At the Makeup Counter

At one point while looking for some blush I exclaimed in frustration that it was ridiculous just how expensive make-up had gotten. 

I mean, if I want a little colour on my cheeks maybe I should just slap them. Then I proceeded to pat my own cheeks... and turning to face BIKSS I said, hey, or YOU could do it... have a go! 

He pulled away and said no no no, there's CCTV all around and he could get into big trouble! LOL. 

We played abit in the store, I said, nah they won't think you're abusing me, I'm smiling and touching your chest and we're obviously getting along, I don't look like I'm distress! 

He went on to say that it might also look like I was trying to placate him in an effort to stop him from continuing with the slapping. It was funny. 

Not abuse. That's NEVER funny. And it's NEVER ok. But it was funny how he twisted everything I said or did into something that might have been misconstrued. 

And isn't that the real problem with the world? One thing said or done under one circumstance could be misinterpreted VERY VERY badly. 

That's all I wanted to say today. 

Enjoy! Cos these are ALSO Chips :)

Guess Who Got Some

Me. That would be me. I got some. Last night. 

As I told a friend, it's not that we haven't been meeting up, it's that there hasn't been a lot of time for lovin' and lazin' about. 

She wrote back "Note to self - do NOT disturb tonight!"

It was blissfully quiet on the text front. I didn't have to deal with random messages or emergency texts, which was a good thing! 

We met after dinner cos BIKSS had a work thing, then we headed to the festival village for supper cos there's a Night Festival thing going on this week. Unfortunately it had rained quite heavily in the afternoon and evening and the organisers hadn't put anything down on the ground so by the time we got there everything was muddy and wet. 

We walked in but according to BIKSS after about a minute into the food zone I froze in my tracks. To hear him telling it, I stopped walking, looked down, looked up and around, and then for the next 40seconds I just didn't move. 

Which is when he said let's go across the road from the train station, there'll be food there. There was a mall. It was already 10 past 9, and I said so. There'll still be shops open with food to be got, he reassured me. 

So we went. Into the mall. And shared a slice of cake and some fried wantons by way of a snack. 

After that we drove home and the conversation consisted mostly of me apologising profusely for having dissed on his most recent acquisition, an AP watch which, when I saw it last week, I deliberately said nothing about because I didn't think it was nice. I mean, the one design feature that this brand is known for was the very thing I didn't like about it (also, I didn't know that it was their signature style). And I didn't know it was THE watch he had been gunning for (I knew he had intended to get one, as an investment piece, but I didn't know this was it) and thought it was just some rando piece he had ordered online - because he does that - based on the movement, and not the brand. 

We had been playing Never Have I Ever (and I've been watching the series - Darren Barnet is my current wet dream!) and I said never have I ever held an AP watch in my hand. And he said "Oh, that's right, you disliked it so much you didn't even touch it to look at it". And I was like, wait, what? The green watch that I didn't like was THE watch? THAT was the watch? 

No, this is not the watch. This is Darren Barnet. 

THIS is the watch - 

Ladies and gentlemen, he picked the Baby Shit Green one. I mean, who DOES that? I also don't like that 8 sided bezel. And the face (fine, dial) looks like little squares on a chocolate bar. And wouldn't you know it, those 3 things are precisely what he LIKES about the watch! 

So then I launched into 15 minutes of very loud, very dramatic, very apologetic apologising! But I mean, how was I to know? It's not like he stuck it in front of me and said "Hey look at my AP watch? I got it today!" In fact he didn't say nothing about it. Until about 15 mins into our date when he casually, and I mean VERY casually, mentioned that I hadn't noticed his new watch. To which I replied, um, I did notice it, but I don't particularly have anything nice to say about it, so I opted to NOT mention it at all. "Oh, you don't like it?" "Er, it's not something I would pick myself, but you're totally entitled to like what you like," was what I said, I think. Something along those lines anyway. 

And that was the end of that. Le sigh. So now I've told him that he needs to wear it again at some point so that I can oooh and aaah at it appropriately. I'll still probably tell him I don't like it, but at least I would have acknowledged it properly! LOL. 

Aside from *that* fun evening, we also had dinner Monday night at a smokehouse nearby. We decided to just drive around this one area and see what exciting restaurant we might chance upon. And it was pretty exciting. It was a first time for both of us trying smoked and battered fish, and hush puppies. And we also had a bowl of chilli. And that left me with a mini tummy ache. I suspect it was a combination of all that deep fried food (I don't do well with deep fried foods) and just over-eating. 

beef chilli

hush puppies

smoked battered fish

After dinner we sat on and watched some of the other diners and had a lovely time making up stories about the people around us. Those two are on a first date, you think? Nah, they're probably on date 3 or 4. SHE'S definitely keen on him, but HE looks like some rich kid who's just hanging out and having a meal with a friend. Oh my, she keeps pulling up on her bra. Strapless, I think, so it might be slipping down. Probably not a well-fitted bra. Which is SO important. LOL. Oh look, he's just tapping away on his phone while she's preening and laughing ever so delicately. 

Oh and those two. They're made for each other, look at their faces! They're like a mirror image of each other. Same face shape, even features. And both tall and thin! But gosh they're eating a lot for a couple of skinny people eh? 

