Mini Me, More Waffle and FFF 2.0 #35

My niece is camping out here for the week while she trials a new position at a client's place near my home. It would take her a little under 2 hours to travel there from her own home, but I live really close to the job site. So she's roughing it out in the living room on the sofabed. And I think she's having a blast. At least there's no mum to nag her about this, that and the other. Just an aunt who is obsessive about laundry - so I grab her stuff and wash 'em with mine when I'm ready for a load. She is rather amused at my faux disgust at her re-wearing her PJs. OK. It's not *quite* 'faux'. 

In any case, I cook most days for myself anyway, so she has home-cooked food to come back to after work. She doesn't mind eating out on her own, but if I'm cooking and she doesn't have plans with mates she's happy to come back for grub. 

She's been here for 4 days now and has discussed the possibility of bunking here for the rest of the 3 months that they're offering her a contract for. I've said it's ok if she's happy camping out in the living room with no proper room and walls, and she seems quite comfortable with that idea. 

My worry was that she wouldn't have any privacy, seeing as how she likes to hole up in her room at home - pretty much like me - but she assured me that since everyone else is holed up in OUR rooms she doesn't feel like there are a lot of people coming and going. And this is true - the tenant, the caregiver, and me  - we pretty much all stay in our own rooms when we're home and don't come out unless we need to pee or grab something from the fridge. I mean, if we need to talk to each other we text. Yes. Really. 

Unfortunately, this means there will be almost NO updates on the kinky front cos the house will be off limits for BIKSS except on Friday nights when she goes home for the weekend. 

But it does mean that we'll be expecting more date-nights out. 

We were so happy with the new chicken and waffle place he discovered last week that we went there again yesterday to try one of their burgers... and we had an ice cream waffle for dessert this time. Yes, it's still great waffle. And yes, I could eat there every week. My waistline would object tho. 

Thats a full-sized dinner plate. That's a large waffle. And that's an extra large scoop of ice cream on the huge waffle. 

And then I had a waffle-coma. That's like a food-coma but waffle-induced. Probably cos I had VERY little protein and NO veggies at that meal. (For more on why we feel sleepy after a heavy meal, CLICK HERE.) 

Remember we wanted to try a burger? Well, we split it into two, and I gobbled down the egg that was sitting on top of the breaded chicken. Then I popped a handful of fries into my mouth and I knew by then that if I ate anymore I would have no space left for the waffle. So I doggie-bagged my half of the burger for today's lunch. 😆 

Essentially I had half a waffle, a handful of fries and most of a sunny side up egg for dinner. BIKSS says if I keep this up, I'll end up just looking at food and getting full from breathing in the fumes. That might save me a lot of money, I'm just saying. 

And now, the numbers - 

Average  12,348

Highest  14,446

> 10k steps - 6 days. 

Yup. It was a good week for walking! 

Happy weekend everyone :)

FFF 2.0 #34 And My Waffle Search is Over

I am late again this week as I was baking on Friday. We're celebrating the father's birthday today, and while it's not the happiest of times, we're not gonna let a little thing like his inability to move on his own stop us from celebrating, dammit! So I baked him one of my layer cakes -it's one of his favourite things to eat.

The numbers for last week - 

Average      -   11,412

Highest       -   18,098

>10k days   -   3

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Some of you may know that I love waffles. If you don't, well, I do. And fried chicken. And I love a good waffle and chicken. Unfortunately our favourite waffle place closed down some time back and we haven't found another that serves up a waffle that's quite as good as that one. 

Until last Friday. BIKSS read about this cafe/bar on the web and thought we might like to try their waffle. I'm glad he did.

That jar on the side is bourbon maple syrup. The salad is a fruit and frisee salad. The waffle is perfect. It's got bite. It's chewy. It's crispy in an almost-crunchy way. After we put away half of it we ordered a scoop of fig and honey ice cream to turn the other half into dessert. And the waffle kept its crisp right till the last bite. 

In other words, we've found our new waffle place. 

Oh yeah, the chicken was good too. :)

*And I thought the girl who served us was cute*

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In more thrift shopping-news, I attended a food fair at a friend's church yesterday and there was a thrift shop in the hall - I found a brand new Laura Ashley skirt for $5. 

SCORE! 

And now, I'm off to celebrate the father's birthday. Have a great Sunday everyone :)

More Bargain Hunting

Remember the last FFF post?  So I think the mother has caught the thrift store bug. She mentioned to me a few days ago that she was looking for a new cardi, or jacket, that would fit her better as some of the ones she has now have gotten a bit worn / baggy (she lost some weight over the last few years). I asked her where she would like to go shopping? I could take her one afternoon, I offered. She looked at me with just a tinge of surprise on her face, and said "Where? What do you mean where? At the thrift shop of course!" 

