FFF #31

Wow. The weeks are flying by! And I'm glad to say my numbers this last week have creeped up a little and are looking a little more normal. 

I think I've officially given up on exercise. Ok, that's not true. I've officially decided that exercise isn't a priority anymore. 

On days that I walk enough steps I don't have a "need" to exercise. On days that I don't get enough steps it's probably because I'm tired or busy or otherwise unable to exercise anyway. So I shall be happy to have just the one or two swimming days a week, and the rest of my exercise, I think, shall just be incorporated into my step count. More steps = more walking = more exercise. 

Total steps last week - 63,686

(And on one day I actually left the house in the evening to go downstairs for groceries without putting the silly gadget back on my wrist after a shower. So I guess a little more than that... )

Max steps in a day - 13,535

No of >10k steps days - 2

And since I've added links to yesterday's post, I thought I might just share some pics with you today instead :) Enjoy and have a good weekend!

I really liked this!

Poor Susan. 

And this one is an oldie but a goodie!

Which one's YOUR favourite?

I Stuck A Finger In His Bum

And not for kinky fun either.

I took some gloves home with me from work the other day and we've been looking at videos and websites on prostate exams.

Of course this is not something one should rely on 100%, but as a prelimary check, and to eliminate the need for an embarrassing visit to the doctor's clinic, a trusted partner (or yourself) could do the check and establish a baseline so that if anything feels different down the road then a doctor's appointment can be made at that point.

So since I know a little bit about this stuff, I offered to poke around in there and BIKSS was quite happy for me to do it instead of some random doctor dude.

And well, it was over really quickly. Phew. All done, and all good. From what I can tell.

Here are some links if you want to find out more about getting this done for your man at home :)

Wiki How reminds you to remove your finger too!

Here's a video with a patient who looks terrified and nervous - thankfully the actual exam is simulated. 

And while I was surfing I lost 20 minutes of my life watching this hilarious duo. The language isn't safe for work, but hey, this is a sex blog right?

One's Brit, one's Hongkong-Canadian. They're both in Korea. And they're totally funny!

If you have time to waste, watch this episode!

Is It Only Tuesday?

Why do I feel like it's been a week since my last post? 

Time moves really slowly when you have a thousand things to do everyday. 

Yesterday I went to the hospital with dad for a check up. His speech therapist has given him the all clear. It's not dysphagia. Hurray. Likely the slurred speech and difficulty swallowing they observed while he was admitted were due to the pneumonia and the drugs making him loopy and dopey. 

Then we went to get blood test results. From tests done a week ago. In a different building. Then we went home. Then I met a friend who lives near mum to pass her a book she wanted to borrow. Then I met another friend who had stuff to pass me cos her workplace is having a give-away due to ceasing operations in my town. I now have new whisks and rolling pins. Then I bought vegetables from the supermart and then I rang BIKSS and asked him to come get me and my many bags. 

He pulled out one of the whisks and tried slapping himself on the thigh with it. The verdict - whisks make terrible spanking implements. I thought I should share this with all of you :)

He helped me cook dinner. And toss salad. He's the official tosser. He made a faux fuss about being called that too! LOL. We ended up eating a really yummy salad (there are cherry tomatoes hiding at the bottom and some sausage bits underneath there too!) and home made minestrone! 

Today I bought lunch, picked up some more dressing and butter (for baking) from a cake supply store near mum's, and got the parents over for lunch at my place. 

Then I was on the fone all afternoon trying to find an agency who could give us the type of care we need. 

Between calls I managed a trip to the grocery store to pick up some bread and butter for the folks to take home. 

And they had some of yesterday's minestrone with bread for dinner. Which they both enjoyed so that was good.

And now? Now I'm exhausted. This week my step count will probably be phenomonal. It's been less than 48 hours since the start of the week and I'm already past 24k steps. 

Tomorrow I shall take some time to have lunch with the bff. And then hopefully I'll get some time with BIKSS in the evening. 

Thursday is also a stay-at-home day, and then on Friday I have an appointment with the agency's social worker to get the paperwork going. 

Yes, we've settled on one. She's a Muslim lady, and as you know some of them are rather particular about not coming into contact with dogs. The brother has a tiny rat of a shihtzu. She's terribly untrained. Yaps continuously. Oh wait, that sounds like the wife. I see he has a type. 

I texted him to ask if he could put the dog in the room with the wife for the mornings that the home-care lady will be there, and he had a million questions to ask. 

Seriously. Your wife sleeps till noon. You're not paying for the help. I'm making all the arrangements and trying to cater to the parents' needs remotely and you have a million questions about the "movement" of this person? His word. Not mine. 