Turns out I knew one of the waiters from my mid 20s, the partying days, I suppose. He had a twin who was keen on me, while he himself had a thing for a good friend of mine. I went up to him and asked which brother he was! I mean, identical twins right? And I hadn't seen them both in a couple of decades, yanno?

He gave me his name, not recognising me, until I said my girlfriend's name and I swear his eyes lit up! 

OH, yes, I remember her! You're (insert my name here)?? Wow it's been a long time! How is she? Married? Kids? 

Um, yes, married. She's good. Lives just one street away from here, as a matter of fact! I'll let her know you're here and maybe we can drop by for dinner one day, and you can say hi to her yourself :)

Anyway, it was a good week all round. 

In mother updates, I met with the palliative care team from some programme mum got referred to, and they were so lovely and kind. Did a preliminary exam for mum while they were here - checked her BP, assessed her swallowing ability (dysphagia), did a rectal exam to check for constipation, listened to her lungs etc. I suppose all the usual old-people-illness suspects. 

More good news - this means all her medical care will now come under ONE agency and I don't have to go back and forth between home medical care people and psycho-geri people and physiotherapist etc. They'll also be able to get me subsidised rates for her drink thickener and kidney supplements which is a huge relief! And best of all, even tho there is a nominal fee for doctor visits ($34) they also did say that as the end draws near we might require frequent visits from the doctor or nurse - but not to worry because the service is capped at $76 per calender month regardless of how many times someone has to come in to see to her. 

This is very reassuring. 

Mum herself is in good spirits generally. The new regime we have her on is probably the best we've had since she started on the road down dementia lane. She's communicative, can let us know when she needs to pee and poop, is now able to stand to turn herself around when we transfer her to the commode, she'll laugh and giggle with us - and the new caregiver, which is awesome! - and she's sleeping better. Not right through the night, altho she has managed that a couple of times a week, but she's managing 4-6 hours every night at least. 

My world is brighter, my nipples are achey, pussy is sore and the choking and face slapping have made a comeback. I even managed a cum last night! Brilliant. 

And here's a chip pic cos I haven't posted any in a long long time - 

Cos cassava chips are a shade less unhealthy than potato chips. Oh who am I kidding!?!

Monday Funday (I)

It started with an ebook. It's called Act Your Age. So anyway, it's a DDlg story and I've been getting slightly hot and bothered. Ok, a bit more than slightly. 

I send teasing texts. BIKSS answers with his own suggestive replies. Over a couple of days things build, and last night I got this text - 

Hmmm. Just had a thought... you kneeling, naked with your knees slightly apart. Me behind you with my right hand between your thighs playing with your clit. My left holding your neck. Your body held tight to mine. Listening to you gasp each time I touch your clit. Having you push down on my hand when a finger slips into you  feeling you shudder as each touch on your clit sends a jolt of sensations coursing through your body.

Well, I'm one of those people, see, who likes reading this sort of thing. It's the suggestion, the anticipation, the knowledge that the person saying all this is well and truly capable of doing exactly what he promises.

Today we had lunch at the dim sum place again. The manager came over mid-meal to say hello and let us know that the staff were just last week mentioning that they hadn't seen us in a while. Well, ok, now I feel bad for not returning sooner. And then after our meal he brought us a complimentary bowl of mango sago pomelo each. I mean, now it was BIKSS' turn to feel like maybe we should pay them a visit again soon-ish, perhaps the next time we plan to have lunch together LOL. I don't think a restaurant has ever made us feel *this* guilty / obliged.

Free dessert

Mid meal pic

After lunch he asked what we should do. I said Let's go and play!

And play we did. 

We got our room and very soon my clothes came off and I was naked and kneeling on the bed. It was exactly as BIKSS had described it in his text the night before. Everything felt magnified somehow for my knowing what was coming. 

He twisted a nipple, then the other. One hand always on my pussy, circling my clit, touching it, stroking, rubbing. I shivered, partly from the cold, but mostly from the tingling that filled my entire torso, from ear to cunt. 

He switched hands every now and again, for better access, and each time he removed his hand from the spot it had been working on I felt at once respite and dismay. Over and over he moved his fingers from my neck to my breast, from nipple to clit, and by the time he slipped a finger inside me I was good and sopping.

I groaned, I whined, I gasped, shuddered, whimpered. He brought out an entire repertoire of sounds. 

He got off the bed and undressed before resuming his position behind me. I reached back to grip Roger but I wasn't much use at anything for there was only so much I could think about doing with my hands whilst trying not to collapse onto the bed from the finger-fucking he was giving me. Then those same fingers were in my mouth; I licked them clean and they remained there to keep my lips apart, the heel of his hand propping my chin up, as he abandoned my pussy for a time and pinched and twisted my nipples at great length instead. 

I would have doubled over into a full crouch from the pain if not for those fingers holding my head tilted up and back, leaning, nay, supported by his shoulder. "Good girl," he said, over and over again. It had been a long time since I heard those words in a setting such as this. "Good girl."

