HNT

Happy HNT!
















And this one, is of Llama.

Some updates

For anyone actually keeping track, I have made some changes to the Blog links to the right. I have removed some of the Blogs that have either gone inactive, or been removed entirely. In their place, I have added some others that I like to read as often as I can, as well as some that Llama likes to read.

If you don't see your Blog listed on our links, and would like to be listed - please drop us an e-mail. We will be happy to add you!

Since it would seem that our first HNT post was enjoyed - we might have to make it a regular practice to post for HNT.

Our Christmas went great, lots of friends and family. Also, there was plenty of pain to keep Llama happy over the past few days. Hope everyone else had a great holiday, and we are looking forward to the New Year.

HNT - Christmas style

We have never participated in HNT, but I couldn't resist with this one. Ever in the holiday spirit -



Talk about holiday lights!








A word of thanks to Slave, and her Blog Party. I had a great time participating in it, and hopefully gained some new readers in the process. I invite you to check out her Blog - very enjoyable.

Llama and I will probably not get the chance to post again until after Christmas. We wish you all a wonderful holiday, filled with lots of love, spankings, candles, and new toys to play with!

Who knew?

Santa is a switch!

How'd you like to get your presents wrapped in that this year?

If you are visiting from the Blog Party, WELCOME! I invite you to take a few moments and look around, you might like what you find. Enjoy!

Submissive Reindeer?

Who said they don't know how to party at the North Pole?

Thoughts of a Submissive

Master's last post made me smile, although not at first. I took it as, 'I'm taking too much of His time, I'm demanding too much of Him.' Master said that I was the only one in the world that would've taken it that way. So true. I re-read it the next morning and it really did draw out a smile. He wants to make more time to give me what He wants, what He knows I love and need. How could I not smile when I see that He pays attention to what makes me happy and that He wants to give it to me more often than He already does?

His last post also made me feel good. Now I know He can see vast improvements in me. Things like e-mailing Him or calling Him and letting Him know what's going on has become a natural thing. I know how much He loves me regardless of what He may think. His work keeps Him very busy and I understand that completely. He comes home tired but always makes a point to kiss me 'hello.' There are mornings where He's out the door before I have to get up and nights that I'm fast asleep before He can come to bed. He gives me what He's able and right now, that's enough. I would like to have more instruction and time with Him but it isn't His fault. He earns the majority of the money in the household and takes care of me. He gives me all that need.

Going from that, Master takes care of the bills, works long hours in order to put food on the table, keep the lights on, and a roof over our heads. In exchange for this, after I get home from work and on the weekends, I'm responsible for the upkeep of the house. I dust, cook, clean, do laundry, press His work shirts, and many other things that come up. On Sarah's blog, she had made the comment that she finds herself quite busy some days. I'm the same way; there's usually something to be done around the house when I get home, as well as cooking dinner for Master and myself. Well, someone opened a can of worms causing her to post what she means.

I read her post and found myself nodding and agreeing with her on practically every single point. Master has chosen to work the full time job and support me. My job is really quite simple and doesn't require too many hours a week. He provides everything that I need. When we go to the grocery store and I want something different or special, I'll always ask out of respect. Master has never denied me of anything, especially Ben and Jerry's...lmao. He has provided me with the clothing I need and things I need for around the house. When I make a trip to the store alone, I try to give Him an idea of what I'm going to buy. He earns the money but calls it 'our money.'

I like to have a clean house as does Master. There are times when I'm slack but our home never is more than a 10 minute power-clean away when company is coming. I do our laundry and I cook our food. I'm home most of the day, why shouldn't I? These little things bring me joy because I know Master is proud of our home; and so am I! I absolutely love to cook and bake. There's nothing better than cooking a good, filling meal on a cool, damp day. It warms the house and makes it homey.

Now, Master is a very good cook. On days that I'm under the weather or just too busy at work, no matter what, He'll step up and do the cooking and the cleaning without complaint. Some days He'll cook and take care of the kitchen afterwards to let me relax. Usually, Master takes care of the yard, the repairs, the bills, basically 'men's work.' I'm every feminist's worst nightmare; a submissive female that falls into the traditional roles of a 'housewife' or slave *gasp!*

I can just see feminists cringing and I love it! Thank you for making it easier to do things but do not judge me because of this life I chose and love! Just as Mac does for Sarah, Master will open my car door and help me in, hold doors into and out of restaurants, sometimes for several people. He holds my hand or takes my arm and enjoys it. He'll order for me at restaurants (which I adore) and He'll gladly walk to the bar and get our drinks. He too treats me like a queen, like a lady and I'm more confident for it.

And as Sarah points out, this allows me complete freedom from having to be masculine. If there's something I can't handle, Master simply steps in and takes care of it for me without complaint and without ever bringing it up again. I don't worry about getting an argument at a restaurant over food, I don't worry about anyone even looking at me strangely when I'm with Him. I can be soft, sensitive, open, and loving without having to worry about He or anyone else taking advantage of it. I can be a slut in the bedroom and a lady in public. We both love it and His protection of me allows it.

