Sorry its taken ages to write, this took place the week before last.

Fun and games the week before last week.

 

So on Wednesday evening whilst I was watching Cliff Richard in concert with my Mother-in-law, Master set his subs a challenge, one I was ready to throw a tantrum because it was totally out of my comfort zone.

Think about your favourite song, download the lyrics if necessary, then dress up as the singer or the lead singer, if in a band, and sing me a song, You have until Saturday evening. Best video wins a cinema trip with Master, to watch a film of his choice and bring your own sweets. No cinema sweeties or drinks.

As I said completely out of my comfort zone.

Probably was a good job I was at the concert because I think I would have thrown a right fit.

So Thursday was the day I had to do it, Master works from home on Fridays so I didn’t want to do it then. What do I pick, what do I wear ? I decided first that I would wear my school uniform, but what song goes with it ? I thought about doing Shania Twain, I feel like a woman, but I really wanted to dress up properly. I asked my best mate, she has a fantastic memory for when we were in school. And she suggested a few songs, so I put YouTube on the TV, firstly I was quite impressed I could actually do that and listened to each song before finally choosing one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aqLwHP4y6Q&start_radio=1&list=RD0aqLwHP4y6Q

Hey Mickey by Toni Basil.

In the video she’s actually wearing a cheerleaders outfit but I thought the school uniform would do.

I got my selfie stick, set it up, the video ready on YouTube then I sat on the bed to do my makeup and hair. I put my hair in 2 untidy pigtails, put blue eyeshadow on, a lot of it, so it could be seen, putting heavy blusher on, again so it could be seen, bright red lipstick then that was all done. I’ve put a little weight on since I bought the white shirt so it was a bit tight, fastened my tie, put white pantie shorts on, white socks rolled to my ankles then pulled up my rather short skirt. But I must admit I did like what I looked like.

I went to turn the video on only to be told by my phone that it was full, due to me recording a lot of the Cliff concert for my Mother-In-Law. I was so mad, here I was all dressed up and ready and nothing to record it on. I do have a digital camera somewhere, but Master used it usually, but I couldn’t find it. Then I remembered Master had a spare phone downstairs so I wondered if that was working, I dashed downstairs to find the phone, saw it had the video thing so decided I would use it, No idea how to get it from that phone to mine but at least I would have done it.
Phone ready, I turned the song on and began singing, 1 minute 40 seconds in, I realised I did need the lyrics up. So I stopped the video, and put the lyrics on instead. Now the problem is, as you know I’m not a skinny girl, and I’m not fit, if you watch the original video, you will see the dance wasn’t exactly slow, so after dancing for nearly 2 minutes, I was quite knackered, then I had to start from the beginning. And for some reason, I thought I would dance on the bed, why, I’ve no clue. But it was not easy dancing on it. So I started again, singing along, dancing well lots of arm movement really, but I was going for it. 3 minutes in, I was completely knackered, but I continued. It lasted 4 minutes and 15 seconds. OMG, I was having a hot flush, my shirt was sticking to me as I stopped the video and fell on the bed. Took me ages to get my breath back enough to get up, take my school uniform off and wash the makeup off. Really I should have just had another shower. I really need to go to the Drs about going on HRT patches as these flushes are all the time now. But anyway I was quite proud that I did the video, I just hoped Master could send the video to my phone. But I think I did okay, Now all I had to do was see Daddy’s video and PiggyJ’s. I think I’m in for winning this task for once. But I won’t watch their videos until Saturday.

Last Saturday we were going to theirs, Daddy was working until 4pm, I must admit I was a bit gutted but it was also nice chance for Master, PiggyJ and me to have some fun times before he comes home. Five minutes later Daddy messaged to say he was finishing at 3pm instead. Both Daddy and PiggyJ intended on getting drunk, and wanted me drunk too. Both of them said they get very naughty when they are drunk, I think I just go even more tired, it’s been ages since I was drunk, I think.

