Breathless

Wearing latex is a hot old business especially when you don’t have air-conditioning. Thank goodness I do now, because Rubbermaid came round again and proved once again why I keep inviting him back.

Hooking his arms around my legs and pushing me front first onto the bed, legs spread, immobilised, he proceeded to strum me until I could barely breathe, let alone move.



Not very Dominant I know, but it was his turn in charge.

Feeling Poll

In the recent poll, Which do you prefer to feel against your skin? The result show that clearly we’re a bunch of fetish freaks.

In reverse order

Leather 57%
Rubber/latex 42%
Cotton 28%
Satin 28%
Nothing 14%
Pvc 14%
Silk 14%
Demin 0%

From seven people voting picking at least two answers each.

Check out the new poll. The story behind (pun intended) coming soon!

Busy Week

Some time has past since I graced your presence and for that I make no apologies, but I will explain. I moved house. There done, now you know and have I told you how much I hate moving?

But a few things have happened in the time;

Met the literary schoolboy, finally
I’m not sure about him, for a man of ethnic background he was surprising racist and intolerant of all sorts of things. Little things that I consider normal he thought was weird. I know we’re all different and although I, at no point felt threatened by him, I don’t think I’d want him in my house.

Plus, he’s 33, lives with his mum and doesn’t tell her were he’s going. She rang three times during our hour and half drink date and he’d told her he’d popped to the shops.

Fu*k buddy or boyfriend
I’ve mentioned the RubberMaid before, so you have a vague idea of the thing we got up to as Mistress and sub, but I have recently because aware that things may be slipping away from that dynamic and settling into a more boyfriend/girlfriend mindset. A series of things happened after the late night phone call incident that have seen him coming over and watching a movie, or just giving my a lift home with him leaving having remained fully clothed the entire time he was in my presence..

I casually mentioned these things to my beautician and her comment was ‘Ohh, sounds to me like he’s your boyfriend.’

I was horrified, speechless and sort of happy. I do believe I even giggled. I’ll keep you posted.

A Challenge Put Out There
I’ve been chatting to a Dominant male for a few months now and have even done a few things at his instruction via telephone (tied myself to a chair while wearing high heels, worn a gag and even called him Master) but on Sunday I met him.

He’s a lovely guy, but I think he realises I much more Domme than sub and has agreed that we’ll just see what happens, but at the very least he knows he has a female friend to go shoe shopping with. In fact, despite a lot of places being shut, we did get to try on a few pairs.

Tantalising Indeed
Also this weekend I got to met the lovely tantalizing woman. She was visiting from paradise (no, not Surfers) and took a little time out to share a drink and some precious time with me. For some reason I was a little nervous which or may not have resulted in me having a case of verbal diarrhoea. I’m not completely sure, I just know I came away thinking, she’s really nice, I hope I didn’t scare her.

Short, but not so Curly

Yesterday I had my head shaved for The Worlds Greatest Shave at noon. At half past I was meeting a first date. Turns out, being a military man he’s kinda partial to a lady with short hair.

It was a very lovely day. We chatted, ate Chinese food, shopped a little and drank Mango smoothies. The fun was only mildly diluted by the oppressive humidity giving me a severe case of shiny face and later mild sunstroke.

But, if I’m five foot five and he’s five ten, how come I could see the top of his head for much of the time we were together?

PS. He loved his lippy!

A Touch of Lippy

Why do men have a fascination with ladies accoutrements?

Bras, knickers, mascara, eyeliner and most of all lipstick. Especially red lipstick. After all, women don’t have the same desires to wear jockstraps or yfronts.

Of all the conversations I have online and over the phone, red lipstick is the thing that crops up the most. I know it’s supposed to be evocative of other lips (ahem, you know, the down there ones) but the last time I looked, my fanny wasn’t scarlet. If it had been I would have taken myself straight to the doctor for tests. It’s a rather healthy deep pink, but then I suppose that colour doesn’t look quite as striking when wore on the facial lips.

So gentleman readers (I know I have a couple at least) spill please. Why red lipstick?
And if you care to share details of other lady bits, feel free.

PS. The picture is of the lipstick that I have purchased as a gift for a very nice guy I know who has a fantasy to wear red lipstick (yes, red only) while going down on a woman so he can see the smears.

Razors Edge

On Thursday 13th March at 12noon I’m having my head shaved for The Worlds Greatest Shave down to a number one.

Do I tell the first date that I’m meeting at 2pm?

A First

I experienced my first ever booty call yesterday. I have to confess I really enjoyed myself, dressed up head to toe in rubber and leather, the left over exercise pains are much less today (seems my more nooky plan is working, my belt does up to notch four now).

I was a bit shocked to start with though, after, when he showered, dressed and announced he had to get home to cook dinner for his roommate. He was in my house and bed for less than two hours.

After he’d gone, I fell asleep on the sofa.

Bad News

I got a phone call this morning at 4.30am. Not good news from the old country, my Mum is sick. After spending half an hour on the phone I returned to bed to find the Rubbermaid sitting up looking at me.

‘Is everything Ok?’ he asked.

I told him briefly the problem, leaving out all the details my Dad saw fit to tell me.

He patted the bed and told me to lie down, he then laid really close, leg touching leg, arm touching arm, shoulder to shoulder, took my hand in his, fingers interlocked and squeezed it tight. We lay there, looking up at the ceiling, holding hands in silence. He drifted back to sleep while I continued to stare at the ceiling. His soft snore was strangely comforting, as was the vice like grip that didn’t relax until his alarm went off at 6.30.

We had breakfast at my local café where we talked about inconsequential things for nearly an hour before he got his first job for the day. Before he left he embraced me in a bear hug and kissing me softly on the cheek and said goodbye.

I jumped on the bus and cried all the way to work.

Master Bates

As I lay in bed the other night feeling really horny, but too sick to do anything about it, I came to a realisation. I have never been watched while I masturbate.

The Latex Split

The tip of the index finger in my left latex glove gave way on Sunday, mid play. I spent the next couple of hours trying to keep talc from leaking out of the rest of the glove and getting on to everything. The last thing I wanted was the gooey mixture of lube and talc getting on my satin corset.

Poll Results, you whore!

33% of you prefer to be called whore when being consensually verbally abused.
26% of you prefer to be called slut when being consensually verbally abused.
26% of you are happy to be called any of the following; jezebel, slut, strumpet, tart, tramp, wench or whore.
20% are happy to be called all of the above.
6% of you prefer to be called strumpet when being consensually verbally abused.
6% of you prefer to be called wench when being consensually verbally abused.
None of you choose to be called jezebel, tart or tramp.

15 people shared their feelings for this poll.

Photo Shoot

Picking up on miss aj’s comment from this question about toenail colour I though I would share a few examples of just how wrong a self shoot photo shot of feet can go.

I took nearly 40 photos and I choose to share four, each one shows the potential for wrongness, but thankfully, I managed not to take a single broken ankle angle this time.

- Too Close

- Wrong angle

- Weird pose and shows the bruise on my ankle WAY to much

- Wrong postioning, but actually I quite like this one.