Introducing the newest brat on the block - Duchess Chloe of Yip. I luffs her.

So, unfortunately, do fleas. I’ve tried everything, including almost daily shampoos. Nothing - NOTHING - gets rid of them. They are eating her alive, and her skin is inflamed. *sigh* Time for a trip to the vet, I’m sure.

I’ve not done a good job of my return to blogging. Since school started for tiny top, we’ve both been sick almost nonstop. We made a trip in to my mother’s over the Thanksgiving holiday, and left with the gift of a stomach flu. After 3 days of keeping nothing down, I gave in and went to see a dr, who gave me a shot of phenergan and told me my blood pressure was through the roof. They drew blood and checked my lipids/cholesterol/triglyceride levels, and the results according to my voicemail yesterday afternoon were “pretty good!” That’s important to me, as my father died far too young of heart disease and had astronomically high cholesterol at my age.

So…big sigh of relief.

However.

My blood pressure WITH medication was something like 153/98. Not so great. I’m to continue measuring beyond the illness and if it’s still reading high, they will change the medications. At this point, they can’t even increase the meds I’m on, because I’m already taking the highest possible dosage.

le sigh.

There isn’t much to update as far as Master and I, because with all the visiting and traveling and sicky-ing, there hasn’t been time for anything kinky. He did buy a meat tenderizer……

…..that is in a kitchen drawer.

Boo.

Ok, I sat up. I posted. What more do you want from me?

I’m going back to bed.

Not sure why I’m putting my boobies on here…I guess because this blog is *supposed* to be smutty, but really just hasn’t been…. *AT ALL*.

Master whipped me long and hard last night, with anything he could get his hands on. He alternated spanking me with a bathbrush/lexan paddle/cane/night stick (yes I said NIGHT STICK), with finger fucking until I came all over him.

It. twere. amazing.

After 45 minutes of spanking, he flipped me over and used the crop and flogger on my nipples and pussy. Usually I would fight this. This time? I just took it. Openly, despite the pain. My gawd it hurt. But…I was in subspace and loving every moment.

At some point, I felt him spread my pussy lips and take aim at my clit. THAT’S when I started to freak, but only for a moment. He shot me one angry glare, and I relaxed instantly for the crop. He rolled me back over and went to work on my ass again, until I was completely spent and satiated.

Of course, he had to fuck my brains out after all of that.

It was great…and I’m sore today, which is always an amazing feeling.

BUT….I have a major case of the sub dropsies. I have been feeling shaky and emotional all day long, and have broken down in tears (over nothing) more than once. He has been at a customer’s site all day, and I’m missing him. So much so that some part of my brain is screaming at me that I can’t *possibly* survive sitting here without him.

Stupid.

But it’s how I’m feeling. Clingy as hell.

Yuck.

I have a major case of sugar shock from the “Triple Chocolate Fudge Chip” cake I just ate a too big slice of. I feel like a total heifer.

There isn’t much going on worth talking about. Master is entering the building stages of making a collapsible horse to beat me on. Whoo hoo. Teh thrills.

Ok, I suppose I should just be grateful that he is dabbling in D/s again.

I just wish his cane would die.

An accidental wild canefire, perhaps?

It’s getting cold out. Emergency kindling?

No?

I found this recipe while looking for Halloween ideas, and love it! The reason I like it so much? Because unlike most Halloween treats, it is one of the few that ISN’T a dessert.

Now, we all know how much I love dessert.

But - I want to make an entire meal around Halloween this year. There isn’t much to do anymore, what with trick or treaters becoming a thing of the past. This year, I think we may try the trolley of terror - or whatever it’s called. Downtown every year, people in the area load on the trolley and go on a haunted tour of the VERY haunted district of this town. Being a very old town with a rich history involvings infamous hangings, etc… it should make for an interesting evening.

So… a local group on fetlife is trying to get together a bunch to go bar-hopping the weekend of Halloween, and as excited as I was (initially) to find some people in our area, my balloon deflated pretty quickly.

I dunno, maybe I’m a snob…but…. well. I don’t like these people. They refer to those of us (including themselves) involved in BDSM & D/s as “freaks” incessantly. It’s a pain in the ass. I guess I should take it with a grain of salt, but this shit irks me, yanno? I’ve spent my entire life feeling like a “freak” for being who I am, and I’d like to find a group that we can fit into…and I guess I wasn’t exactly looking to become part of a group of “freaks”.

Anyway. Whatever.

Most of the group members seem to be femdoms or switches, and that just isn’t my thing. I want to walk into a room full of sadistic doms with slaves. Female slaves.

See? I’m a judgemental bitch.

It’s not that I mind their kinks. I just don’t get why it is so effing difficult to find people who are like-minded. Male dom, female sub. I used to think that was the excess, and felt that switches and femdoms with male subs were the minority..but that doesn’t appear to be the case. It’s beginning to feel like the old-fashioned version of Male/female is disappearing.