We left half an hour earlier than planned as we needed to go shopping, Daddy wanted some beer, PiggyJ wanted another bottle of wine, Master wanted a few ciders to mix with lemonade as he was driving, I wanted 2 bottles of wine and some nibbles. So I went and got everything and we headed to Bolton. We let ourselves in and met PiggyJ naked in the living room and I quickly undressed, putting all my clothes tidily away. She put the wine, beer and cider in the fridge but then asked me if I wanted a wine now. “Oh yes, why not.” I said. PiggyJ came back in with my sippy cup full, a large glass of wine for her and Master’s cider shandy. We talked about this and that, filling up the wine before Daddy was home. By the time he did come home, and filled us up again, that was a bottle each gone. And we were rather tipsy. Daddy downed 2 cans of beer within 20 minutes of being home to catch up. It does not take long for him to become a really, funny, silly drunk. At one point I swore, can’t even remember what it was about but suddenly Daddy told me to go and stand in the corner. I was gobsmacked coz he’s never done it before. Then Master said, “If she was going in the corner then it was only fair that she did it like PiggyJ did a while ago. Holding a coin on the door with your nose.” I threw a dirty look at Master whilst Daddy said,”That’s a good idea,” he went to find a coin. Coming back his hands in fists he asked “Left or right?” I pointed to the left hand, it held a 5p coin, handing it to me, he said,”If you picked the other hand, it wudda been a smaller coin. A 1p coin. Go on.” Throwing Daddy my best bratty look I walked to the door, just about to put the coin on the door when Master said “It needs timing.” Then Daddy looked around to find a timer. So being the brat I am, I put one elbow on the door, the other hand on my hip sticking it out as far as possible, with a look on my face that just said, “In your own time Daddy.” PiggyJ started laughing when she saw me, then Master said “Why don’t I put the timer on my phone ?” “Oh good idea Master,” Daddy said coming back in, stopping quickly when he saw me. “Erm what you doing ?” He asked, “Waiting for you.” I told him. “Well I’m here now so door, nose, coin now!” My evil look went past as I put the coin on the door then reached over to put my nose on the coin. I can tell you, this is not easy when you are a BBW. But I started, then began drumming my nails on the door, “What’s with the drumming of your nails ?” Master asked, “To keep me occupied,” I said. Daddy didn’t say stop so I continued. Then closed my eyes, mainly concentrating on not dropping the coin as I felt my nose becoming sweaty. Daddy came over to try to distract me, but I kept my eyes tightly closed, ignoring everything he tried to do. Quickly the 5 minutes was done so I moved away, picking the coin up as it dropped on the floor.

I sat next to PiggyJ then as Daddy sat next to me, Daddy asked Master who won the challenge. Master said, “Well there was one complete loser, who put little effort into it, singing 2 lines of a made upstairs song about singing a song, naked. And we all know that was Manho, (Daddy) so it’s between Serf and PiggyJ. But I do think there was a clear winner of this challenge, just by the look of sheer pain on her face that said, when will this song finish, it has to be Serf.

I must admit I was made up I won, I did put a bit of effort into it. Not that PiggyJ and Daddy didn’t put effort into theirs, they did, I was exhausted after doing it. But I felt guilty as I knew there was one other person who would have loved a trip out with Master and that was PiggyJ. So the next day I asked Master that even though I really was pleased I won and that I got to go to the cinema with him, could I pass over my prize to another sub. As I knew someone who would love it, but Master said No, I put the effort into the video so I deserve the prize.

I felt guilty for PiggyJ, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

So we continued to drink and natter when Daddy asked Master if he would like a foot massage. Now the funny thing with Daddy getting drunk is he comes out with some things, he would never ever say if he was sober. He said, “You go and get the massage oil J, I’ve been in work all day. Go on, do as you’re told.” PiggyJ’s response was, “I beg your pardon, go and get it yourself.” I think he realised he stepped over the line with her as he got up quickly and went to get it.  He came back sat on the floor in front of Master and took his socks off. PiggyJ had already taken his shoes off. Daddy pushed his jeans up as far as they would go, which was’t far as they were skinny jeans, then started massaging his foot.

Next thing I know, Daddy says, “ It’s hard doing it without a stool, Little Minxs come here and be Daddy’s stool.” I was quite happy sat with PiggyJ, my hand on her thigh, her hand on my hand, as we kinda rubbed fingers together, our closeness really becoming apparent, well no, we became very firm friends/sisters very quickly, I suppose I mean I was feeling more and more comfortable holding hands, kissing, there’s been no boob fondling or pussy touching yet, but each time we are together the closeness is growing and it’s only a matter of time before more happens. Anyway, I stayed being a stool for a while, as Daddy massaged Master’s feet, his hand would occasionally slip down to my bottom and slip between my legs, though on one occasion PiggyJ slapped his hand away, saying “She’s there to be a stool, not to be played with.” So he stopped, every now and then, I had to ask Master to move his foot to another area, then PiggyJ started to massage his other foot. Not sure how long this continued for but it felt like a while. Wudda been lovely if I was being played with too.