How many feminists can say that? How open can you be? I can be just as strong and independent if I wanted to be. I could go out and be an independent woman, support myself, and still be able to come home, put my leather collar around my neck, and kneel in from of my Master. If He would rather me be home, that's where I'll stay; if my job becomes a problem, I'll quit without fear. When I'm in a funk, I get out of bed because of Him.

And when He takes me into the bedroom and wraps His hand around my neck, as He did last night, I love Him more deeply. When He handcuffed my hands behind my back, put the ball gag in and blindfolded me, I was able to put my life in His hands and not feel on shred of fear. When He hooked up my leash and led me to the bed, I was ready to follow Him to the moon and back. When He began to flog me and slap me with that very leash, I was His completely, put in my place by the stinging, burning sensations across my ass and thighs. As He took me and fucked me, I knew He loved me above all others. As I cried gently afterwards from the release of intense emotions, He held me and comforted me, and I knew He cherished me above all others.

There's more than I could post about, more so about my own personal reasons for my submission, and the psychological impact it has on my life, but I've said enough for today. All of the above is because people who do not seek to understand our lifestyle but take pleasure in trashing it need to stop talking and listen or go away. If you don't understand and don't care, move on! No one is making you read this and I'm not out to change your opinion. If you want to burn your bras to get your point across, I'm not going to stop you. Go for it! Do what you need to do to be happy.

This lifestyle makes me happy. When I want something, I kneel instead of burning my nice bras from Vickies. I may not agree with how you do things and you may not agree with mine, but I will not stand up and bash you, telling you that you are wrong because of your beliefs. I expect the same respect back.

I'm a better, more educated person from my experiences with Him, who understands that people have different opinions. If you don't like mine, go to the top of the page and click on, "Next Blog."

We'll simply agree to disagree.

Wandering thoughts of this and that

I had received an invite a while back to attend a play party from an old friend of mine, a submissive. I hadn't seen or heard from her in years, and had the opportunity to talk to her recently. Since then, we've kept in touch about once a week or so.

When the subject of her parties first came up, I was excited, but Llama was hesitant. She wasn't sure she was ready to take our relationship to that level, to the point where she was with others around, even if they are like-minded. We've talked about it some since the initial invite, and she is a bit more comfortable with the idea - but still not crazy about it.

I found out the other day that the party is scheduled for this weekend, and unfortunately, Llama and I already have a prior commitment. When I told 'P' we couldn't make it this time around, she was disappointed, but understood. I was kind up bummed too, I really was looking forward to it. You never know where you might get new ideas from.

Other than that, all is going along nicely with Llama. She has really come along very nicely, these last few weeks especially. I would like to take credit for the change in her, but I'm not sure I can. She has a lot more spunk and self-confidence lately. She carries herself very well, and knows what I expect of her, even when I can't be around to instruct her. For example, I was at work today, and buried up to my eye balls. I got an e-mail from her, she wanted me to know that she was going to be heading out to run some errands that I had left for her. In addition, she was going to be meeting a friend for lunch. She was quick to add that she would of course be dressed nicely, and her hair and make-up done. This is something that I normally have to tell her to do, as she has a natural beauty that really doesn't require much make-up. Often, she goes without, and looks just fine that way. She's very much a 'tom-boy' in many regards, and is comfortable to pull on a ball cap with her jeans and sweatshirt and head out the door. But, she knows I like her dressed up a bit, with hair and make-up done when she's going out in public. So, she has begun to make a concerted effort to comply with this, even when I am not there to guide her.

Now, all that being said, I have work to do. I have allowed things to slide into complacency lately. Like many of us in the D/s lifestyle, we lead vanilla lives each and every day. More often than not, I have allowed other things get in the way and sidetrack me from giving her the time, attention, and sessions she needs and desires. I need to instruct her more. I need to offer her more release - along with the restraint (both physical and mental). I need to get the garage cleaned out again and re-assemble my dungeon. I need to buy her more toys for our sessions. I need to make the time to take her to one of those parties. I need to hurt her more often, as she has admitted she loves it so much. And most important, I need to tell her how much I love her more often - and how I am better off for having her as my sub. A master without a sub is like a boat with no water, it does not function. She completes me, and I could not ask for a better sub than my Llama.

Yesterday, Llama called me at work. This is something she does not ordinarily do. Normally, if she needs something, she will e-mail me and wait for me to answer. If it's important, she will beep me on the Nextel. When I answered my phone to hear her voice on the other end, I was suspicious. At first, I wondered that something was wrong. She assured me all was ok, but had a few things that she wanted to tell me, and didn't want to wait for an e-mail response. Ok..... why not use the Nextel, I thought to myself. After she was done telling me what was what, I was about to get off the phone, and she said she was going to ask me one more thing, but it could wait if I had to go. As I always try to make time for her, no matter how busy I may be, I stopped and told her to continue. She asked for permission to masturbate. Now, I know why she didn't use the Nextel! I quickly thought over her request, and decided that yes, she may. She has been a very good girl as of late, and we have had very limited time alone together for me to give her the physical release she obviously needed. She giggled and thanked me, and then hung up. She told me later it was good, and that she had needed it.