Totally freaks me out.

Bleh.

Anyway, here is the recipe for the chili in a cornbread “coffin”, if ya want:

Ingredients

• 2 packages (8-1/2 ounces each) corn bread/muffin mix
• 2/3 cup milk
• 2 eggs
• 1/4 teaspoon black paste food coloring
• 1 medium sweet red pepper, sliced
• 1 serrano pepper, seeded and finely chopped
• 1/3 cup chopped onion
• 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
• 2 cans (15 ounces each) fat-free vegetarian chili
• 1 tablespoon process cheese sauce
• 1 tablespoon ketchup

Directions

• In a large bowl, combine the corn bread mix, milk, eggs and food coloring just until moistened. Pour into a greased 9-in. x 5-in. loaf pan. Bake at 400° for 30-35 minutes until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pan to a wire rack to cool completely.
• Cut top fourth off loaf of bread; carefully hollow out bottom, leaving a 1-in. shell (discard removed bread or save for another use).
• In a large skillet, saute peppers and onion in oil until tender. Set aside 1/4 cup pepper mixture. Stir chili into remaining pepper mixture; heat through. Spoon 2-1/2 to 3 cups chili mixture into bread coffin; arrange reserved pepper mixture over chili. Replace bread top. Transfer remaining chili to a serving bowl.
• Place cheese sauce in a heavy-duty resealable plastic bag; cut a small hole in a corner of bag. Write “RIP” with cheese sauce, then repeat with ketchup. Serve immediately. Yield: 6 servings.

I curled up in his arms, content to finally be warm under the blankets and snuggled against his broad chest after a long morning. He pulled me tight, kissing me gently on the forehead and moving wisps of hair that had fallen in my face. He smiled indulgently and said….

“Your butt and I have an appointment tonight.”

And with a *pat* *pat* on the ass, he told me to go to sleep.

~swoon~

 

which right now mostly consists to me flailing around, trying to think of something substantial to post, rather than actually GETTING FLAILED. *glare*

Eh. I don’t think I could handle it right now, anyway. I still feel sick, and exhausted…and…and…and I don’t know why. I should be getting plenty of sleep, but it’s never enough.

Tonight was parent/teacher conference for Tiny Top. It was pretty much what I expected. She gave him all “no’s” ..on everything. He is completely behind, and will not sit down and do any work. Basically? She didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. He “won’t” because he “can’t.” Between whatever level of Autism they decide he has next, and the ADHD that they all say he has, but can’t diagnose (due to age), it was sort of a DUH situation.

So, I took the report card and went on my merry way. She has no more info than I do about the testing results yet, so we are still waiting to hear something there. She showed me a table she has set up in the back of the class that she referred to as “his table”. It was stacked with blocks and learning toys, and anything tactile he could possibly get his hands on or entertain himself with.

Honestly? She is great with him. Great with all the kids. She is an amazing teacher, as far as kindergarten teachers go, but she just isn’t equipped to deal with his needs. Fortunately, they are working on it…and there have been some improvements!

Believe me. The day he came home with his first real drawing - one of a dog…I burst into tears. Hell, I’m planning on framing it! Every little step is amazing, and I just get so excited over the small things.

Anyway, we picked up Long John Silver’s (which means that not only do I feel like a heifer? I feel like a deep-fried heifer), on the way home, and as soon as Master gets home we will get TT to bed and hopefully….*HOPEFULLY*….get some time to ourselves.

 

To cook.

Mostly baking. Cookies, brownies, cakes, etc etc etc… and it has to be something different every night. I know I have PMS (Paddle Me Severely) right now, but dammit - I want SUGAR!

Last night, I made a huge batch of pumpkin patch cookies with butterscotch chips…they were AMAZING. They had enough pumpkin in them that I (yes, yes, I know…) allowed Tiny Top to have a few for breakfast with a tall glass of milk the next morning. He adored them, and now? I can’t stop cooking.

I just ordered one of everything from this site www.plushpuffs.com . Srsly. A bag of each. Noms.

Master told me last week that I could order some jewelry, since most of mine seems to have disappeared. A local boutique had some cheap *but pretty* earrings on a steep sale for $1.99 each, so I bought up as many danglies as possible. Today, I got a package in the mail with a slave bell bracelet done in a native american style, along with two native american chokers. w00t! I has a happy.

Tiny Top has been so-so with school. Last Wednesday was picture day, and they called me by 9:00 a.m., asking me to come pick him up. Apparently he had decided he didn’t want to go back to class after P.E., and ran from them. So I went to the school and took him to get his picture made myself before taking him home. Last week was extremely difficult, most likely because he wasn’t feeling well. He isn’t used to getting sick, and going to school has put him in a cesspool of kiddie germs.