Anyway after a while my stool was no longer needed so I sat next to PiggyJ again, we chatted about anything then Daddy came in with another beer, and suddenly began swearing loads, dropping the F bomb 3 or 4 times in one sentence. I told him off, saying how am I supposed to stop swearing when you do it so much. “I agree Little Minxs, I’m sorry,” then he bent over in front of me and wiggled his ass for me to smack him. I put my hands up, “Sorry, not my thing, I can’t hit you or anybody,” I exclaimed, “Oh PiggyJ will do it,” Daddy said then moved along. Bent over in front of her, she raised her hand and full force slapped his cheek. He howled rubbing the area, it was such a hard slap, you could clearly see each finger, even each joint on the fingers, crimson around the outside and pale in the middle, she was very proud of this smack. Must admit so would I. I think Daddy swore again which was why Master said, “Oh this needs to stop, it’s not fair if Serf gets corner time for swearing when you, her Daddy continue dropping the F bomb. 5 minutes holding the coin with your nose now please.” Daddy did as he was instructed but because he was drunk he kept dropping the coin, meaning the timer restarted. By the time he actually got started properly, he probably had 5 minutes, but the timer began. Master grabbed the Jokari paddle that was already out, went over and swatted him very hard on one cheek with that nasty paddle. Daddy screamed out loud, as he danced about, so his coin dropped on the floor and the timer started from 0 again. Master repeated it again, even harder, once, twice all around the same area. As he screeched and grabbed his cheek, trying not to swear, then he was told to do his corner time again. As Master restarted the timer again. Daddy took a minute to get into position.

It was quite interesting seeing the Jokari being used on someone else. The skin went deathly pale at first then a deep crimson circled the white middle. As Master hit him 3 times, he was left with 3 quite big white circles the outside was then crimson, turning to purple, deep bruising all around them. It was also good for Daddy to experience the Jokari, he didn’t like it at all, now he can understand why I wriggle and fight so much when he uses it. Afterwards he did agree, he said that thing was the worst thing he’s ever experienced. Master then told him again to get into position and reset the clock, as Daddy thought it couldn’t get much worse, Master said, “Now we’ve got this outstanding punishment for Manho, ( Daddy’s nickname from Master,) 25 with the Jokari. I mean Manho, when I said I wanted us all to have a nice fun spanking, then I wanted to stick my cock in all your asses, why would you think this would include me getting a spanking of any kind ? At no point did I say I would ever be spanked, I am the Dom to all of you, I get to enjoy giving my subs a play spanking.” Daddy began apologising but Master quickly fired off 25 swats with the Jokari, they were not that hard, not as bad as the three in the beginning, but Daddy’s cheeks pinked up nicely. He was then told to do his 5 minutes cornertime. Master was enjoying winding him up as he kept forgetting to turn the timer on, or reset it before the alarm went off so in the end he must have been there nearly 15 minutes.

Finally it was done so we began to discuss what we were having for dinner. The options were Domino’s Pizza, a Chinese but that would mean Master would have to take Daddy to get money out first, or walk across the road for Kebab’s. After a very long discussion we decided on a kebab. I wrote down what everyone wanted, Daddy and I got dressed and walked over to the chippy. We met a lady Daddy called her Sue, we were having a laugh saying apparently she wanted to play with him, but he never did it. She wanted to be wife No2 but she’s missed the chance now as I’m his wife No2 and he’s not allowed to play with anyone else. Not sure if any of this was true or not, but she was laughing with us. After we had rather a drunkard chat with this poor lady, she told us we would have to come back in 20 minutes, so we popped to the shop next door to get Daddy more beer then went back home. I think Master and PiggyJ must have enjoyed a cheeky little play as Master had no jeans on now. I hope they weren’t waiting for us to go before playing. If Master wanted a blowjob when we first arrived I wonder if they would just do it in the living room, next to me and Daddy, and how we would feel.  I don’t think I’d be bothered, I’ve seen her do it before, maybe it’s just a sign that I’m ready to do more. I really wanna do more group fun and the intention today was for Master to give us all a group fun spanking, then he wanted to “fudge” our asses. Something Daddy was a bit unsure of, as he wasn’t keen on the idea of Master’s dick up his arse. But we all got a bit drunk instead, chatted more until it was time to go back for dinner.

Back at the chippy the poor lady had to put up with our silly drunkenness until everything was ready then we left. Home to eat dinner which was very nice then we put a film on. Well they picked Beverly Hill Cop, the original, it was rubbish so I snuggled into Daddy and fell asleep. I think he had to wake me up twice so he could move coz I was so hot and he needed to cool down.

When the film finished, Master and PiggyJ went to bed, Daddy woke me up asking if I wanted to play. Well apparently I jumped right up, awake saying yes please. I think it’s fair to say Daddy rocked my world. We had lots of fun I can’t say more than that. Lots of bottom playing, with dildos and hand, plus dildos up my pussy making me feel stretched to capacity, especially when he filled both at the same time. I didn’t think I could stretch anymore.

But Daddy had listened to me and PiggyJ, about dominating me during sex. He began telling me not to cum until he said, holding it for a long time, making me ask if I could cum then letting go, releasing my orgasm felt much more intense. I loved letting him take control of me during sex as well as in my life.