He knew what those words do to me. He knew what I needed. He turned me around and kissed me. His mouth insistent, one hand around my neck, the other on my tit? Clit? I don't recall. My hands were free to hold his cock, now in front of me at last. I moved one hand up and down over his length, my other cupping his balls, tracing my nails over the skin. Pulling away from my face he let me work on Roger for a few more seconds. My eyelids fluttered between closed and just barely open as I concentrated on the hard phallus between my fingers and his firm hand around my neck.

A slap fell across my right cheek. I gasped. I felt myself get wetter. I had barely registered the pain when another landed on my left. At least I didn't feel lopsided. 

Satisfied that I had had enough he lay down and I knelt beside him, sitting on my heels, as I sucked on Roger, my tongue finding the terrain of his cock welcomingly familiar. He smelled fresh, like just-done laundry. I still wonder right up to today how he manages that. It could be mid-day, it could be post-dinner. It didn't matter what time of day it was. I only know I'm lucky to always have a clean cock in my mouth when Daddy wants a blowjob. 

And he wanted a blowjob. He didn't have to say anything. As I worked on him and teased the ridge just under his head he finally did it. The familiar smack of his hand making contact with my ass, and the smarting on first one cheek and then the other, then alternating between the two, made me even more eager to please him, please his cock. 

It wasn't a serious spanking, pffft, it was nothing as far as spankings go, but it was enough in that moment for me to let out a moan around Roger. Daddy liked that. He himself couldn't hold back and a low growl escaped his throat. He grabbed my hair to push me down hard as he fucked my mouth. 

"Don't stop. Daddy's gonna cum," he muttered. Oh, I wasn't planning on stopping. Yes, I wanted his cock in my pussy, but I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I guess I was just being a greedy little girl. 

But we had lots of time, we had the room for 2 hours... I was certain the afternoon wasn't over...

A Vignette

Possible Trigger Alert - Face Slapping


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I turn around and see him walk through the doorway. 

His frame fills up the space where a moment ago I could see right across the living room and out the window to the trees beyond. It'll be dark soon. Our sunsets are terribly quick.

I can smell him. No, wait. That shouldn't be right. Now I smell my room, my sheets; I know I am asleep, dreaming. 

But I smell his scent anyway. With my mind, if not my olfactory receptors .

He is close. In front of me now. I can feel the heat from his chest. He leans forward to kiss me... with his hand as much as his lips...

...The hand that even now maintains its grip on me as his mouth pulls away. Cradling my head as he examines, nay, admires his girl. 

His eyes barely leave my face when he spots something in the corner of the room. I don't even know what it is. I think it's a toy.. or a ball. Maybe. 

It's red. 

The hand that held me so delicately a moment ago flies across my cheek. 

"Why is it red?"  he asks. He is calm. Not upset. But it wasn't just a question. It was a question punctuated by a slap.  This tells me it - whatever "it" is - isn't supposed to be red.

I'm silent. Confused. I look in the direction he had been looking. What even *IS* that? A ball? 

He is waiting. I face forward again, looking into his expressionless face. I am aware at this point that I'm comparing his tone of voice to that of someone asking to "pass the salt".

"Hm?" He wants to know.

And again. 

"Why is it red?"

I have no idea what I'm looking at. And I definitely don't know why it's red, or what it was supposed to be if not red. But I get the very distinct feeling I'm supposed to fix it. 

He points at it with his chin as if to confirm my last impulse, then turns around and out the door. 

And I wake up. Wet.

Thursday Thai and Sweaty Thighs

He was having a busy day.  AND we were supposed to go pick up another carton of rescued chippies that evening, well, 2 to be precise, and then drop one off at another location on the way home. I'm so grateful that BIKSS is supportive of my rescue missions. And is willing to shuttle me all over the place. I promised, when I asked him for help, that I would be extra sweet and submissive as payment in kind.

I told him I might even go without underwear that evening. That's ONE thing I thought would help him get through the day. And because I don't want to be a tease I decided early on that "might" actually was just a cheeky way of saying "definitely will".

As we drove to our dinner location he placed his hand between my legs. I was warm, having just come from a neighbour's flat where I had gone to drop off some stuff, and at the same time taken the opportunity for a quick "tour" around her recently renovated abode. So his icy fingers were quite welcome, sandwiched as they were between my now-beginning-to-sweat thighs. 

Of course before too long his fingers inched upwards to my puss. 

"You know, women don't look appealing at all when they have their legs spread like that... with a hand up their hoohas," I remarked. 

"Oh? They look very appealing to me."

Dinner was at a restaurant we'd seen but never tried before. It turned out to be pretty darn satisfactory. Service was prompt, the staff, friendly. It faced the marina and there was a gentle breeze all evening, and best of all, the establishment wasn't crowded so we didn't have to deal with noisy diners. 

Fried seabass in sweet Thai chilli sauce - that's a whole fish right there. I took half of it home.

 

 

Tom Yum Mushroom soup which was neither overly sour nor spicy. Quite delicious.

Kangkong / water convolvulus / water morning glory Tempura with Green Curry Sauce / Gravy - rich and a little too sweet, but not spicy at all.

Green papaya salad - delicately tangy with a mild fish sauce, no spice, and also, apparently, non digestible as I woke up with a belly ache the next morning. And according to my boss, it's a known cause of bloatedness.

I'll definitely want to go back there! 