So off we went that very day. She scored a maroon corduroy jacket and a black cardi. But tops were going at $4 each or 3 for $10, so I picked up a blouse for myself.  

I also found 2 microwave-safe um, shallow bowls, I suppose. I don't know what you call them, I call them 'mangkuk lekuk'. The internet calls them salad plates, pasta bowls, deep-dish plates... So, here - these things.... I broke one some time ago and have been meaning to replace it. But one is a lonely number. LOL. They were a buck each. 

Mind you, I'm just gushing about all of this cos thrift-store shopping isn't a common thing in where-I-live, and in general, people here still scoff at the idea of buying someone else's discarded items. But the way I see it, if I can save some money, do a little bit for charity, AND reduce the amount of stuff being made and sold in the shops - that's a huge win for me! (All the thrift stores in my country are run by NFP organisations...)

I've been wanting a wide-brim hat too, as the trek to visit the father in hospital requires me to be in mid-day sun...  and at high temperatures and high humidity that's no fun at all. I could pop open my brolly (that's a common sight here) but that would render one arm useless cos brollies need holding up!

Last week we went to The Salvation Army store. But by the time we had gotten there they were about 5 minutes to closing. Changed their operation hours, they said. So since BIKSS had some free time yesterday afternoon, he came to get me after I saw my father and decided that we would pay them another visit! Hurray for surprises!

Me: Should I get one? or both?

BIKSS: well, it's not like they'll be easy to carry around... so you probably won't have much opportunity to put them on right?

Me: I'm totally gonna carry it to work cos that's the main reason I want a hat - post-work trips to the hospital in noonday sun! 

BIKSS: OK, so if it's 5 bucks each get them both. If it's more than that then just get one. 

Me: I can't bear the suspense. You go ask the cashier how much they cost. Then just tell me how many I'm getting. Don't tell me the price. 

BIKSS: (3 mins later) Ok, you're getting both. 

Me: OH how much are they then? 

BIKSS: $3.20 after tax. Each. 

SCORE!

The blue one is a bit more floppy so I've managed to find a bag that will fit that one. It's now my official everyday-hat. And the white one I'll keep for outings with BIKSS - I'll have the car to chuck it in cos it's a little too stiff to fit in a bag. 

And that concludes this round up of Fondles' Fabulous Finds!

FFF 2.0 Week 33 and Death Cleaning

I'm late, I'm late, I have no excuse... just that I was busy... and every time I remembered I was supposed to put up a post I was already in bed and this close to passing out.

But here are the numbers

Average - 10,683

Highest - 12,530

>10k days - 5

I walked 2 days, I think, and all those steps are totally paying off cos I entered a step-challenge that was organised by my mobile phone service provider and earned myself a bunch of dicount vouchers for movie tickets. Haha. The benefits of walking!

Now about the OTHER thing, well, I have been reading (and not for the first time) about the Swedish practice of death cleaning. Plus you ALL know how much I love konmarie-ing right? This was inevitable.

There are a ton of articles on the web about it. This one had a really good tip - 

• Shred or throw away anything that could be upsetting, hurtful, or embarrassing for your family to find. "Save your favorite dildo — but throw away the other 15!" she says.

LOL. 

I'm sure we can all relate to that. 

And if you're not sure of the PRACTICAL how-tos, have a look at THIS ARTICLE which has helpful links along the way (not necessarily about death cleaning, but decluttering and streamlining in general).

And here's a review by someone who tried it in her home with 3 kids!!!

So what did I do? I started digging out stuff. 

I found some tumblers that were brand new which I put up for sale on FB marketplace. So far I've sold half of them. Hurray! I'm waiting for someone to snatch up an almost full bottle of Chanel nail polish at the moment.

And to earn some extra cash last weekend I baked and sold 2 layer cakes (which is probably also why I totally forgot about FFF...)!

Aside from selling things, I also found a ton of stuff just everywhere begging to be re-homed. I mean, I'm never going to wear that orange nail polish, you know, the one I got as a gift, and is still sealed, cos, um, ORANGE! Not my colour. Besides, it's really hard to keep polish on these days with the cleaning and cooking and what not. And who has the time to sit and wait for paint to dry? LOL. 