What movement? I wonder if he's afraid that she'll take/touch his stuff. Tsk. 

I basically told him to stay out of it. Just tell me if you can sort the dog thing out so I can arrange for the parents to get the assist. 

I was so annoyed that I downloaded a rosary app with audio recitation so that I could follow along while I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen (the parents left after dinner). 

It was that or chain smoke. But I had a dirty kitchen waiting for me and I didn't want to waste anymore time getting that sorted. Rosary it was. 

I felt better after. 

FFF #30 Recap and My Weekend

I spent all of Saturday in bed. I lazed and played one match-3 game after another, cycling through them in turn as I ran out of lives. It was good. Relaxing. I feel like it has been too long since I had days like that - days where I had absolutely fuck all to do. This was pretty much me from 8am to 5pm on Saturday. Uh huh. Yup. Sloth. 

image taken off bigstock

By the time I had to leave for the father's official family dinner at a famous Chinese restaurant I was well rested and ready to face whatever stress they could throw at me. Thankfully there was none. Dinner was good. The parents seemed happy enough. And I rounded up the evening with a chit chat n tea session with my bff. 

Today - the parents are here because the mother had a fight with her son. Again. Thankfully I'm teaching all afternoon so I've gotten them food and the telly is on and I'm happily tucked away safely in my studio. 

For now at least. It'll give her some time to cool down and I won't have to deal with a heat-of-the-moment outburst!

But enough about my weekend - here are the updates :)

Olivia has a new number. Who cares what day it is!

From Downunder Don ~

I refuse to give up everything just to shed those last few kilos. So despite a huge step count and the ongoing food restriction I keep bouncing around the 74kg mark. But I have got there by eating sensibly and the huge diners are all just part of life.

Have a Happy Weekend

And from our dearest Roz ~

I only managed my exercises 3 days last week, which is very low for me.

Anyway, since I've been spending so much time playing games on my phone, I thought I might try and justify it. 

Here are the articles :

Changing Your Brain for the Better

Harvard Doesn't Think It Helps Overall Brain Skills

Non-Action Games MAY Sharpen Skills Required For Other Tasks 

This Article is for the Candy Crushers!

KOTW - She Sells Seashells...

(I'm gonna just let my brain float along with this post and see where it takes me!)

I remember learning the popular tongue twister in school. 

I never thought it was too difficult to say. 

I DID think that seashells were the stupidest thing one could sell by the seashore. I mean, why? Anyone could just pick their own, innit? 

Which brings me to - congkak. (the 'c' is pronounced 'ch')

When I think of shells, I think of cowrie shells. And when I think about cowrie shells I think about congkak. Some people use marbles but we always played using shells.

My mother would sit on the floor across from me with the board between us. 

As we played she would tell me stories about my grandparents and great grandparents. 

Mum loved the beach. When we were young we lived 10 mins from the beach - on foot. She would organise picnics all the time. I remember spending many a weekend camped at the seaside. It looked a lot like THIS.

But I hated the sand. Refused to take my shoes off. I was afraid it would stick to my toes and a grain would bury itself in my flesh and I would start to rot from the feet up. 

LOL. 

I'm still not the biggest fan of having sand in crevices where the sun don't shine. But I'm a lot better about it now. 

I think spending so much time by the sea as a child has something to do with why I  enjoy spending time at the beach. The smell of the sea, the sound of the waves. Even before BIKSS and I were a thing we would often meet up for chats by an unused BBQ pit at the beach whenever either of us (mostly me) needed a listening ear. 

When we used to exercise together (pre-day-job, for me) we would head to the beach for our walks. Some of our regular eating places are by the sea too. And back in the day when I used to drink alcohol, we'd often adjourn to one of the many seaside bars after dinner. 

I'll never say no to the beach. As a date option it'll always get a YES from me.

BIKSS was a navy man. He's all about the ships and boats and submarines. I know nothing about sea vessels. I do enjoy it when he teaches me stuff tho. But I forget almost immediately, so we'll never run out of conversation as long as there are ships for him to point out :)

I like being near the water and on the water. IN, however, is another story altogether. If I had to swim - I'd pick a chlorinated swimming pool anyday.

FFF #30

I'm late with my FFF this week... but that's cos I was planning to post it after work and clear forgot that I had to attend the father's birthday party at the eldercare centre. He wanted to get a big cake to share with the others. So mum ordered a 5kg cake that was made to look like a soccer pitch complete with goal posts and little figures kicking a ball around on the top! It was cute!

Anyway, after all that cake, I feel even more guilty about not having met my step goals. But here are last week's numbers anyway.