When we were done with our chippie rescue mission I came back to find the smaller red dress (yes, I did order another one and it arrived pretty quickly!) had been taken out of the dryer and placed on my bed. 

"Look, this is the smaller size... still not as fitted, but I can definitely work with this!" I held it up against my torso. 

"Oh, put it on, put it on!"

I pulled off my black tee shirt dress and as I slipped the red dress on I noticed his eyes lingering greedily on my naken puss. 

"You just wanted me to try it on so you could look at my pussy!" 

"Well, no, I wanted to see what the dress looked like on you, but as you pulled the other one over your head I was like - mmmmm naked pussy... "

Tsk. Anyway he thought it looked nice, the dress, not the pussy. Well, wait, that too, but that's not what I'm talking about. 

And as I pulled it off and put the dress I'd been wearing back on he said "Why are you getting dressed?"

"Well because my pussy's been naked twice now and you seem to be rather disinterested in it... so I may as well put on some clothes!" 

He pulled me on all fours onto the bed and flipped my skirt up. Then brushed my slit with his thumb and then he was gone. For the first time since forever I actually vocalised the words "Oh, don't stop..."

"Who says I'm stopping?" 

He had paused to climb into bed with me and proceeded to see to a finger fucking - one I sorely needed but didn't realise till now. Evidently walking around panty-less wasn't just a turn on for HIM. 

He stood up and took off his trousers and I turned to face him, mouth open. I meant to clean my juices off his hand but instead he shoved Roger in my mouth. I did eventually get to lick myself off his fingers but was soon back on Roger. His hands, now clean and free of the task of unbuttoning his shirt soon reached for their favourite landmarks on my body. He found my nipples and pulled and pinched them thru my dress. It hurt. He seldom does it, but when he pinches and flicks his hand upward almost as if plucking them off my body, well, they hurt something awful. 

But the sound that escaped my lips somehow didn't convey the message stop. In fact it came out sounding like I was enjoying it and wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. 

"Good girl."

Sniffle

He grabbed my hair and used my mouth and I got slapped on both sides of my face. I'm impressed with the precision and care he took in doing so. First slapping my right cheek with his left hand, then swapping hands so that he kept his hold on my hair and then proceeding to slap the other side of my face with his right. 

And again, "Good girl."

As the tears rolled down my face he once again pulled me close, gagging with abandon, and held my head against his body. Then pounding his cock into my throat with his hips he leaned over me and spanked my bottom. A quiet hand spanking - I don't know how - but he did it. It hurt too, having received them on stretched butt cheeks.

He got me on my back and I thought he was ready to fuck, but he knelt up and shoved Roger in my mouth as he fingered me again.

Then more hair grabbing. No. Pinning. He grabbed my hair and held it down, resting his weight on his hand, meaning I could move my head as it was stuck against the pillow. Making it really difficult to move in an in-and-out motion. So what was a girl to do? He was coming at me from the side so all I could manage was sucking on the tip of his cock while trying to stick my tongue out to the right to reach towards his balls. It was terribly unglamorous but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, later on he admitted that he didn't realise he had my head pinned to the pillow even. 

*rolling my eyeballs so hard right now*

As he fucked me he leaned right up to my face, we kissed, we tongued, then he teased, pulling away. Thru half-lidded eyes I caught a glimpse of a string of saliva emanating from his lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth to receive it. He managed that twice before he gave in. 

"Daddy's going to cum. And I'm going to cum all over your face." 

He pulled out and moved to the side of me as he emptied himself into my mouth and on my cheek, a drop or two falling on my collarbone. 

"At least you don't have to clean any cum off your tummy today." He's nothing if not considerate. 😒

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Fetch the cane. 

*I don't move.*

Fetch the cane... go on. 

*I still don't move.*

"Five... four...."

I jump out of bed and go to the toy drawer. "Which one do you want?"

"Any one."

"I don't know. You choose."

"The thicker one. The other one is noisier."

Shoulda known.

He kept his promise of delivering more hearty smacks. 

But before he began he tried it out on his own arm. And he winced and grimaced. And as he got started on my bum I heard him grumbling, "There's no fucking way I'm letting anyone do that to me, it bluddy hurts... " 

*Smack smack smack*

I thought it was funny... here he was, proclaiming that it was bloody painful and there was no way in hell he would ever be on the receiving end of that cane... but yet he was quite happy to DELIVER those strokes.

The tappety taps weren't as light as his usual ones. I told him I didn't know what to call them now - how do I describe them on my blog?

"Thwackety-thwacks" he offered. 

And then he got the OTHER cane out of the drawer anyway.

I mean, what was the point of choosing eh?

So there you have it. Oh, wait. there *I* got it. Two canes, some medium thwackety-thwacks, and a bunch of heavy swooshes in between. And not very *far* between, mind you. It used to be that the heavy swooshes would make up about 20% of his strokes; this time it felt more like 40%.

And then as if to say, "Let's see how much you can take," he went ahead and gave me the last 10 or 15 or so in a medium-heavy weight, in quick succession. OW! Oh, but was I in pain. I *have* learned, though, that the more you tense up your butt, the worse it hurts. And so I left my bottom and thighs as relaxed as I knew how, while I breathed as deeply and evenly as I could, and the rest of me (arms and shoulders especially) tensed up as I braced myself for each stroke to come. [It takes some serious muscle control, let me tell you.]

