So you want details?

So I am putting together some stuff to post but I think I will start with trying to see if this works...

 This was a little experimental video of the surf that I shot with our little digital camera.  Yes that is Master walking along in front of me and yes, that is my voice asking in a bit of panicked confusion about how to stop once I had started.  Go ahead and enjoy the movie while I get to work on this details stuff.

Official teaser...

...what the fuck is this and why did she post a picture of it???

And now that I have your attention.  I will go off and write down some details. 

Friday Fashion show.

So I had on the school girl outfit when he got home.

And the first words out of his mouth were "Just don't start."  And he had definite storm clouds over his head.  Work sucked, the commute sucked more.  He was just not in the mood.  But he was careful to clarify, "It's not you.  I am just grouchy."  But he brought in a box that the UPS man had left on the front porch... a box with a leather vest in it. 

Careful not to start... careful to not even talk or meet his eyes... I grabbed the box and moved to the other side of the room to open it.  It was either the leather vest or the Hitachi vibrator.  I wasn't sure which I was most hopeful for.  He could not resist walking over and peering over my shoulder... "What is that?"

By then I was in deep enough to catch the whiff of leather and gleefully held it up.  "Something kinky for you to wear on Sunday!"  I could not help the excited tone or the little wiggle of convulsive enthusiasm.  Maybe it was the smell of the leather.  And I am infectious.  Slowly he grins and chuckles at my antics.  His eyes slide over me and he comments that I look cute.

I pose and twist and look surprised, "Oh this old thing?"

Then I laugh and  dance around a bit.  "I was trying on different fetish outfits.  I have a couple others laid out to change into when you are in the mood."

Already all memory of the "grouchy" seems to be erased and he grins.  "You go ahead.  I will smoke and come in and see what you have next."

So I raced off to my room and pull one some shiny spandex and my corset and some boots.

He comes in and spends an amazing amount of time adjusting the laces of my corset.  Not only must they be perfect but the tightness, line across the bottom and top must be exactly perfect.  He is very picky.  His hands are all over me, tugging at this waist line, that string.  But in the end the shiny legs were ruled out.  Not feminine enough.

I tried pulling a skirt on over the legging but that was a quick "no".  "Don't you have any fish net stockings?"

Okay... off to the lingerie drawer and a selection of various garters, thigh highs and pantie hose.  A pair of textured lacy thigh highs were peremptorily chosen.  "Those."  And it was kind of disconcerting to have him insist that the lines of the lace on the stockings be perfectly vertical. 

So we ended up with this.

But they are thigh high stockings... which means that if I lean over even a little bit...

Um... well... you can see... um... yes that is it... you CAN see.

Now KellyRed was of the definite opinion that I should have a poll or let you guys vote on what I would wear, but in reality... It is not a democracy around here.  If I don't get a vote... you guys sure don't.

Oh and when we were all done and I was putting my Friday night sweats back on, I got a demonstration of how it feels to wear handcuffs and have your ass thoroughly spatulated.  (I really, really need to find a place to lose that spatula into.)  The handcuffs hurt if you struggle.  I definitely learned a lot about predicament bondage.  Arms or ass?  Arms or ass?  And you learn quickly it is not arms OR ass... it is ass ouchie alla time and I get to choose whether I want my arms to hurt too. 

I squalled at some point, "Why are you spanking me????"  Because in my head I had thought that I had been a very good girl. 

And he grabbed a handful of hair and held my face down to the bed and then picked me up to stand on my tip toes as he continued to swat the crap out of me.

It was only later that he answered my question... with a question.  "Why are you questioning "Why"?"

I cringed, my ass still glowing and sizzling.  "Um... I just wanted to better understand your reasoning????... Master????"

He smirked.  "Because I can.  Because I wanted to."

Oh yes, that was perfect.  Him owning that he wants to hurt me.  Absolutely perfect.

Alaska pictures

So I am home again. A little older (I did have my birthday during my visit.) and a little wiser. I do know that I was doing a lot of mourning. While my mother is still very much alive, she is just not the same and I had to face that loss.

They gave me the "Girl With the Dragon Tattoo", "The Girl That Played With Fire", and "The Girl That Kicked the Hornets Nest" for my birthday present. I am already done with the first two and half way through the third. They are good mystery thrillers.

Master has left with the 'struction to "finish that book" so I won't be sneaking off to read alla the time and he can give me longer lists of things to do. But to tell you the truth he was so happy to get me home that I have been totally spoiled since I have gotten here. Direction to "take nap now" twice a day. Order out Mexican put down in front of me when I rouse and blink bleary eyed. And he was right... I was pretty drained when I got home. Both physically and mentally exhausted. And lets not forget the amazing sex. I really needed the rest.

Here are some pictures of my Alaska trip.

If you get up very early in the morning...














... and you keep a sharp eye out, you will sometimes see the caribou as he swims across. He is the little black thing in the water.












And you will have a better chance of actually catching a salmon to eat.












Here is a picture of that unfortunate rainbow trout with the terrible facial scars from being caught and released so many times. He was big and strong and healthy... if a bit battered and having an ugly mug.









And here is that lonely Stellar Sea Lion at the Seward Sea Life Center.

















So I guess I better get to reading if I am going to obey the 'structions and finish that book.