Total steps - 51,282
Highest steps in a day - 9,033
No of > 10k steps days - NONE. ZERO. NADA.
Exercise days - also NONE. ZERO. NADA.

Sigh.

How did you lot do?

I Have Become Predictable

That's what BIKSS says.

Last week as we were doing the horizontal tango, me on my belly, him on top of me, he said "Squeeze" as he was about to finish.

He stopped thrusting and I did the thing he likes me to do with my butt cheeks, making him cum.

Later I told him that I really like it when I get instructions/commands. When he tells me to do stuff. Or not do stuff.

He grinned and admitted that as he said it he thought to himself "She's gonna think 'he's never said that to me before' and she's going to get all hot and bothered by it."

Me -  "Are you saying I'm predictable?"

Him - "I'm saying I know you."

Hrmph. But yeah. I really do like being told what to do. And he knows it.

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On the topic of being told what to do, I admitted to BIKSS that earlier that morning (it could also have been hormones, I'm just saying...) when my boss summoned me to his room on the Google Hangouts chat window, there was a little flicker of something in my brain.  He never asks me to go into his room. Usually we communicate via chat or else *I'm* the one who'll just slide the divider open and plonk on his chair for a face to face (usually when there are no patients waiting to see him).

Being CALLED INTO his room is a different matter, apparently. In the year and a half that I've been there he's never asked me to go to his room. The other boss, yes. It's his thing. This one? Nuh-uh. I don't know what it was that got me excited. Perhaps it was simply being summoned. 

I told BIKSS I got tingly when I saw the words pop up on my screen. He asked if there was a tingle down below... I said no. Not even a tummy flip. It was just a tiny spark in my brain that disappeared almost as soon as it began. He was amused. 

I think it has something to do with the way I see him - there is some definite respect there. And trust. 

"A tingle in your brain is OK. When you get a tingling down below... now THAT you tell me. Cos that one's gonna be a problem," according to Daddy. 

Sigh. What is it with me and authority figures?

Stripes

BIKSS and I made a video for Baker who was on the fence about the cane. I'm trying to convince her to take the plunge so the video was to show her the different types of taps I get from BIKSS when he uses the cane. I offered to get one (or 2) for her from over here in the land where I live cos they sell 'em by the bunch at the stores around the neighbourhood. I'm not kidding. I might have mentioned this before and posted a pic even, but yes, no one would bat an eyelid if I walked in and picked up a loaf of bread, a carton of milk and a couple of rattan canes. Trust me. 

Every friend I had growing up had either 1) been caned on the legs / buttocks at least once or 2) been threatened with a cane or 3) had the cane slammed down really loudly on the table beside them as a scare tactic. 

Children in my country are no strangers to corporal punishment. 

After we got done with the video, complete with narration, Gmail informed me it was too big. So we started again, making sure to keep it short this time. 

I sent that off and BIKSS decided to carry on with the tappety taps. I stupidly asked him for some proper strokes - What exactly IS 6 of the Best? I asked him. 

*Runs and hides to escape all the coffee mugs and pillows that I'm sure you're all flinging at me right now.*

He gave me 6 of the 40%. Yes. That's what I said. 40%. 

(As a child BIKSS had a really bad encounter with the cane, and still has the scar on his thigh to show for it. This is one of the reasons it took us a while to get to playing with one. It was just something he needed to come to terms with / wrap his head around in his own time and in his own way.  I think it helped that I was super keen re experimenting with a cane, and eventually he said I could pick one up from the store and we would see how things went.) 

He landed 6 really hard ones on my butt, probably the hardest he'd ever struck me with the cane in my opinion, but according to him, it was about 40% of his (and the cane's) full strength!

Left - red is from earlier taps and hand spanks, white lines are cane stripes. 

Right - slight welts have replaced the white stripes an hour later.

Right now it's been about 6 hours since we played - and my butt is perfectly fine again. No lines, no welts, no pain. 

Well then, it seemed this little experiment had kicked off something in his brain, because after the cane he picked up the purple paddle, and the back scratcher, and the green racket dog stick, and the latest black flogger. 

He wanted to know how each of those items felt at varying arm weights. Um, yeah, sure. I was trying to be as objective as possible, but as you can imagine it was quite impossible because butt pain stacks - the way some MMORPG spells do! 

I do have a rather high pain tolerance tho, so I did my best. But after the green stick I decided the experiment was over LOL. That one hurts with a heavy thuddy whoop as it lands. I think he said something about it being a good punishment cane. 

Ok. Can we please have sex now? 

That's much better. 