The other day, we had to go out to a get together that required her to dress up a bit more than normal for her. I had given her a choice of outfits to wear. I wanted to see what she would choose. Despite the cold night air, and the height of my vehicle, she chose the skirt, heels, and thigh-high stockings. I was very pleased. She knows what I like, and makes every attempt to please me at all times. There is something very sexy and feminine about a woman in heels and thigh highs. I absolutely love it, and have purchased several pairs for her to wear. She has even begun to wear them under slacks and pants, simply because she knows I like them, and she has come to like the feel of them herself. She is already under standing orders to only wear thongs, unless I tell her to wear no panties, or the time of the month does not allow for it. This she does readily.

After the get together the other night, we decided to do something a bit different, and went to a hotel for the night. There was no need for it, it just was out of the ordinary. We had no toys with us, and we were both fairly tired. Things still managed to get rather heated in bed, once all the clothes were thrown to the floor. As the walls were thin, we had to keep it down a bit, but as she got closer and closer to orgasm, I pulled and pinched a bit harder, and when I saw her ready to cum, I wrapped my hands around her throat and squeezed. She recently expressed her desires for me to use breath control with her.

(***DISCLAIMER*** If you are a novice at this, be very careful and do some research first! This is a very dangerous activity and should only be attempted by those who are knowledgeable in the subject.)

Now, that being said, as her orgasm hit and she climaxed, I applied a bit more pressure to her throat than I have in the past. Careful to watch her face and eyes as I did. The effect was better than I think she could have hoped for. Her whole body shook and shuddered, her legs clamped down around me and she let out a high pitch squeal. I let up on her as her orgasm eased off, and she let out a loud gasp and fell limp onto the bed. It took her several minutes to recover, finally rolling over to cuddle along side me and thank me for 'the most powerful orgasm she had ever had'. After a while, she grinned when she looked at me and confided that she was about 10 seconds away from passing out. She wanted to know how I knew, and could be so good at it, and despite it - she was never afraid. She knew I would never harm her, or ever put her in danger. She has given herself to me, fully.

Taken to the Edge

I love it when Master takes what I rarely offer. It reminds me of just what I am and where I belong in life.

As Master has posted lately, I've become more wanton of pain. He's taken me over the edge which can be frightening but I know He'll hold me while I let all the pain go. It's not something I'm afraid of letting Him do, taking me over the edge of what I can handle.

Last evening, I was exhausted and have been most nights. I went to bed and watched a little TV before Master joined me. We laid together and watched TV, chuckling at the show. For some reason (like I don't know), Master loves to torment me in the smallest of ways. So, as we are laying in bed, Master's right leg resting on top of both of mine, He begins to tease. Soon, He's holding me down and teasing me while I struggle against Him. We're both laughing too hard but He's stronger than I so I struggle in vain.

He placed my left hand under His body...hee hee hee, what a brat I can be! I begin to playfully scratch Master's ass. The "mmmm" caused me to continue and soon I found my other hand being pulled down to His already stiffening cock. I love the feeling of His cock in my hands, getting harder and throbbing with every groan. I played with His balls, more than pleased that He took the time to shave them smooth few days before. I love the feeling of His shaft and balls when they are smooth....oh yes I do love them smooth.

He ordered me to strip down. My clothing landed in a pile right next to the bed. As I laid back down, He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to my stomach, taking His place on top of my body. He bit me and ran His nails up and down my body. I could feel Him rubbing against my pussy and could feel the wetness spreading. I began to push back into Him, trying to get Him into my pussy.

The best laid plans of brats and men....

That's not what He wanted. He began to push the head into my ass. No lube, no warning, and I wanted it, damn did I want it. I'm not the biggest fan of anal but only because of the mess it can create. Other than that, I love the way it feels. I have bigger orgasms when I have a bullet, plug, or other implement in my ass and Master's cock in my pussy.

Last night, He started off slow and worked His way in, nice and deep. I moaned, squirmed, and squealed as He fucked me all the while nibbling my shoulders, holding my arms down, and using my hair for thrust. It was hot. Soon, Master began thrusting into me so hard and at a frantic pace. I was almost screaming into the bed at this point. It felt too good to hold back. I heard Him begin to grunt and knew...I was soon rewarded with a load of cum in my ass and a satisfied Master.

We each took a quick shower and crawled back into bed, falling asleep in each others arms. Like Master has said before, just when I think I'm so close to Him, we get even closer to each other. I'm continually drawn into Him and find myself putting what He'd want first, thinking about what He'd think of a situation, and what He'd do. I never would've thought that my submission would run this deep into my being, into my soul.

And I wonder if Master will ever take me to that edge, if there is an edge to my submission. Personally, I think that it is wired into my being and Master will just lead me deeper and deeper which will also being me closer and closer to who I really am.

His slave.