Does anyone else perspire when receiving a particularly painful spanking? 

Well, I do... and that is how I came to end the evening with sweaty thighs once again.

There's my mood pic today right there  - 👆

The One Day I Got Horny (1)

I've been reading at Anarie Brady's blog... and well, those stories are just the right amount of kink and D/s for my brain to send signals to my girly bits to wake the hell up. 

And so it came to be that yesterday (at work no less) I was feeling terribly, terribly horny (having read some posts the night before) and when I had gone to the loo, and I confessed this to BIKSS later, I couldn't help but use the hand held bidet hose thing (which is called a shataff in the Middle East, I learned while looking up its actual name for this post) to indulge in a cum whilst sitting on the toilet bowl. 

(I feel like this blog is the only place I will be allowed to admit this without incurring judgement.) 

After I got home, instead of quitting I decided to continue reading, and of course since I had all my toys with me, availed myself of the services of my vibrator and had two more cums. Le sigh. For months and months my puss runs dry and suddenly she's ready to explode 3 times in a day. 

And more, to be honest. I was so desperate that I sent a text to BIKSS telling him how I felt.

I mean, he wasn't going to let a rare opportunity like that slip through his fingers, was he?

He popped round after dinner and I was so eager I bet he could smell my wetness through my clothes. Entering my bedroom he sat on the bed and pulled his socks off. 5 seconds later I had seen to it that he was naked waist-down, and Roger enveloped by my greedy mouth. 

"I'm so sorry... " I began, albeit muffledly (is that a word?) "to put you out like this, but I seriously needed some cock."

Now BIKSS knows I don't mince words, and he also knows I'll ask for something if I need it. (He taught me how to do that, and I think I've successfully mastered the art of asking!) He chuckled (with grunts in between as I continued to suck on Roger) and replied that he didn't mind AT ALL and was quite happy to oblige. 

He reached down and pinched a nipple, twisted it. I don't know really. I didn't care. All I felt was a jolt of electricity shooting straight down from tit to clit. I let out a moan. He stroked my hair. I knew what he was going to do. He does this, you see. He strokes my head, which lulls me into a sense of contentedness, and then he'll gather up a fistful of my hair, not quite "grab", but a gentle, slow, deliberate movement. And then a slight push. And a pinch of my nipple to go along with it. 

My head moves forward, I lean my forehead on the lower part of his belly as Roger sinks deeper into my mouth, reaching towards the back of my throat.

I relax my jaw and let the muscles in the back of my mouth get used to his length and then, as if taking that as a signal, he thrusts at me a few times, pushing himself farther in. At this point I start to gag. My eyes tear up. The snot begins to form. Soon enough I'll be sniffling. He stops after the first sign of choking. Hand still firmly grasping my hair. I move off his cock a little bit to regain some composure and he lets me. Just enough to see me look up at him and blink the tears out of my eyes. I smile and he resumes his head-push. Or pull. We had a conversation about that last night - "Am I pushing your head down? Or pulling it down? I mean I'm pulling towards me but that pushes your head against my body... well, anyway, that."

Yes that. He continues doing that and after a longer bit of gagging, about 3 or 4 distinct retches maybe, he lets me pull away again to recover. Sometimes he doesn't continue to move my head, choosing to move himself into me instead, as he holds my head steady. A hand lands on my cheek. Gosh but my pussy is swollen I bet. More slaps on my face. I'm nothing if not feeling submissive by now.

We tumble about and somehow I'm on my side and he's got his fingers on my slit. Push them in, I plead in my head. He doesn't tho. He's playing with my lips and my clit... and I'm aching for something to enter my hole. 

He rights himself, and I get back into blowjob position, kneeling between his legs, to continue, of course. 

"Uh-uh. Here." He points at a spot on the bed to the right of his hip. I move and kneel there, knees apart. My inner sub is released. This. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Being told -  nay, instructed; complying without hesitation; and doing as he wishes. Then as he resumes his finger dance on my clit, I twist my torso ever so slightly and lean downwards to continue sucking on Roger from my new position. I am rewarded with a finger sliding in. 

Submission Friday - Pussy Spanking / Slapping

After the week of stress with the mother and other stupid people in general, I was happy to hear that BIKSS had gotten the car back from the workshop. This meant we'd have a little more freedom in planning our date. He was also going to be off from work a little earlier than usual, so we could meet ahead of the usual time. 

We decided to take advantage of the extra time we had to catch dinner (quick simple meal at Long John Silver's) AND a movie. I wanted to watch the latest WW84 movie so we ended up getting tickets for a couple seat (which is usually situated at the very back of the theatre) at a cinema that's pretty out of the way and not very popular. There was a total of 8 people in the cinema! 

I enjoyed the film more than BIKSS did I think, but then that's because I think it gives women a sense of what would happen if we could be strong like her and didn't have to put up with the cat-calls and harassment we get from guys from the time we're old enough to be a blip on their radar. It gets tiring having to ignore and walk past idiots who think telling a female stranger 

you're pretty, 

what's the hurry, slow down babe, 

you should let your hair down, 

hey give us a smile,  

is perfectly ok and that we should be thankful that they bother to even notice us. Argh. Can we teach boys to stop this please?