:)

FFF #29 Recap

Olivia's busy busy busy

Michael's got a Fitbit I think

And let's all send Roz some positive vibes ~

No of exercise days for me 5/7. I took last weekend off and probably will this weekend. This coming will be light as I have a minor medical procedure coming up.

Update on the Fondles front - 

I'm tired and stressed out. The parents can't seem to decide what they want. Wait. Mum. Mum can't decide what she wants. She is obviously feeling trapped but reluctant to say to her son in his face all the things that she's upset about. As a result the brother gets away with murder and goes on believing that he's a wonderful being. She then complains to us and asks us what to do. And then won't take advice that's given to her. Well, it's a no-win situation. 

I'm fed up.

That's all.

Spank Bank

The lovely Baker and I were chatting about needing regular GG / maintenance spankings, and I mentioned how fantastic it would be if we could bank in our spanks to save up for days when our men were away. 

If only technology would hurry up and invent sensory replicating programmes already! 

I can just see it. 

First the electrodes would go on the temples. These would be attached to a computer where a program is running, and set to "record" mode. 

Then the spankings would commence. It would pick up all the currents that fire through the brain as one is getting spanked. The emotions, the physical sensations, the sounds and sights. (Sometimes my eyes are closed, but I have been known to tell myself to look at a spot on the floor, or concentrate on the wall in front of me.) The way the room smells, HE smells. The heat rising in one's buttocks, or the layer of sweat forming on one's skin.  

Everything would be recorded. And when the spanking was over I (for one) would keep recording. To capture the hugs, cuddles, words of affirmation and reassurance. 

And the files could be saved - like you would any audio or video file - on your desktop : "Flogger, July 7th" or "Cane and paddle, September 16th". Even, "GG spanking #4" or "Punishment spanking #2". Name them in order of intensity, by location, according to purpose. Whatever you prefer. 

So that when our fellas are away we could put those same electrodes on and set the program to transmit / play and it would send back all the information from whichever event you desire to your brain so that you could relive the moment again. 

Wouldn't it be a wonderful to stay "spanked" even when our Doms are far away and unable to spank us in person? 

Picture from zmescience.com

FFF #29

Last week's numbers aren't nearly as impressive as the ones before... perhaps because I was at home a lot more.

But here they are - and I'm still pretty happy about them.

Exercise days - 2
Highest no of steps in a day - 15,889
No of >10k steps days - 3
Total steps in the week - 69,083


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Links this week - I'm a spanko right? How about some spanking reminders...

A really quick and easy guide to impact play - what to hit with, and where to hit. Think of it as a beginner's guide! And if you haven't tried some of these, it might be a good time to experiment!

This one is a quick reference guide (in picture form!) that you can print out and stick on your bathroom mirror LOL.

Another guide here, also with a picture for reference, and a reminder to avoid "leather butt"!

And if you have time for more reading - here's a link to a blog with more links.

Enjoy! And spank safely :)

TBT- CWS 4

Well then, I missed last week's TBT it appears. This week I've managed to schedule the post in advance. Here's an Ode to Cock from 6 years ago. It was meant to be funny and tongue/cock in cheek, so don't take it too seriously! 

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Ode to Cock - a CWS special

It's the girth - not the length
It's the power and the strength
It invades and impales

It is veiny, but it is smooth
It likes tongue, not so much tooth
And some sucking never fails

It is hard, and soft as well
When it's in me, what the hell!
Pump me harder, that's a boy!

Out again, it seeks my mouth
Head pushed into crotch, down south
Use me, fuck me, I'm your toy

Back of throat, deep you thrust
Keep it down, do this I must
Looking up I see your gaze

Eyes that speak of lust anew
Stare at me even while you spew
You cum, and we, together, laze.

Presenting And Active Submission

Presenting - Daddy loves having me do it. And that's what he wanted me to do on Monday evening. 

He came by, and we got busy with changing the lightbulb in the living room - for some reason I just can't handle that particular light - I manage to do most of the other stuff around my place on my own. But that one is just too much for me. 

Then I chucked some leftovers in the microwave and we had a simple but filling dinner. And then it was time to shower cos I had been in my work clothes all day. 

When I was done it was his turn to hit the bathroom. And while waiting for him to be finished I turned down the covers and got into position. 

He entered the room and said something about how much he enjoyed the view. I asked what it was about presenting that he liked so much. 

"Being exposed and vulnerable," he said. "Your most intimate parts are made available to me."

I like that too. Being exposed to him. To his eyes, his touch. 

He pulled his belt throught the loops of his pants - they were hanging on the back of the door - and I don't have to tell you ladies what that sound does to a sub, do I? 

