely!

3 Meets In A Day - and a Spanking

He spanked my ass as I lay across his lap. He was sitting on my sofa bed (as a sofa) as I had just finished with lessons, and we talked about what it would be like to have a spanking daddy chair in the mall. 

(I wrote a poem for tomorrow.. look out for it!)

I was naked having just come in from a shower, and he was fully clothed. I realise CMNF situations happen a lot with BIKSS. Not the least because he's usually just come from somewhere else and I'm often just stepping out of a shower since he times his arrival to match the end of my workday. I'm also extremely comfortable with it. It gets me into little space quite quickly, altho I don't usually have any difficulty getting there whenever he's around. 

So here I was naked across his lap and he's smacking my butt while we're chatting, pausing for the brief "ouch" from me, and when he upped the intensity all conversation stalled while I kept up a litany of "pain, Daddy, pain,... pain Daddy, pain pain pain..." 

"I know. Shhhh." 

And then he gave me his other hand to hold in front of my face. I like burying my face in his hand when the spanking hurts. Somehow even at the end of the day his hands still smell of his cologne. Strange. Cos it's not as if he's got a whole lot of it on him, I can't smell it on his neck or face unless I get REALLY close and sniff. Hard!

Anyway, getting back to that storm on my butt, the problem with him doing the one-buttcheek-only spanking tirade is that 1) it hurts crazy.. since it's repeated rapid smacks on one side... and 2) at some point he's going to stop and then do the same thing on the other side!

Which is what he did. 

Cue more "pain, Daddy, pain, pain.... " chanting from me.

This time he put his hand around the back of my neck (I was face down.. oh duh, you already knew that!) and I reached up to hold on to one of his fingers as he held me still. 

I think there was a "good girl" at the end there. I don't remember. But I did fold myself up and kneeling beside him asked if I could have Roger. 

"Have I ever said no?" 

"No, but then you know my asking is just a formality right?"

And away we went. The pants came off, and the cock was in my mouth in no time, flat! I paid my due respects to Roger, and leaned over down the side of the sofa to stick my nose in his balls... inhaling his scent and thinking to myself (for the umpteenth time) how could he smell so fresh at the end of the day?

And of course before long he had me on my front and he was on top of me, Roger slipping into my wet pussy with ease. 

When I felt some shenanigans in my butt-hole region I objected with a "You shouldn't go playing around my bum hole" cos I wasn't feeling at my best... but all I got was a "Too late I'm already there".

Ah well. Ok. A little more fingering was all it took for BIKSS to reach what I call his OK - Thank You - Bye Bye moment. That point where there's no holding it in anymore - or in gamerspeak - GG...

We sat around a bit after cleaning up and I gave him a massage cos he has a crick in his neck from sleeping funny last night. He told me in the car this morning on the way to work, but there was only so much I could do sitting in the passenger seat. I did try and poke at his neck a little but this evening I could move around and above him a lot more. 

He mentioned my strong fingers. It's nice to hear. Made me feel proud to be able to give him a decent massage and knead his achey muscle knots. 

When he was getting ready to go to his futsal game I got his shirt off the back of the chair and held it to him, removing his wallet which he had shoved into his breast pocket earlier to facilitate my spanking, and as I held it out to him I said "You should know you're not the only person I do this to..." meaning serve, for want of a better word. 

"What? Give blowjobs and naked massages to?"

"No, silly... help, with things. I get tea for *insert boss's name* every morning and in the car after work, when security is done scanning our passes he gives them both to me, so I can wind up his lanyard and stick his pass in the pocket in the car,  then I hold out his wraparounds so he can put them on. But I don't mind cos he appreciates it. Every time I put the tea mug down on his table he says thanks. Every single day. And it sounds like a surprise too - he'll say 'Oh, thank you'. As if he wasn't expecting it."

I guess I think of it as an act of service.  It's one of his love languages so he really appreciates it. Plus, I respect him a lot. So I try and be as useful as I can. 

BIKSS says it's because I'm a helpful person. But I think it's all about whether the person has earned my "acts of service". And I think my boss has. 

Right. This ramble has gone on long enough. I'm going to quit now and do some laundry before I go off and meet BIKSS for supper after his game! 

That's the third time I'll be seeing him today! Score!

Shafted

Monday. November 20th.