After the movie we came back to my place, and as I'm on my period (yay finally a 28 day regular cycle!) we thought (ok, I thought) it would just be a night of warm comfy cuddling. 

BOY was I wrong. BIKSS was trying to hug me without touching all the "sexy" bits, and I teased him about it, saying that I appreciated how he was very careful to place his arm across me without going too low and hitting my butt / groin, but not too high that he ends up resting on my boobs. He tends to stay away from danger zones that might get me turned on during my bleed so as not to get me horny because we can't have sex. And, again, I do appreciate it heaps.

But somehow while talking about it he ended up on my nipple and immediately my brain switched gears and I thought, as a sub I really ought to let him do whatever he wishes regardless of whether I could have sex or not. And it felt really good so I let out a moan. He was encouraged by that. "You're being a mean daddy..." And I think he switched gears too, cos the next thing he said was "Uh-huh. I am. You can't have sex right now, but you can give Daddy a blowjob."

That made me groan more and my tummy started to flip. He carried on stroking thru my pjs and after some time snuck his hand under my shirt to fiddle with me skin on skin. Of course part of the turn on was that it felt good being stroked and twiddled, tweaked and pinched, but a larger part I think was knowing that I was submitting. And if you know me at all you'll know that submission is a huge turn on for me. (Isn't that the case for many of us?)

So then I told him what I was thinking. And he understood completely. And suddenly knowing that he knew, as he proceeded to turn on his Dom even more (you know, more pain, more grabbing, more holding me in place), it made me turn into complete mush and jello inside. That was an extra layer of turn-on for me, submitting is one thing, but knowing that he knew I was doing so for him, for his pleasure, as a form of obedience was mega huge to my submissive brain. And knowing that he was 'taking' whatever he wanted, I mean, talk about making sure I was horny. 

He held my head close to him, he kissed and fondled, he grabbed my hair to hold my head in place so he could kiss me hard. At one point he held my mouth open by placing a thumb to the side of my mouth - I could have closed it, but I recognise the signal, that's what he wanted. Control. And I gave it. 

His hand moved downwards towards my pussy (I'm wearing a pad FYI) and even when we HAVE played during my period in the past he'd stay clear of my girly bits. Not this time. He stroked me through my underwear and then started spanking between my legs. Oh man. I know I had extra protection, but it's not like my clit couldn't feel anything. And he did this for an extended period of time. I was going crazy with want. And a little frustrated at not being able to fuck. 

By this time I was holding Roger in my hand and working my fingers all over and up and down his cock, he responded with his own moans of pleasure. Every time he slapped my pussy and I twitched, he seemed to get harder. It went on longer than I thought it would, usually by this time I'd have suggested putting Roger in my mouth. But I let him lead. I let him decide the pace. I let him. 

He stopped spanking my cunt and went back to kissing me and pinching my tits. And then he took his pants off so I had full access to his cock and balls. But still no blowjob. He started spanking me again, with two hands this time. It was insane. Pain, pleasure, submission, all the feels. 

Eventually he thought it was about time I gave Roger a proper seeing to with my mouth. I rushed down towards his crotch and he chuckled. "She can't wait to escape and save her nipples" he commented. 

"No, that's not it, I know you can still reach my tits when I'm giving you a blowjob, but at least my pussy will be safe from the spankings... And Daddy has been waiting a long time for my mouth to be on Roger, so that's why I was quick about it."

The usual hot towel clean up followed his cum, along with fetching him some drinking water.

And the rest of the cuddley evening was spent in a wonderful submissive glow. 

"Good girl," he said, for the umpteenth time that evening, kissing me as he held me close to him. 

My mood pic today ~

 

Twas the Night before Christmas... and now it's Midnight!

First, I can say that the ring is officially my Christmas present from Daddy. He transferred the cash today lol. 

We had an early Christmas dinner last night cos today and tomorrow are going to be crazy busy for me. 

He took me to a little island I had never been to, and we had dinner at a lovely little restaurant facing the marina waterfront. 

Trout carpaccio, scallops with quinoa, and barramundi. We're fishy that way. 

And a cream puff with apples and caramel for dessert. That blob is supposed to be ice cream. I don't know why it looks so sad in this pic LOL. It was actually quite decent, really. 

I don't know why there were little pools in front of the stretch of restaurants but it did add to the whole relaxed vibe.

View of the outdoor part of the restaurant from the boardwalk.

And that's BIKSS coming out to meet me after having paid the cheque. With his man-bag. 

Here's a close up - 

I'm glad he's enjoying his present. At least it's being put to good use!

Speaking of presents... here's the other thing I got him for him to open (which I promised to post once he unwrapped it)! 

You can fill up the little reservoir in the bottom half of the mini diffuser, or just open up the bottom bit and stick the whole thing in a cup of water and it'll act like a siphon and suck up the water from the outside. There's a sponge tube inside the barrel that you're meant to drop some essential oil on and the mist comes out the top. USB rechargeable for portability or use around the office (where lack of power sockets / table top space prevents him from using a table top diffuser).