I felt my lady parts tingling. He touched my butt cheeks, my folds; he explored, played with his girl. He let the belt fall on my bum. Then on my upper back. On the sides of my thighs. 

In between strokes he used his fingers to feel my wetness. 

According to BIKSS (later) I was already glistening after only the first few swats. And so he entered me with his cock. 

And who says men can't multi-task? Tell that to the Dom wielding an implement and fucking his girl at the same time. Oh they can multi-task I tell you. When the tasks are important enough!

As he moved his length in me he continued to spank with his hand, his belt, everywhere. My butt, my back. 

He says that as the belt landed on my upper back I became more "proactive" and began moving myself backward into him. (I think he thought that it made me hornier?) But I don't think the strikes on my back were the direct cause - it wasn't a case of "Oh, I enjoyed that let's pleasure myself on him".

Now that I've had some time to think about it, I think it stemmed from feeling extra submissive. You see, we usually stay within the safe "bum and thigh" region during spankings, so when he gave some spanky attention to my upper back it made me feel even more at his mercy - cos I imagine one could do a little more damage up there than on a fleshy rump. I think he might have only explored the upper back area 2 or 3 times before with the flogger, once with the tappety-tapping cane, and most recently with the ruler.  When I realised that the angle of penetration was agreeable to us both (in the past we've had weird positions where Roger popped out due to being at a funny angle) rocking back and forth came naturally, as a way of pleasuring/servicing him, instead of "letting him do the work" as it were. And that made me feel even more submissive. And you can see how it's a cycle that feeds itself. 

I'm not sure I can explain this well or with any measure of eloquence, but indulge me if you will. To me, the Dom is the top and active partner, and the sub is the passive one. Yes, yes, I'm generalising/stereotyping. Don't shoot me, that's just how it is in my brain. 

By moving myself over his cock, I felt that I was going a step further than merely submitting to him and/or allowing him to do as he pleased with me; I was 'inflicting' it on myself for his pleasure. So while I was the (pro)active one, and he was barely moving, I was still submitting to him in performing for him, servicing him, pleasuring him; and he still held command over me. 

(I did say it wasn't going to be the best explanation. But you get it right?)

Anyway, it was good. That's the bottom line. And we had a good session of cuddling and hugs after that. 

Face Slapping - KOTW

I'd never thought about participating in Kink of the Week but since Mrs Fever put it in a comment, I thought I might dip a toe in. 

It was never something we thought we would do. Whenever we had seen it in videos it had always looked scary and humiliating, and since humiliation was never really our kink per se, well, we thought, it wasn't for us. 

Until I came across this ONE particular clip where after being slapped the sub had a totally serene expression come over her face, and she turned back immediately to look up adoringly at her Dom. 

And that got me hot and bothered in all sorts of ways. It's a look I myself wear when I am in little girl mode and looking up at Daddy. 

We talked about it and well, here's a little snippet taken from my post the first time it happened - 

Daddy held my face in his hands while talking and kissing. And he tentatively placed a soft pat on my cheek. A light one. And I said "We've talked about how that makes me feel."  Which we had. Not in the sense that we wanted to try it. Just about how watching it or reading about it made us feel. And it made me feel good. I can't quite remember what his reaction to it was at the time.

He said he remembered. And I could feel that Roger was definitely enjoying it. He confirmed it verbally too. I added that he wasn't the only one who was getting hot and bothered. Cos my hooha was definitely interested in what was going on.

So another slap. Then a couple more in succession. Taps more than full on slaps. Rapid, shallow, unheavy taps on both sides of my face.

This went on for a little while before he began fucking and choking, and more tapping.

"I'm just worried about leaving a mark."

"Don't leave a mark."

That was all the conversation we had during the encounter.

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This was taken from an early encounter too - maybe the 3rd or 4th time... 

There was some spanking, and a blowjob (of course) during which he slapped my face a little bit, but also a little more than before. This isn't part of our usual repertoire altho' we have tried it a few times. I enjoyed it... but Roger REALLY enjoyed it. 

It's strange how he manages to do so with such affection. Belonging. Cherished. These are the words I would use to describe how I feel when he's shoving my face into his crotch and making me gag on his cock, while smacking my cheek at the same time with the other hand. Hashtag warped. But I'm not complaining. And in between slaps he affectionately pinches the bridge of my nose in that playful you're-so-cute way, and strokes the space between my eyebrows with the back of an index finger. Cock still in mouth. Eyes looking up at him.

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It seems that face slapping for us is a sign of belonging, rather than to elicit humiliation. And I'm perfectly happy about that. 