So far I've given away nail stickers, glitter polish, an old electric diffuser, Coke glasses, a bag of clothes (that I no longer wear), a decorative tissue box cover, and a bottle of Tabasco sauce... I'm not even kidding. When a restaurant near the sister's closed down, she scored a bunch of sauces - they knew her well cos she ate there ALL THE TIME - and I was a recipient of some of those sauces. I won't have to buy ketchup for a long time, let's just say. But I'm not a fan of Tabasco (and I already have one open bottle)... so... OLIO to the rescue. 

There's an app you can use to gift and receive both food and non-food items. It's great! 

Aside from giving away stuff, I've also picked up an unopen, brand new tube of CC cream (through OLIO), and some woven bags big enough for my cake boxes via another FB group - there are a bunch of these "freecycle" groups on Facebook, so you could probably find one in your area.

I also walked around the thrift stores (one of them is beside the rehab hospital that my father is currently in) and scored a copy of Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhymes. It's the best thing ever! I've been sleeping with it ever since. Ok, I'm weird that way. I'd rather have a favourite book in bed with me than a stuffie *GRIN*. 

Anyway, at the same time I managed a couple of gifts: brand new books and notepads, for a student's birthday, my sister, and Betty, the bestie. For a buck each! 

I also found a dress (Banana Replublic) and, from a different thrift store, a pair of brand new bedroom slippers for the caregiver. Both of those cost me under $10 in total. 

Today BIKSS and I made a quick stop at another store near where we had lunch, and I picked up a top for myself for $6.

All in all I've been very busy living the frugal life. I don't think it's so much a $$$ issue, as it is about down-sizing, minimising waste, and reducing the amount of *NEW STUFF* in the world when some of the old stuff is still perfectly good! 

Oh which reminds me, I've gotta go see about donating some percussion instruments to the Kid's Ministry at Betty's workplace. 

It's Getting Easier...

... to ask him for help. To say it's heavy, please take it off my breaking arms. 

... to tell him my thoughts. From big lofty dreams to sick fantasies; from mundane musings to exciteable adventures. Even tho I realise what I call adventure may be just a trip to the bookstore for some. 

... to say don't go. I need you. Stay 5 minutes longer cos I'm feeling adrift and I need an anchor. 

... to admit that I dreamed sexy dreams about someone else, that I got butterflies in my tummy when I saw the father of my godson in a plaid shirt in church. 

... to not freak out and panic at every little thing. Cos Daddy's right there and even if something measures "disaster" on my scale of 1 to 10, the fact that he's not freaking out along with me probably means it's closer to "oh crap, that's inconvenient". Usually he's right. And I'm learning to trust his scale and adjust my own.

... to let him pay for stuff. "I have no money. Will you feed me?" And he always wants to, I just used to feel bad about it. I feel less bad now. 

... to tell him what I want. Buy me a book Daddy!? That's how I scored my Dr Seuss books innit?

... to let him love me. To believe that I'm loveable the way I am. Instead of thinking I have to constantly prove that I'm worth loving. 

A Dirty Ode to Seuss

If you've never read The Places You'll Go, maybe you should read that first ... Go on, I'll wait. 

Done? Right. I've always loved Dr Seuss and I enjoy all sorts of rhymes in general,  and I'm glad to have introduced BIKSS to this poem in particular - which he enjoyed rather a great deal. So here's my ode to Seuss, inspired by a line I used while chatting one day when I said "Still gets my juices flowing...."

Enjoy.

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Congratulations!
Today is the day.
It's play-time with Master
You're well on your way!

You have lube in your bag
And a plug in your purse;
The cane and the flogger
that draw many a curse!

You're headed to town where you know what's in store-
You'll be holding your breath as you knock on that door.

You'll enter the room -
How his scent fills the air;
You can't help but notice
His belt on the chair.

He'll grab you and kiss you and claim you for his.
You've been waiting all week, no, all month, just for this!

And now it begins
He'll point to the floor
You cast your eyes downwards
And want nothing more

Than to please him and serve him and do as he says:
You've been aching for this, you've been aching for days.

Oh the juices that flow!

You'll savour each pinch,
every lash, every slap;
You'll beg for his spanking you
Over his lap

You'll think it's too much, no I can't, but I must!
Your feelings of pain are no match for your lust!

And just when your nerves are 'bout ready to snap
You're down on all fours, it is time for the strap.

For this is your choosing, you asked for this thrill
You can't take much more - But you have, and you will!
And the juices that flow prove you crave for it still.

So on you will go,
through the sweat
through the pain
On you will go
past indignant disdain
Upwards you'll travel
to subspace and soar
To a place where the pain matters not anymore

And fina'ly you'll come to that centre, your core
Where you're no longer you, you're not here anymore.
You're equal parts numb yet acutely aware
Of both what's inside you and what is out there.

