Weeping AngelBeware the weeping angel.

Happy HNT!

Graveyard is another Scavenger Hunt location.

Scavenger-Hunt-Gold

KneelingI could¬†have entitled this post “one simple gesture that will enhance your D/s relationship” but I’m really not that pretentious.

There is one gesture that will melt my heart and move me. One little thing that means so much and it is this, my boy kneeling at my feet.

It’s simple, non sexual, even publicly acceptable but it puts our D/s relationship in central space for that moment.

I had Mat kneel for me recently in a busy town centre. I was amused (and not entirely surprised) at the cries of “say Yes” that ensued. What those observers didn’t know is in that moment we were both saying “yes” to each other. This gesture from him at my command underlines who we are.

He kneeled at my feet atop a beautiful hill as I sat on a throne like rock, my willing submissive, my boy, my own. No queen ever felt so powerful, so respected or so worshipped as I did then.

Mat kneeled at my feet unbidden at the end of a hard day and helped me off with my shoes. As he gently massaged my feet, I felt loved and cared for. A simple service, spontaneously offered and the more precious for it. He gave me his submission without words and I took it with joy.

It is a gesture that sums up who we are. It never fails to move me deeply. At my feet, my Boy offers himself and I accept gladly. I give him my love and my approval. There is no quicker way to my heart.

This then is my favourite view of my Boy.

Sucking My CockSo many posts start ‘we went to a play party’ but this was our first this year. Yes, you read that correctly. For various reasons formal public play has been missing for a while and that is not good for Mat or for me.

So the result was a trip out to a new event, a new venue and with new people. I was nervous and uncertain and arriving early to a brightly lit empty room with a few people on one side propping up the bar did little to reassure. I didn’t feel like a Domme at that moment and whether Mat responded to that lack, or his uncertainty increased my own I’m not sure but we struggled to find our respective headspaces.

We decided to explore the venue (primarily a swingers club). We found a small dungeon, reassuringly dark and with a few pieces of furniture. That space gave me somewhere to relax, the confidence to put my Boy safely on his lead and to start to play.

Still it was awkward, clumsy, nervous and uncertain. It wasn’t until I had my Boy on all fours on the bed and was pounding into him with my strap-on that I really began to feel like myself again.
I had a wonderful time flogging him, in a gently therapeutic (for both of us) way. We enjoyed watching some boys being thoroughly abused, well I definitely enjoyed it. I even just about found time to use Mat’s boy-cunt again before the evening was over.

And so, finally, we went home, to fall asleep in happy exhaustion. Knowing we need to do this again much more often.

A post for National Poetry Day.

 

Passion

Passion
Unconstrained and uncontrolled
Frantic, desperate
Kisses that blend souls.
Hands touching, tearing
At each others flesh;
A need that cannot be delayed
That must instantly be met.
Bodies lost in pleasure
Yet seeking hungrily for more,
To sink into each others depths
And find themselves anew.
Complete annihilation
Or rebirth of the soul,
No one is unchanged
By this sacrifice of all.
Surrender to emotion,
To the most physical of needs,
Triumph in the glory,
That erotic release gives.
Be only in this moment
Yourself and other, now
Coupled and self-centred
In most exquisite joy.
Reaching for the infinite
Forever out of reach
Driven ever deeper
By passion’s endless kiss.

© Caitlin 2013

It was a lovely day, warm and beautiful and the woods were deserted, so obviously we got naked. Well, I say deserted…while Mat and I were talking a walk here we were accosted by a polite but fascinated observer. After a little chat he went on his way leaving us to take this photograph.Woods

Happy HNT!

Woods are another Scavenger Hunt location. I make this my fifteenth!

Scavenger-Hunt-Gold

When he received the email from his mistress he thought he knew what it contained from the subject line alone. He was wrong.