Just this morning, in the car, we spoke about it as I mentioned that I had been looking at impact play infographics and one did caution that if a person were to engage in face-slapping, the other side of the face should always be supported. 

"But you're talking about full-force slaps across the face, in that case, not like the ones we do," he says. 

"Hm, that's true, ours are really very light taps compared to some of the scenes we see in the videos," I reply. 

"And if I ever whacked you across the face like that you'd kick me out of your house!" he laughs. 

I pause. 

"Um, actually, maybe not." I continue in a really quiet voice, "She's (pointing between my legs) getting wet thinking about it... " *insert sheepish smile here*.

Friday Night Fun - A Summary

As some of you might remember, the fun started as I was writing my weekly FFF update!

When I had clicked "publish" on that post I turned around to find that BIKSS had taken off his pants. Roger was hard and ready to go, and he had me take him in my mouth. 

As he reached for my nipples I asked if I could take my top off. He nodded, pleased at my initiative. I also asked if I could remove my underwear, again, he said yes, and cautioned me to be careful and not trip and fall over again... tsk. (I fell on hands and knees taking off my shorts last Wednesday. Read about that here.)

He took his tee off while I was getting naked, and had me kneel in front of him and continue with sucking on Roger. 

Enter the foot-long ruler that he found on my desk. 

Smacks on my butt, smacks on my upper back. 

Gagging, deep-throating, tears forming in my eyes.

We get into bed, and I continue. For a long while, until he tells me to get the cane. 

He puts me perpendicular to his body, and spanks me with his hand. I'm lying over him. Yet he is in control. That strikes (no pun intended) me as funny.  

And the cane now. And the hand again. 

And then follows a good long session of thumb-fucking. 

Yup. Thumb. 

Fingers are fine. They feel good. But when he uses his thumb it feels invasive. I feel impaled. It's different. 

I am open and submit to his probing. 

More spanking. And then I am between his legs again, sucking, gagging, deep-throating. He attacks my nipples. It hurts. I stop what I'm doing and breathe. "Good girl, Daddy's little girl... " I hear him soothe me. Soothe. Yup. Again I think how funny it is that he is soothing me with his words while inflicting crazy burning pain on my nipples. 

He slaps my face, gently. Tenderly. I notice the intensity is different from some of the sessions that we've had before. 

"Are you wet?" 

I nod. 

"Check." 

I freeze. This isn't part of our usual repertoire. Does he want me to touch myself? I move my hand under me, between my legs, tentatively. He encourages me with his gaze. A slight nod. I feel myself and say, "Yes."

"Show me." 

What? I dip two fingers inside myself and remove them, lifting my hand and pulling my fingers apart to show him the string of lubrication - it makes a trail from pussy to finger to finger. 

He seems satisfied. He tells me to lie on my front and enters me from behind. 

"Daddy wants to stay inside you for a bit"... this is code for "DON'T MOVE" so that he is in control of the rhythm of our sex. 

"Hands down," he says. I move my arms which have been at my shoulder level down so that my fingers are pointing to my feet, and he grabs my neck and uses me. 

He turns us so we are lying on the side and when he finally cums he pulls out and lies on his back. I flip around and get up over him. I manage to catch most of it in my mouth, and lick up the rest after he is done. 

As we talk he starts to play with my clit. "Do you want your vibe?" he asks. I say no, because the last time I tried to have a cum it was terribly tiring. Of late I've been having trouble with it, and I really didn't need added pressure, I thought. 

I tell him about the most recent attempt, and he tells me to get the vibe anyway. "I'll help you," he says. 

And so I get the vibe and hold it against myself. He uses his fingers in magical ways, and it doesn't take long for me to cum. 

It's a strong one, and I make a sound, and I don't stop making those sounds because he is inside me fucking my sensitive pussy again. 

I am lost in the sensations and feel a pillow over my mouth. He's muffling the sounds. 

"She's back" he says, meaning the tenant has returned home and is in the room next to mine. 

Ah, that explains the pillow. 

It was all good. Way better than the Friday afternoon I had had. 

Ranking Submission

I was reading Esmay's post on naked kneeling, and got to discussing submission (what else?) with BIKSS.

I asked him what was the "something" I do that shows him my submission the most. After some time we both decided that anal anything is probably the most submissive for both of us - whether it's a finger, plug, dildo or sex. 

We then went through a list of other things that we do, and tried to rank them, but ended up categorising them roughly into three main groups instead - stuff that feeds his dominance, stuff that makes me feel submissive, and stuff that satisfies both of us.  

For him -  deep throating / gagging, kneeling (with or without taking Roger in my mouth while doing so), spanking with the purple spanker and black rubber spankers (those things are really slappy!), giving/receiving instructions (removal of clothing, keeping still / quiet, fetching of implements etc).