Since Daddy's been back tonight was the first opportunity we've had to really spend any length of time together. He did take me to work this morning but it was a short ride and then we had to go do our jobs!

In the evening he brought dinner over - 

which was totally yums and there were even leftovers that I could keep for tomorrow's lunch! 

After that we got into bed and cuddled and chatted for a bit. 

He asked if I was ready for a spanking so I climbed over him, lying across his hip while he spanked me with his hand. 

After a bit he moved out from under me so I got up, but he had me lie back down on my tummy again. 

Now, he didn't say not to look, but somehow I got the feeling whatever was coming was meant to be a surprise. And was it ever! Turns out that hand spanking was a warm up. He'd brought with him a cane-like something or other from the car (how and where did he hide it?) and I felt it against my bum. Cool. Metal? Plastic? It's not a rattan cane. But it was a cane of some sort. Whatever it was, I was about to get nice and whooped! 

On my panty-clad butt it was bearable. But at the place where bum meets thigh -- woohoo that was another thing altogether!

When he was done I turned to look at his new toy and saw a black, evil-looking, graphite shaft. What on earth was that??? 

Ans: It's an old golf club with the head broken off. 

A friend borrowed it a while ago and broke it hitting the floor at the driving range. He'd had it in his car boot the whole time. (Meant to be a weapon in the event of any untoward altercation.) 

I suppose I have myself to blame for this. You see, as I was putting something into the boot this morning I saw a bag of stuff he uses for football training and I have no idea what they are or what they're used for, but there were a few rod type things sticking out of a bag. I mentioned to him (by text) after he'd driven off that Hey.. look.. he had a bunch of canes in his boot! 

I guess somewhere between then and dinner time he remembered ANOTHER rod type thing in the boot that might make a good cane. 

It did. My butt and more specifically, my butt crease, still hurt! 

After that I got a nice rub and then we had some fun time. Then we cuddled and talked some more. All in all, a good night spent reconnecting after his time away. 

Please Pray for the Submariners

I only recently heard the news about the missing Argentinian submarine... Daddy told me about it and it made me sad. 

According to the report if the vessel is intact they've got maybe a couple of days of oxygen left. 

He feels very sad about this too.

Daddy is a sailor first and foremost. He feels the strongest about all things maritime. It's no surprise since he spent a large part of his life out at sea. And under it. In it? And on it? Prepositions be damned! At this point, all I can say is please keep the missing sailors in your prayers tonight. 

Tuesday Toon #26 - Saucy Sources

This week's edition is more about where to find them than actually posting any pics up here!

I've recently found (ok ok, most of you have probably already been visiting for ages) a couple of spanking toon blogs - so if you haven't  here are two that I recently stumbled upon. 

Enjoy! I know I did. 

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I wouldn't mind being in her position at all!

Visit Phil Overbarrel at Overbarrel's Spanking Toons

"A PLACE FOR ALL TO VISIT AND ENJOY MY TOONS. FEEL FREE TO BROWSE OR DOWNLOAD ALL YOU WANT."

Now, isn't that generous of him? 

Goodness, what a cheeky wolf! Love it!!

I also enjoyed my visit at Dave Wolfe's Wolfietoons

"...for adults who enjoy playful erotic spanking cartoons."

(I hope the blog-owners don't mind that I stole their header pics and used them in this post!! )

Have a great week ahead everybody!

NOT a Follow Friday

... but it's my blog and I can post this whenever I want to right?

In the wake of all that LOL action and the frenzy of visiting blogs and leaving comments, I found and rediscovered some new / old / lost (to me) blogs. If you want to check them out (altho I think most of you already have them on your roll which is how I found them) click on the links or as always, check out the blogroll to the right -->.

A special THANK YOU TO HERMIONE for hosting this year's LOL days, and for linking to the participating blogs.

And now, more blogs to follow (in no particular order...)

Surrender
(Not new to me but I'm listing it here because Conina popped up for LOL day and I was just so so happy to see her!)

LUDWIG'S ROHRSTOCK-PALAST

Eric51Amy49

Being Sirs Pet

olivia submits

DaddyCat and kitten

SPANKING MINNESOTA

L'heure Bleue

Collected Submissions......kinky stuff for thinking deviants!