As for me, since he can't decide what on earth to get me we decided that he could take me to a nice dinner once a month. This is a bit of a deal cos nice dinners cost a lot of money and in the past I would ALWAYS make a fuss when he wanted to take me somewhere fancy  - as soon as I saw the menu I'd veto it. I mean, he's not exactly the Prince of Wales. 

Well. Ok. He has assured me that we (HE) can afford a nice dinner at least once a month so that's what he's gonna do. Get dinner plans sorted and then just tell me what I'm wearing and then off we go. 

This is also a bit of a deal cos I really wish he'd make the plans more often instead of me having to ask him where we're going, what we're doing, what time, etc... You know? The usual "Please be a dom and make the decisions" refrain that we hear all over blogland.

He did that eventually. After a bit of a messy start. Haha. By the end of my whining he said "Dress up tomorrow."

"Should I wear my red dress or?"

"You can wear the red dress. Dress light but bring a shawl. Just in case it gets breezy."

And that turned me on. *Shrugs*

It turns out I didn't wear the red dress. You know how some days some clothes just don't fit ?

I ended up in a calf length slipdress with spaghetti straps. And pretty sparkly shoes. 

And a thong underneath. 

That made getting naked after dinner really easy. 

The zip got pulled down, the dress slipped off me onto the floor. 

I helped undress him, and, sitting on the edge of the bed, he lay back while I knelt on the floor and got to work on Roger. 

Slow. Relaxed. 

Wet. 

I made a mess. That hasn't happened here in FOR-EH-VAH! 

Maybe it was the phytoestrogen from all that soy milk I'd been drinking. Or maybe the 'sub' part of my brain got activated from his undressing me and sucking on my nipples, pinching on my tits, my sucking on his cock. 

He had me stand as he sat up and pulled down my thong. Messy. A trail of cool wetness down my right inner thigh. 

His finger found his way into my pussy and with his other hand he reached up and grabbed my neck. 

He slapped the left side of my face. Unexpected. Sharp. I'm sure I got wetter. Did he still have his finger in me? 

Which hand did he use? How many hands were in play here anyway? I could have sworn he still had his hand wrapped around my throat. And inside me. And also slapping me, left, left, right, left, right, right. 

It's funny, I remember the sequence of the slaps, but not where the other hand was. 

It's been a while since I lost track of seemingly easy to remember details. And focused on the things one might not think one would remember. Like how many times he pushed his cock deep into my throat - 2 in succession, and held there for a little while longer, followed by a "good girl", then another 3 more tugs of my head and almost a choke, then a look of approval as my eyes met his. And after a short break another strong thrust - deep and long. 

Was this after I had gotten out of my thong? Was it after or before the slaps? I don't remember. 

I seem to have a problem with sequencing. 

Here's a sequence I do remember. He fucked me twice. Once on my back, and once on my belly. 

THAT, I remember. 

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It's coming up to midnight here, and I just wanted to wish everyone a Blessed Christmas, 

And stay safe!

 

Dinner and Fun Romping - Don't Hold Your Breath

We went out last night to a busier part of town where one of the restaurants we like (the social enterprise one) teamed up with a cafe / bar! So while bar grub and finger foods (and alcohol) were NOT part of the discount from the dining app we use, the food from their section of the menu was! 

It offered a slightly different fare but we both agree that the food here was probably slightly more yummy than their main store. Which is a pity cos the crowd, lack of service and awful reservation system were just too many strikes for good food to make up for. 

In the past whenever we've booked our table with the app there was never a problem when we got to the restaurant. This time, the lady said we should have called the restaurant directly AFTER making the reservation to confirm it. What? No. That's not how it's supposed to work. She asked if we wanted to sit outside cos they were full. At the standing bar type area. What? No. I'm not eating dinner standing by the side of the street in the drink / smoke zone. 

Eventually we got a table but it was just too much for my aspie brain to handle. 

Like I said tho, it's a pity cos the food was really good. 

Garden salad. Fresh veggies. Good tangy vinaigrette.

Crackling pork belly. Good sized portion, very crispy crackling, and not too fatty. 

The fish-and-chips was awesome. Only these weren't the chips I was expecting. Still, the batter was crumbly and crunchy, the fish was flaky and moist, & the portion was generous for the price. And the 'tube' of fish in batter held up really well to cutting-using-just-a-fork. Which is what I did. 

They do takeaways too... so I suppose if we ever have a craving for any of their dishes we could always call ahead and order takeout.

After dinner we ran out of there - no, actually, we were asked if we had finished with our meal cos there were more people waiting for tables - and after paying the bill - which, thankfully, I checked, cos there was a billing error - we hurried out of there and went looking for a late night dessert place. I'm glad we didn't pay full price for THAT experience.

We found a waffle and ice cream hole-in-the-wall where the ice cream was TOO ambitious. Too much stuff in it, not enough actual ice cream. The rum n raisin was ALL rum and raisin, and the chocolate oreo was just chunks of oreo! The ice cream wasn't rich / milky / oomph-y (BIKSS' word, not mine) enough. The waffle had a homemade flavour to it, but also didn't have enough bite / volume / substance. Still, for a quick $10 waffle fix, it wasn't too bad. 