For me - nipple pain, spanking with the cane, belt, flogger, crop. (I'm seeing a pattern here... did someone say pain-slut?)

For both of us - face slapping, choking, spanking with Christmas paddle, bondage, presenting - head down / bum up / knees apart. 

I'm including the latest pic of our collection here, but for a closer look click on the definitions tab. 

FFF #28 Recap

Here are the links to other FFF-ers. As always, if I've missed anyone, please let me know in the comments.

I give you :~

Olivia and boxes, vertigo and date night!

Michael's kilo lost, gym circuits and red-bikini-bottomed hen-party girl.

Roz writes: 

I am on track with the exercises, though I may have to take a bit of a breather as I now have an achy neck and shoulder. Still need to work on cutting down the sweet stuff.

Today I'm taking a break from FFF related links. Here's a video I watched this morning that I found very amusing. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

If the video doesn't work for you, try this link.

Here's another video I enjoyed. It's about money and spending. And is totally relevant for me now that I'm trying to stick with a plan to manage my finances better!

It's called 5 ways people are dumb about money.  Unfortunately I couldn't get the embed code to work, so I've added the link to the page. 

And today's self-care thought - for me, and maybe for some of you : 

The Day After That - Fondles' Friday Fone Fiasco

After my day from hell, things went much better on (as Mrs Fever calls it) 'rebound' day. 

But then it went a little mad in the afternoon after leaving work yesterday. I hopped out of the boss's car (he usually drops me off at a bus stop where I can catch a service that goes straight home) and was reaching into my bag for my cell to call the bff and let her know I was en route. We made plans to lunch together. Only, my fone was no where in sight. 

Oh, I must have left it at the office. Which is locked. And my boss has the key. Cos they've just changed the doors and we haven't had the chance to get the keys duplicated. Great. I'll just take a bus to the train station, and head to the main clinic which is where my boss was headed. I'll get the key from him. But um, how do I contact the bff. Maybe I should go home, get on messenger (facebook) and text her. 

Right. That's what I'll do. I'll hop onto a bus. No wait. My travel card is in the pocket of my fone case. Ok - so I have no card. No problem. I'll just drop some change into the box and get a ticket. Wait. I don't have any coins. Or dollar bills, or 2-dollar bills. The smallest note I have is a 10. 

Hmmm, better I take a cab. It'll get me home quicker anyway. So I flag one down. And tell the taxi man my address. Off we go. In the meantime, he seems chatty and friendly. I ask him really nicely if I could borrow his fone cos mine was trapped in the office. He didn't mind, and I rang the bff. Thank goodness I could remember her number. 

She rejected my call. Twice. Sure. I get it. Unknown number and all that. I'll send her a text. Er, the fone's language was set to Chinese. Eek. Um, symbols are universal tho. I click what I think is a message icon. Aha! Success. 

"Hey Betty, it's Fondles - pick up the fone." 

Then I call again. She picks up this time. I tell her what happened and I can HEAR her rolling her eyeballs. OK OK, go sort it out, she says. She'll be fine. 

So I tell the driver maybe we should just go straight to the main clinic - forget about the address I gave you earlier. 

We get on the expressway and $20 later I'm at the main clinic. 

I walk in and my boss looks up shocked. What are you doing here? 

I explain everything. He tries not to laugh, unsuccessfully. And shakes his head in what he hopes looks like commiseration I bet. 

Then I ask him if I can get on the net on his computer cos I wanted to send a text off to BIKSS. 

He logs out of his FB acc and I log into mine. BUT I wasn't sure if FB messenger was safe to send messages on - there have been instances in the past when he would say NOT to use it in case the wife was online and saw the notification. 

Hm, maybe I should call his office. Cos I can't remember his mobile numbers. Yeah, yeah. I've since asked him for the numbers and written them down on a piece of paper and stuffed it in my wallet. 

Anyway, I look up the web for his company's page and ring the main number. I ask for him when the guy picks up and soon I hear Daddy's voice on the other end. Finally I feel some sort of relief.  I wasn't calling to ask for help, per se, cos I knew he was at work. But ... if I'm to be honest - I was hoping that he would come to my rescue. 

"It's your little girl," I say. "I'm using the clinic's main line cos I left my fone at work and cabbed here to get the key from boss so that I can go back there and retrieve my fone." 

"Where are you now? "

I think he was a bit confused cos we have two clinics, and I caught him by surprise and I was talking at double speed. I told him where I was, and he said to get to XYZ train station and he would pick me up from there and drive me the rest of the way. 