The Forum - Disciplined Husbands & Disciplinary Wives

A Reluctant Bitch

SpankozBlog

ann st vincent

Molly's Daily Kiss

Mistress Merry's Musings

This Whole Thing

James Stephenson's Blog

A Kind Dom

when a naughty girl's punished

Vesta's submission

ENJOY ... and I hope you all had a splendid couple of LOL days!  I sure did!

Sharing BIKSS - Look What A Comment Led To

It's not a bad thing. Really. It started with a comment from Jan at an English Rose who read my beginning story HERE and wrote 

HI fondles, nice to read your story. Very different life to mine , it must be hard to have to share him. I think you are very brave. hugs
love Jan, xx

This was my reply 

Sometimes I also think I'm very foolish. But the way my life is going, I really don't have a lot of space / time for a full time relationship. I know I have a lot on my plate and even with the part-time-ness of what we have I often feel like I need to squeeze him into my week. 

I think he makes it easy to "share" him cos when I do need him he's splendid at "being there" if only by text. Words work wonders for me, and oh... this is a long reply. Maybe I'll just write a post!

... so here's the post. 

The thing about seeing someone who isn't your full-time, live-in, significant other is that it can sometimes get annoying / frustrating / irritating - you name it, I've probably felt it. 

Knowing that that person HAS a full-time, live-in, significant other who ISN'T YOU changes the game by quite a bit. Add Jealous / Insecure / Envious to the adjectives in the previous paragraph. 

But if I'm to be honest, most of the time I'm relieved that he's not mine 24/7. I have so many things on my plate and I value my freedom and independence so much that I would probably go mad with a he's-all-mine partner. I'm not saying this cos I want to go out and flirt with other guys (altho' I have, once or twice, to see if those fellas respond and if there is any potential for a "real" relationship there, and YES I tell BIKSS about it). 

It's more that I enjoy coming and going as I please. I don't have to check in to see if we have plans before setting up a date with a friend. When I'm out and it gets late I don't panic that he's home waiting impatiently for me to return. If I have to do last minute things I can, and do.

I know all this can be accomplished with a full time s/o too, but you gotta admit it would take a lot more effort on both parts. 

I recognise it's a bit selfish - I'm getting all the fun bits without the responsibility of being part of a full time r/p. But what about those times when I need him? Remember the 5 love languages thing I wrote about previously? 

Words are at the top of my list. Which is really convenient for a part time semi-distant love affair I suppose. He's figured out how to calm me down and reassure me when I'm frazzled just by sending me a couple of text messages. And I don't necessarily always want him around when I'm upset either. I sometimes find comfort in hiding away alone, and when he's on the other end of a texting app it's enough to stave off the loneliness AND soothe me at the same time. 

I'm also the sort that gets carried away (100% concentration, ya know?) with whatever I'm doing and have no problems shutting out the world for hours on end. Whether I'm cleaning house, binge watching tv shows, or baking in the kitchen... I often surprise myself when I see how hours have gone by without my realising it. 

(That's what happened on LOL Day-1 by the way. I turned on the lappy at 3pm to go visit blogs and the next thing I knew it was 7.45 and way past dinner time.)

I'm a little bit hermit, a little bit introvert, and a little bit anti-social. Add to that I'm a little bit on the autism spectrum and borderline OCD and you've got one high-strung but high-functioning nut-case with a penchant for living life solo - because it's easier to have things just the way I want them if I'm the only one here right? 

So this arrangement I have with BIKSS works out perfect for me - right now anyway. Perhaps one day I'll need more. Or want more. Who knows. But till then, I'm all good with the way things are. 

Thank you Jan, for giving me the thought-nugget to write this post!

(This is why comments are goooooood!!)

Still LOL Days ... & Our Beginning

I was over at Ella's reading her Chapter One Story and thought this LOL weekend might be a good time to think and reflect on mine, and how we moved over the years.

First off, you need to know that BIKSS and I are engaged in an illicit affair and if that offends your senses then this might not be the blog for you. 

However, despite the possibility of being judged / scoffed at / disapproved of, I continue to write because life isn't nearly always neat and tidy. 

When I started blogging I had many more blogland friends who were in non-traditional relationships. 

Some were with their doms / subs because their  husbands / wives were not giving them what they needed / wanted. Some, like me, just fell in love with the wrong guy / girl. Others were going through rough times and needed someone outside the marriage who could understand them and accept them for who they were without judgement. Whatever the reason, I felt like there were others like me. I wasn't a total monster. And it was a lovely period in my blogging life. 