Doesn't that look like a snowman?

After dinner we came home and hung around in bed. We cuddled and kissed... and touched and hugged and did all the things we haven't had a lot of time to do recently. Covid has seriously curtailed the sneak-kisses and face-in-sleeve nuzzling when we go out, cos #masks right? 

And having weird work hours now (for BIKSS) in addition to the mother being here has also made it more difficult for us to have long, languid lie-ins. 

So since we got the chance, we did all the touching and kissing and nuzzling we could. At one point he sneakily pulled off my undies from between my legs and I found myself on my back with my legs in the air, feet touching, and having to hold them up with my hands. It's the classic baby-grabbing-toes pose. 

Only I'm no baby. And BIKSS was having an extra serving of dessert with his face in my girly bits while my legs were up there. He wasn't the only one who got extra dessert tho. I got my share of his popsicle stick later on during round two.. on my side, with his crotch in my face and my hands running all over the back of his thighs... and butt, and balls... yumm! 

Even with our limitation on noise he managed to infuse last night's session with the essentials:- Nipple-pinching, check! Hair-grabbing, check! Choking and slapping, check! The thing that struck (pun not intended) me most was how all that "roughness" was perfectly balanced by all the kissing and stroking and rubbing and touching... much more so than we usually engage in. Perhaps we've been starved of a good and proper lovemaking session for far too long.

(And as for not holding your breath - BIKSS said he would be happy to write a post about last night's encounter... but just so you know... it might take a while.)

All Things Delicious - Mid Week Date and Playtime

We managed a quick drink on Tuesday evening. BIKSS started his new job this week and things seem to be going well. 

He's making friends, figuring out his way, and getting his footing. 

It doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eye and generous with his smiles. 

People are warming up to him and he's already made his presence known - in large part because he pointed something out at a meeting he was observing and people were impressed that he picked up a missing link that no one else there had thought to explore. 

So I guess they picked the right person for the job. 

Meanwhile over in my corner of the world I've been fighting my own fires at work (and on my own time) and I know my boss is terribly grateful for my ability to handle it without his having to get involved - because he as much as told me to take a sick day tomorrow to go chill out somewhere. LOL. 

Only, I can't because one of the contractors is coming in tomorrow morning and I can't leave my colleague to deal with the clinic AND supervise them all on her own. 

So I thanked him but declined the offer of a "free day" cos I need to be there. 

The gesture was much appreciate tho. 

Last night we went out to dinner at a "fast food" type vietnamese place in town. The mall was empty. The scare of this Covid-19 thing is keeping everyone at home, making it really easy for us to get a table at practically any restaurant we feel like going to. 

The spring rolls were ok. The pork cutlets weren't awesome. The grilled chicken skewers were the real stars of this snack platter. I might go back there JUST for those. 

The beef pho combo was edible. Altho the one at the other restaurant is HEAPS better, hands down. I apologise for the almost-empty bowl. Completely forgot about taking a photo cos I was so eager to try it. 

The banh mi here was also nothing to crow about. It's edible if you've got a craving for vietnamese street food. That's all I can say. Flavour-wise, passable. The baguette felt a bit too crumbly, and the meats weren't as tasty as I expected them to be. In comparison the ones at Little Hanoi are so good I can't decide if I enjoy the filling or the baguette more.

They did have a dessert menu tho - something that the other place lacks. We had the "three colour combi" - loaded with broad beans, red beans and drowning in coconut milk! SO GOOD. 

It reminded me of the mixed chè I had in Hanoi.

There's an outlet in the mall near my home, so if I ever have a hankering for this particular dessert or the grilled chicken skewers I can pop in after work to get some, easy. But I don't think we'll be visiting them again for dinner proper. I'd much sooner go back to Little Hanoi. 

After dinner we swung by the slightly more upmarket grocery store (a bit more pricey, but they carry more 'gourmet' items like avocado spread and way too many types of cheese) where I got some items that my local store doesn't carry. 

That done, we headed back home where I snuck him into my room again.

We're not getting a lot of sexy time these days, so when I finally got round to nestling my face between his legs I made sure to really take my time getting his boxers off. I stroked his balls through the fabric, nuzzled Roger as he pressed up against the restraining cloth; stuck my fingertips between skin and the elastic hem of the pant leg, and fiddled with his bits for as long as I could before eventually freeing them from his underpants. 

We managed some D/s too, choking on his cock as he pushed into the back of my throat, my eyes watered, my nose watered, my mouth watered... there were tears, snot, saliva. It was delicious. 

'Good girl's were scattered throughout the course of our playtime... 

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Daddy's" *gasps as he enters me*

"That's right... Daddy's pussy, Daddy's nipples, Daddy's cocksucking mouth" *grabs my chin*

The dirty talk did him in. His own dirty talk. LOL. 

We laughed about it after that. "You realise you essentially dirty talked yourself into cumming right?"

He admitted he never really thought about it that way.. but agreed with me. 

We managed a second round even. With some face slaps, some choking - hand around throat. 

Oh so, so delicious.

And today my nipples are sore. It's been a while since I've had to shower with day-after nipple pain. 

Here's a vintage ecard that sums up the current situation quite nicely - 

And so I did.