I walked over to the nearest station only to discover that the spare train card I was carrying in my wallet had expired two years ago. The kind lady at the ticket counter told me so. Right. A single-trip ticket for me then. I manage to get the automated ticket machine to spit out a ticket easily enough, and was soon on my way to the station BIKSS mentioned. When I got there, he was already waiting. I think I ran to the car, knowing that once I got into it everything would be better! (Or at least now Daddy was here to help.)

And that was Fondles' Friday fone fiasco. (KD - that's for you!)

FFF #28

I realised when I got into bed after a shower this evening that I had forgotten to schedule this week's FFF update.

So I asked BIKSS if I could put up the post real quick.

He said ok, but right now as I'm typing this he's sitting behind my chair twiddling my nipples.

It's making it really difficult to concentrate on what I'm doing with my own fingers, I'm just sayin'.

Anyway, here are the numbers :

No of exercise days - 2
No of >10k steps days - 5
Highest no in a day - 18,339
Total steps for the week - 89,768

Ciao for now. I'm outta here. Gonna hop back into bed!

A Much Better Day...

...was had after that mess of an everything-gone-wrong one. 

There was a slight drizzle in the morning when I woke up. But that petered out just as I was heading out to work. Perfect. 

Daddy picked me up at the usual place and we had a good chat in the car - I was updating him on all the things that I had gotten up to in the couple of days that we didn't meet up. 

Work was splendid - an easy day. I had a simple lunch with the bff and then I went home. Class went well, the kids were great. 

BIKSS and I had planned to have a salad and some meat for dinner, and he offered to buy the ingredients. So I gave him a list - lettuce, cheese, some sort of meat, cucumber ...  then thought better of it and said I would go and get the stuff instead. The store that's nearest to him tends to be a little overpriced. It made more sense for me to pick up the items. BUT he surprised me with a text a little later saying he'd already gotten all the ingredients so there was no need for me to get anything. Hurray! 

He arrived after work around 645 with veggies and a roast chicken and we fixed dinner together. He also got blueberries and mixed nuts to top the salad! It was delicious.

BIKSS dishing out salad for us!

We even had some Rosee beer to share - and I made sure to drink plenty of water with it, which BIKSS got for me cos I was midway through my food when I remembered that I should dilute my alcohol. I usually enjoy being the one running up and down to get him this or that, I suppose that's my submissive side - service is one of the ways I show submission, but once in a while it's really nice when he does the to-ing and fro-ing for me. I feel special and little when he does. 

I had planned on a massage in the afternoon but seeing as it was the eve of a national holiday here, it was going to be more expensive than what I usually pay. 

Sheesh. Now now, to be fair, and before you get alarmed, he meant the tappety tap type of thing with the cane. Not the swooshy swing that leaves a stripe. 

But still. 

After a shower we headed into the room. He gave my back a little massage cos I was aching from having to support the father's weight on my shoulder the day before. 

Then he went and got the cane. We have two. I checked that he had taken out my favourite one. Yup. Can we use the crop too, I asked. He obliged. Too willingly, imo. 

First, he spanked with his hands, then he moved on to the cane. Those tappety taps ended up totalling more than 50, and for some reason I felt like I needed some serious stripes. Ok. Maybe 2. I asked him if I could have a stripe please. He said yes. 

Ouch. Why oh why do I do this to myself???

But it felt so good. I don't know why I never noticed this before but after a sudden jolt of pain (like that swooshing cane landing on my ass) my whole body feels warm, like there is a rush of blood. I understand it has something to do with the release of chemical pain mediators in the nearby areas (seratonin, prostaglandin, histamine etc) and increase of blood supply for white blood cells to do their job (healing). But it was never so apparent as last night.

Anyway, he continued on with the tappety taps and the crop - one implemet in each hand, like he was playing the drums - and then I asked for another stripe. 

But I ended up with 7! 

Clearly he has trouble counting. 

It's not as clear here as on the phone (or in the mirror, for that matter), but you get the idea. Some of the lower lines were actually whitish, rather than red. 

And because I don't mark easily, these were gone in under 10 mins. 

Still, it was good while it lasted. 

We had some sexy time, and some cuddly time. And then I had a weepy time. I dunno why. Just emotional I suppose. I realise that sometimes it happens when I have been away from my guy for too long. I guess 4 days was too long LOL. 

BIKSS reassured me, and we hugged and he let me snivel on his shoulder. He mentioned it too - that here I was crying for no reason and snivelling and wetting his shoulder - and that got me giggling a little bit. 

The evening ended well, despite the short bout of tears. And I went to bed a happy little. :)