It never is easy,
you can't go alone
To this place that he takes you,
You can't go on your own.

But the juices that flow when he's taking you there
Are a sign of the wondrous adventure you share!

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As I was looking for a relevant pic, I came across entire Pinterest boards and sites dedicated to "Dirty Seuss". Who knew! Here are a few of my favourites.

On Having A D/s Relationship

I've resurrected the Having a D/s Relationship tabs up top (next to FFF). If you didn't get a chance to read the document years ago when I first posted it, well, it's back online now. 

You can navigate through the tabs on the top of the blog or via the links at the bottom of each page. 

The websites / blogs that I copied the entire thing from are no longer live, so I'm really glad I ctrl+v'ed the whole lot!

Enjoy. I must say, some parts of it *still* gets my juices flowing. 

(BDSM Master on Twitter.com)

Checking for Marks - One more Thing A Submissive Needs to Remember to Do

Women (compared to men, in general) already have a really hard time when it comes to getting dressed. Feel free to nod along as I go down the "considerations" list:

On Period Days -

Is my pantyline showing? 

Do I look bloated? 

Will I be able to sit comfortably in this? 

Is this outfit a dark enough colour in case of accidents? 

On Regular Days -

Do I look fat? (You knew this would make the list!)

What shoes would I wear with this? 

Bra or nipple pads? Or strapless? or ...  

Can I go braless?

Do I *have* to wear a thong?

Can I wear these earrings? 

Is my underwear print showing through?

Now a submissive woman has one MORE thing to consider. As a person on the receiving end of spankings, floggings, and canings, some of which don't only happen on the butt cheeks, there is the added consideration of marks. 

And this lovely WolfieToon reminded me of last Thursday's getting-dressed session after our much-needed play time. You might remember the flogger made an appearance. And I love that thing all over my back and thighs, not just on my butt. 

So when it came time to get dressed I turned to show BIKSS my back and asked the all-important question : 

"Are there any marks anywhere or can I wear whatever I want?"

"No marks. It's all good," he replied. 

I mean, you don't wanna be walking around in a low back top if you looked like this... not unless you want to be asked a million questions, that is. 

Fun Summer Spanking on O & P

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FFF 2.0 Week 32 and Up-Skirt & Other Pics

My highest number of steps last week was 21,807 on Saturday. And I don't even know how that happened. All I did was bake some cakes, clean the house and go to church. Oh, and then we went to that sports megastore I mentioned in last week's FFF post comment. 

Here are the rest of the numbers-

Average for the week : 13,671
No of >10k steps days : 5

Perhaps that mega store was good for mega steps! It *was* huge. It's called Decathlon. Perhaps you have one in your country.... 

Anyway, this is for Enzo  ...

This is the skirt/skort I purchased.

In these two colours:

You can see the shorts under the skirt - it's stretchy and pretty comfortable, but since I don't intend to hike in it, I cut it off above the middle seam so it now looks like a shorter inner skirt / lining.

(The darker fabric is the inner layer that has now been cut short.)

And now you can say you've had a look under my skirt :)

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A few days ago we went across the border again for BIKSS to do something - which didn't happen because of the incompetence of certain agencies - but we did buy lots of treats and managed to share a couple of smirks over these sights :

BIKSS: Are those spanking briefs? 

Me: What? Where? 

BIKSS: Up there, in that underwear shop. 

Me: Ooh. Let's go see.

So we did. And he was amused no end. 

Me: I wish we could take a pic for the blog. 

BIKSS: Stand out here and take a pic! 

So I did. 

Me: Hey Daddy look! A HOH store. (Laughs)

BIKSS: Now *that's* a pic you can put on the blog. 

Backscratchers are a Pain - on the Backside

I haven't had a chance to add the backscratcher in question to the definitions (and toy menu) page. But it is nasty. I actually pouted (yes me!) when BIKSS took it out of the toy drawer. 

He thinks it's amusing that the string it was hanging from looks like rope tying a person's arms above their head. Pffft. Here's a close-up - 

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

There were some errands to be run and we got home at 5-ish. 

No one was in. And we were glad to have the opportunity for some spanking time. It's been a long time since any fun's been had in that department - or in ANY D/s department for that matter. 

It began in the car, really. He dropped me off at the store, so I could pick up some stuff, while he went to get something done. About an hour later he was done and so was I. He came by to pick me up and as I was climbing into the passenger seat I asked where we were headed to next. "Home," he said... "you're gonna get fucked." 

It's been some time since we've had this kind of forceful talk, especially since my emotional state is a little fragile at the moment, given the family situation, and dirty sexy talk is the last thing on my mind. But perhaps that's exactly why I needed some of it today. And I welcomed it. 