I made some awesome friends - guys, girls, old, young, subs, doms, tops, bottoms. There were TTWD practitioners, DD believers, spankos and spankees. And I learnt more from blogging and commenting and visiting blogs than I could possibly ever from just reading "stock" literature. 

Sadly, a lot of them are no longer active. Some have passed on. Others have given up the lifestyle. I am still glad to visit the blogs I have on my roll (to the right -->) but many of the writers are part of a bona-fide married relationship. And sometimes I feel like an imposter, so I don't comment too much. Which kinda makes me a semi-lurker too, I suppose.

But if you're still here reading this (and I do appreciate all my visitors!) and would like to take a little trip down memory lane with me, here is our Chapter One Story in brief (or as brief as I can make it).

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BIKSS and I had been flirting with each other for decades. I've known him forever. We've always had a little soft spot for each other, but neither knew cos we never said anything. Until we were both way grown up and he had gotten married and had kids. 

We continued being friends, and met regularly, if not often. 

On my part, I had always been slightly enamoured of him. Even in his younger days he was what one might call "strapping". He had joined the military, and well, a man in uniform does a lot of things for this girl. He was well-spoken, had a wicked sense of humour and all that... and he understood me. He was always my "gay best friend" only he wasn't gay. He just wasn't available. 

Anyway, after a particularly painful series of breakups (yes, two in the span of 2 years) I had gotten sick of it all. I was out partying, being wild, throwing caution to the wind. BIKSS would come with me when I went out on the town. Not every single time, but when he could. 

It was his way of keeping an eye on me. He wasn't convinced that I knew what I was doing and he didn't want me ending up in a ditch or nothin'. 

We had been talking about whether it was possible to reach across a woman and finger her in a particular stance, and one night while we were out boozing we found an opportunity to "block the scene". A lot of alcohol and the shedding of inhibitions led to us making out in a deserted stairwell. That night, thanks to a blood-glucose situation I passed out and he took me home, shoved me into bed and let himself out. 

2 nights later he came round to my place to see how I was doing, and something made me grab his hand and pull him into the bedroom. The rest is, well, this. (CLICK HERE for the actual Story of BIKSS post from 2012.)

I left for a 4 day vacation with my folks the following day, during which time we texted back and forth and I sent him a link to a TiH (Taken in Hand - at the time this was the only TTWD-esque type of relationship I knew about) website telling him that that was the kind of relationship I was interested in. I'm glad we had the few days apart cos I don't think (like many who have shared their beginning stories) I could have said any of this to him IN PERSON. I would just die.Well, so I did all this sharing and unburdening from a different country. 

And even then I knew of all the guys I had jumped into bed (and / or a relationship) with no one had my trust the way BIKSS did. Not enough that I would even entertain the idea of having such a relationship with them, let alone mention it to them.

BIKSS read everything I sent him. Asked me a million questions. Probed and dug and tried to understand what it was I was telling him. (We did continue the discussions in person when I got back.  But at least the topic was already out there.) What if this happened? What about in this scenario? Let's say you did this and I did this, what then? There were so many conversations that followed - I'm certain the opening up of communication channels had already begun  - we didn't have to begin the lifestyle to see how it could help two people communicate better. 

Long story short, we went through a bunch of trials and errors. We talked about DD, TiH, punishment; discovered the term TTWD; we experimented with maintenance spankings, good girl spankings, sexy spankings; we tried various honorifics, set up some rules, dismantled them, decided on rituals, tweaked some, abandoned others; we read blogs and sites and articles. 

Eventually we found out about DD/lg (about a year later) and suddenly everything felt right. Calling him Daddy was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't have to "learn" it, or get used to it, or feel self-conscious about it. It rolls off my tongue as easily as "fuck" does. And trust me. I swear a lot. Like a sailor. He's a sailor. I swear more than he does. That's saying something. 

Crap. That DOES say something. I digress. 

Where was I? 

Yes, there is a point. My point is, I don't have a neat relationship status that you can tie up with a bow and stick on the front porch. Most of my life isn't what one might call "standard" anyway. But whether you're part of a married couple (or an actual dating and out-there couple) , or in a weird (read:non traditional) relationship - love triangle, illicit affair, or are a mistress, two-timer, many-timer, serial adulterer (you get the gist...),  we don't judge, and you're always welcome on my blog. And if you ever want to ask anything, I'd be happy to share my/our thoughts and experiences with you. (Emails are welcome too!)