“Tomorrow morning when you awake take a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and tip them all into an ice bucket. Top it up with water until it is nearly full. Then immerse your cock and balls into the water for as long as you can. Use a stopwatch to measure how long that is and send me a message to let me know immediately.”

He shivered as he read the email, whether in fear or anticipation he didn’t even know himself.

The next morning he got out of bed reluctantly and went down to the kitchen not bothering to put clothes on. He took a tray of ice cubes out of the freezer and tipped them clattering into the ice bucket. Automatically he refilled the tray and returned it to the freezer. He topped up the ice bucket under the tap and then stood holding it awkwardly.

He was horribly aware of his cock, now unbelievably erect, as he contemplated the cold. He attempted to dip the tip of his erection into the water as he held the bucket. He drew back quickly. It was cold!
Finally he placed the ice bucket on a kitchen stool and with his eyes on the second-hand on the clock leaned over it and plunged his cock in. When the water reached his balls he recoiled and pulled out shivering. That was two second surely, maybe even three.

He sent his mistress his reply before heading off for a thankfully warm shower and starting his day.

Her reply arrived that evening. Praising his obedience and demanding a repeat the following day with one small change; the length of time specified precisely for him.

The next morning he stood naked leaning over the full ice bucket his eyes fixed on the clock. He leaned in, immersing his cock into the cold water, biting his lip as he counted the seconds. One, two, three, the shock of the cold made him gasp. Four, five, six, the cold seeped into him. Seven, eight, he withdrew swiftly and gratefully.

When he saw that his Domme had replied to his message of compliance he hesitated before opening it. When he saw how long the next days immersion was to be he wondered if he could endure.

The erection that stirred as he woke seemed a horribly irony as he prepared the ice bucket which was to torture his flesh. He whimpered as he plunged his cock and balls into the icy liquid.
“Mistress” he sobbed softly as thirty long seconds ticked by. His suffering was her delight.

The next message from his Domme added a new dimension to the challenge. He was to phone his mistress so that she could listen in to his morning awakening.

He prepared the icy water as usual before calling.
“Good morning ma’am”.
“Good morning”, she smiled.
“I’m ready” he murmured quietly.
“Then go ahead”.
The cold was no less shocking than before and he was hardly aware of the soft moan he let out. What he heard however was the soft purr of his mistress’ delight.
Her cooing “Good boy” held him still in the midst of his distress, and buoyed him up.
When she softly whispered after an unmeasurable time “that’s enough” he was almost reluctant for the moment to end.

He hadn’t expected another message but to his terror and delight one was waiting when he arrived home. He was to repeat his challenge one last time, again with his Domme on the phone while he did so. He wondered what evil she had planned, how long would she torture him for tomorrow?
His hands were shaking slightly as he tipped the ice cubes out of their tray. He refilled it with a slight sense of regret that this was the end of his challenge. He added the cold water and put the ice bucket on its stool before phoning his Domme.

At her command he lowered his cock into the water, leaning forward until his balls were immersed also. This last time he wanted her to be pleased with his suffering, to take exactly what she demanded from him.
His murmurs of “Mistress” were almost incoherent as the chill bit into him.
“Now take an ice cube in your hand”, the new instruction startled him.
“Yes, Mistress”.
He did as he was bidden. At her command he trailed it over his naked chest, rolling it over his nipples, leaving a trail of water across his flesh as it melted.
“Now push it into your ass”, she commanded, “let it cool you from the inside”.
“Mistress” he moaned. Was that acquiescence or a plea for mercy? He didn’t know.
“Now”.
That word, that insistence and he pushed what remained of the cube inside him.
The cold was everywhere, inside, outside. But his mistress warmed him with her approval, her encouragement and her delight.

Then, finally, she released him from the cold, his challenge completed at last.

Waterfall

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In Ireland we found this beautiful waterfall. The surprise? Mat and I got naked and had a swim.

Surprise Saturday

This is a Scavenger Hunt location too.

Scavenger-Hunt-Gold

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