Yesterday and today, he made it until 1 p.m. - which is pretty good, all things considered. When I got to the school to pick him up today, I saw him turn and run down the hallway and down a flight of stairs to get back to his classroom, because he wanted his backpack. The counselor turned and he was gone (I was still at the other end of the hall trying to catch up), and she ran after him. I have to say, it’s pretty amusing watching a 60+ yr old woman in high heels trying to run after a 6 yr old who has left her in the dust - she was NOT succeeding!

By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, he had made it to the room, and was running back toward me. He was nearly mowing over every child in the hallway. I didn’t know whether to tell him to slow down or take score!

We took him out to get the new Transformer movie, and will watch it with dinner tonight, provided Master returns from his last job in time.

As for he and I? We are doing well, and still finding our way back to us. We’re currently discussing bringing sensory deprivation into the mix, and personally? I’m all for it. A bit freaked, but ready.

Time to go get the casserole out of the oven. Which reminds me, time to beg for a new apron!

I’m not doing a very good job at that “five posts a week” rule, am I?

Oops?

Does this count?

Master is exploring the realms of mind control. Several months ago, he bought a book called, “The Forked Tongue.”

Something to do with how to be a mean evil bastard and like it.

Srsly. It says so.

Anyway, along with the nightly beatings, Master instructed me as we were snuggled deep and warm under the blankets, to dream about getting a harsh whipping, from him. If I didn’t? I would be punished.

My first instinct was to squeal “UNFAIR!”, but that would only cause him to give me The Look….so I said nothing, and hoped he would forget to ask. Today at lunch, we were sitting in a public restaurant, when out of the blue - “Did you dream about the whipping like I told you too, young lady?”

The entire room stopped.

(or felt like it…whatever…)

I nodded gingerly, and whispered, “Yes Sir.”

“What?”

ahem. “YES SIR.”

“Good girl. I will want details later.”

I wish the ground would open up and swallow me.

Bastard.

A quick post, as I have been banished to the bedroom for a nap this morning, and it has to be done by the time Master arrives home in the next few hours…

I’m feeling good, despite the lack of sleep and the neverending rain. Master has decreed that I must post here a minimum of 5 times per week, and if I try to use the excuse that I can’t think of anything to write? He will tell me what to write.

I was given a total of eight consecutive spankings/whippings/canings last night. When we first sat down for The Lecture, I was to receive three.

Three.

One instance of arguing. One instance of opening a package with my teeth (nasty, and thus forbidden habit), and one instance of chewing my nails. I know. Minor, right? I almost laughed out loud over the fact that I was sitting before him, waiting to be punished for chewing my nails. But, those are the rules, and I have gotten far too accustomed to doing as I please.

The problem? I kept pushing. I told him no, I cussed at him, and the last straw came when I told him that if he spanked me, I would leave.

Yeah. That went over like a lead balloon.

Something just would not let him in. I suppose that something would be me…but who’s asking?

So I found myself face down on the couch, getting beaten. He made me count several times, and the sneaky bastard has a way of getting me all flustered by first having me count to twenty, three times with three different toys…then suddenly, on round number four? I count to twenty, and start to relax… and he keeps GOING. The last of eight came from his strap, and he didn’t stop until I’d counted to fifty. By then, the sheer confusion of not knowing when (or IF!!) he was going to stop had torn me down until I was crying and struggling just to breathe.

It is really, really hard to gasp, try not to cry out, gasp again, pass out from lack of oxygen, wake up, gasp some more, AND say “42, Sir” before the strap lands again. And you know how it goes. If you miss a count, it isn’t *his* problem.

*glare*

Anyway.

By the time he’d finished, my ass was throbbing, and beginning to enter that itchy stage. I was exhausted and begged to go to bed. He said yes, but as soon as we got into the bedroom, he ordered me to strip. I obeyed, and climbed into bed, where he ordered me service him. He grabbed my hair so tightly that my head hurt as he fucked my face. Just when I thought he was going to explode into my throat, he tossed me aside and told me to get on all fours, ass high in the air.

He took me roughly from behind, slamming into my sore ass and knocking my head against the wall. He came hard and long before finally allowing me to lay back down, where I begged my way under his covers. I was asleep within minutes, and slept deeply.

Until 3 a.m.

Tiny Top was awake with another middle-of-the-night coughing fit, so I went to stand watch over him while he finally drifted back to sleep. Then I spent the rest of the night seething at the cat in the hallway, who thought it imperative to be in the bedroom with us. So imperative, in fact, that he decided to spend the next 2 1/2 hours scratching the door.

I had to get up shortly thereafter to get Tiny Top ready and take him to school. When Master dropped me off on the way to his first customer, he ordered me into bed for a nap…

which I am now going to take, because after 3 nights in a row of hard whippings?

I’d like to be able to sit again, thank you very much.