So Happy LOL Day! If you've always wanted to leave a comment or drop an email (to any of the bloggers, that is, not just me) NOW'S THE TIME!  And if you want to go back into hiding till next LOL day, that's fine too! 

PS - The place where I live is a very small place. So BIKSS is very cautious about me mentioning it by name. However looking back I realise I have mentioned some notable places in my posts over the years, and I see from my graph that I get visitors from where-I-live. So here's a special invite to my fellow country-folk (if you live in the land with the spiky fruit concert venue and where we've been experiencing rail woes you'll know where I'm talking about) to drop me an email if you'd rather not leave a comment - trust me, I know about this place being TOO SMALL and wanting to protect your anonymity!

My Water (Pipe) Broke and LOL Day

WELCOME LURKERS! Leave a comment, ask a question, say Hi, or write me an email if you prefer not to be published. 

Happy LOL Day! 

... and now.. this week's episode of "Being a Grown Up and Dealing with Life" ...

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Last Friday the local council folk got some contractors to come around and fix up the pavement behind my block. I don't know why. It was fine the way it is. No broken bits or nothin'. But since it's not up to the residents, we just let them do whatever it was they had to do. 

Until I got up from my binge TV watching to go to the loo and realised there was no water coming out of my tap. 

I rang the emergency maintenance services people up and they said the local water people were dealing with it. After half an hour all was good again, so I thought no more of it. 

Until I got home from work on Monday afternoon and found there was no water coming out of the taps. 

I looked out the window and saw this-->

So I got on the fone right away and called the council people who basically said they couldn't get in touch with the water people. Hello? Inter-agency communication failure at its best! I was not pleased. I was polite enough but inside I felt like this...

She was all like "I'm sorry, is there still no water? I can't get hold of them... they did say it was already fixed this morning. And I do see that at 12.05pm an officer submitted another complaint. So there's still no water? How about now?  Did you just try again? Still no? Oh, ok let me get back to you."

Which she did. Only to ask me the same thing (is there any water now?) and tell me the same thing (I can't get hold of the water people). Which is to say she was no help at all. I needed to get stuff over to the mother's place anyway, so I figured now was as good a time as any. So off I went. I hopped onto a 

and made my way to mum's. Where I ate lunch, had a pee and a poop and rested a bit. Then got onto another 

which would take me to my student's house for her lesson because I couldn't have class in my studio so I arranged to go over to her house instead! 

And for a little while I was jealous. Oh, so jealous.  It was a beautiful 4 story apartment complete with basement and attic, and a lovely private studio space, and an airy balcony looking out - nay, with direct access to - the swimming pool. OK, but I got over it quickly enough. There are 6 people living there. There's just one of me. What would I do with such a huge space right? ENTERTAIN ALL THE TIME... THAT'S WHAT! Ok, Ok. Enough of that.

BIKSS was supposed to come over that evening for 

and probably some 

and well, you know... sex. 

But I wasn't even sure if the water had come back on. He picked me up from where I was instead of meeting back at my place like we originally planned, and decided along the way that we should still head for home - if the water was back on, we were all set for the evening. But if there really was no water still, then at least I could get some of my things and he would put me up in a hotel room for the night so that I could get a proper shower and pee whenever my heart (or bladder) desired. 

SO MANY CHANGES. SO, SO MANY. I DON'T LIKE CHANGE.

And he knows it too. I had been updating him through the day and at one point he texted back "So many changes, your lidl head must be spinning." And you know, just knowing that he realised this was enough to keep me sane. 

I didn't feel like I was standing alone while the walls of life were closing in on me. Someone knew. Someone acknowledged my stress and that was all I needed to keep me going. 

So thank you Daddy, for letting me know that you know. It helps. A LOT!

And if this is anything to go by, I know what he'll say in response (besides "You're welcome.")

DADDY DUTY INDEED! 

And now, dear readers, how about your thoughts on change? How do you cope with last minute hiccups and having to change a well-planned day?

Do you just shrug it off and go with the flow? Or are you a worrywart like me?

Let me know in the comments :)