He was lying in bed when I got in from the shower, and he motioned for me to come over so we could kiss. I did, and then he rolled out of bed and headed to the toy drawer. I flopped onto my belly to watch him and as he walked past me Roger ended up in my mouth. It felt so good to suck on his already-hard cock. Eventually he made it to his destination and pulled out the backscratcher (yuck), cane and flogger. I 'Yay'-ed at the latter two. 

Then he came round behind me and got to work. He got straight into it with his hands. Spanking, rubbing, fondling, caressing. I drifted into a magical place and forgot all about life for a little while. Then crack came that wretched thing on my butt. 

It's hard, heavy and unforgiving. (Sorry, no Oxford commas in this house!)

And I began to breathe a little heavier. He reassured me with a hand on my back. Up high, almost at my neck. Shhhh... but still he smacked. I twitched and started, and shifted and wriggled. But not too much cos I didn't want that thing landing in the wrong place. He stroked my back and rubbed my shoulders as I winced and whined. And let out moans and groans - not entirely of the encouraging variety. 

When it landed with a thud next to me on the bed I let out a sigh of relief. The rest of the spanking went splendidly. He could never go wrong with the cane and my 'favourite flogger' . I don't know about you but I love roving spanking sessions. As in, not static. As in, I lie on my front, and he roves around me, spanking me from this side and then the other, from over my head, with Roger in my mouth, from behind me with one hand exploring my girly parts. 

Today his explorations took him to my butthole. His initial penetration (I'm not sure which digit he used) didn't even require any lube. I suppose I was wet (and open / ready / willing / horny) enough that whatever juices I was already producing were enough for him to gain access. 

This is unusual for me. But not unheard of. It usually happens when I'm feeling very, very submissive. And/or horny. Today I was both. 

He dug out my Purple Pieman vibe from the drawer and proceeded to place it under me, against my clit, and that got me wriggling all over again. But it was a weird position and no orgasm was going to be had that way. So he had me flip over onto my back. 

But for some reason it just didn't feel right, and I don't know if it's because 1) there was just too much stimulation already that things were getting numb down there from the extended vibing while I was face-down, 2) the pushing of fingers into both my holes was interfering with the vibe-on-clit pressure, or 3) it's been too long since I used it and had weaned myself off this particular vibe. 

So I asked him for the other one. The Paloqueth "sucking" vibrator.

He obliged. And after a while, with my bottom hole still penetrated and finger-fucked, I had the orgasm that was way too long coming. Pun totally intended. 

After that I was totally drained. But damn if I wasn't going to get that fucking he promised me. He took his shirt off and got between my legs. I was sensitive enough that an accidental brush against my just-cum clit elicited a howl out of me. He seemed quite pleased about that. 

After he had had his turn at a cum he got up to go to the dresser for operation clean up (tissues are on the dresser) and I lifted up my hands in the BIKSS-and-Fondles mutually understood gesture for "can I have tissues please?" and he passed me a wad which I used to mop up the mess between my legs, and then raised my hands for more. Only today I did all this with my eyes closed cos I was just THAT tired. 

When he got back into bed I told him as much, adding how "it feels awesome to cum with a finger up your arse, and I don't even have a prostate!"

"You didn't cum with a finger up your arse", he corrected me. 

"Eh?"

"You came with TWO." 

Hot and Bothered, Thanks Ms Julie

So remember that piece I did some while ago The Hand that Spanks ?

Well Ms Julie of Strict Julie Spanks ran with it in her fabulously filthy mind and spun a whole novel to which she masturbated. I love it. And I'm hoping you'll love it too. 

If you haven't read it - go over there now. 

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I PRESENT ..... 

The teaser post is here.

And the session proper is here. PHOTOS TOO!

Here's an excerpt:

"He pulled me down across his left thigh. My head was very close to the ground. I felt one hard smack to my bottom. It finally dawned on me. I was to be spanked. Spanked like a naughty child on her bare bottom, fully nude, in front of an audience of men. This could not be happening. I was an important and powerful businesswoman, not a child to be spanked on her bare bum! I felt completely humiliated. "

Now how's that for great smut?

FFF 2.0 Week 31

I'm rushing off to dinner soon, but here are the numbers (before life gets in the way and I forget all about FFF!)

Average : 11273

Highest : 14317

>10k days : 5 WOOHOO!

And now I'm off to get some food with Betty. She wants to hang out and gossip. And honestly, some brainless chit chat will do me good!

Happy weekend everyone!

PS here is Roz's update:

I still need to get back on the wagon, though I have been continuing with the stairs.