Though apparently I had a mishap with my teeth on his dick. Whilst giving him a bj I scratched him with my teeth but I didn’t find out until the next day when Daddy saw it. So I’m gonna have to be careful as I also cut Master’s dick the following Friday. But this was a bad one, he bled a lot, I know he had an erection so there was more blood in his dick, I had to hold his dick with a baby wipe over the cut, holding it tightly until it stopped bleeding. Master didn’t want a blowjob then but asked for a handjob. I was worried about his dick, luckily he wasn’t angry with me, he knows it was only an accident, he said I was going much harder with my teeth today, like an animal attacking her meat.

Well it has been a long time since I played with Master, either having sex or playing. G being Master hasn’t been around much, stress from his job, me having a very long spell with my back pain, meant there’s been nothing happening.

So when he asked for a bj, I was really happy to oblige. But I wasn’t prepared for the ending.

I broke both my Doms cocks !!!!!

Luckily they both still work, but I will watch my teeth and not get too excited whilst having them in my mouth in the future.
I do struggle with Master’s PA being so big now, so I tend to take it out, or put a smaller one in just for the bj, I love feeling the big PA’s inside me, just not in my mouth.

Anyway Daddy’s dick is fixed now, Master says his feels okay, it stings a bit when he’s having a wee but it doesn’t hurt. It looks like I caught his foreskin right at the base on his head. Kinda where the central seam is running down his head to the foreskin, So it looks like a flappy bit of skin at the moment. Master says it will heal itself so he wasn’t concerned with it.

Though today he said he was thinking about what consequence to give me.

I said, it was an accident, you can’t give me a consequence. So I will have to wait and see what happens.

 

Alternative words to cursing.

Alternative words to cursing.

 

As I’ve decided I’m not going to curse when I write my blogs, I’ve chosen the words and decided I will share them with you, so you can understand what I’m talking about. This also means I will remember what I should say each time.

It’s not going to be easy, I’m sure I will slip up occasionally but I will try my hardest to make Daddy proud over this rule as he knows I’m struggling with them. Hopefully this way will help me verbally too.

So here goes, notice all the words are sweetie related.

Daddy sorry for swearing on here, I promise it will be the last time.

 

Fucking hell.              Fudge cake.

Bloody hell.                Bubble gum.

Shit.                            Sherbert.

Crap.                          Crunchie.

Tits.                             Popsicles.

Arse.                           Oreo.

Bugge/bugger off.     Boiled sweets.

God.                            Choccie.

Sod/sod off.                Jelly beans.

Pissed/pissed off.      Cola bottle.

Cock / Dick.                Starbar.

If I think of more words I will add them to the list. But I really hope this works

TMI Tuesday

Hey there! Have fun playing TMI Tuesday.
Why is eating bad food,
like having bad sex?

1. Do you like tattoos? Do you have any tattoos?

Master. No. None.

Daddy. Yes I love tattoos and have some as a form of expression.

PiggyJ. Yes and yes.

Me. Yes I love tattoos. Yes I’ve got a few.
2. How did you pick your online profile name?

Master. I have a serf who’s dirty and I own her.

Daddy. Bike club name.

PiggyJ. It’s what Sir calls me.

Me. Master picked it.
3. What’s one saying you try to live by?

Master. Came to quick for whom.

Daddy. No regrets. One life live it.

PiggyJ. It is what it is.

Me. I will be a good girl.
4. What was the last bad meal you ate? Why was it so awful?

Master. I don’t eat bad meals.

Daddy. Can’t remember.

PiggyJ. Probably Frankie and Bennies coz I’m always bitching and moaning about there.

Me. Chinese few weeks ago, flavouring wasn’t nice and service was slow.
5. When was your last bad sexual encounter? Why was it so awful?

Master. Manho getting too drunk.

Daddy. I’ve never had a bad sexual encounter ever.

PiggyJ. First threesome I had, coz the third person promised the world and didn’t deliver.

Me. Meeting a possible swinging couple at their house for the first time, the house was filthy rotten, the man just perved at me making me feel really uncomfortable. We both felt like we would be just another notch on the bedpost and made me feel like I didn’t want to try swinging again.
Bonus: Tell us something random.

Master. I’m a big fan of blinking.

Daddy. Never eat yellow snow.

PiggyJ. I don’t know the difference between were and where.

Me. I don’t like spicy foods or curry, but I love the crusts of a fresh white loaf with butter and chocolate spread.

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

 

Thursday we went to Blackpool.

Thursday morning Master was doing more jobs on his car. We had until 11am before we had to get ready to go out, so I did some writing, plus gave the dogs their early dinner as they would be alone a long time today, We were leaving at noon to go to Daddy’s, staying there for a few hours before going to Blackpool. There we were going to Coral Island Arcade as it was one of the best, plus there’s a car park just across the road, then drive to Top Chippy, which is the best chip shop in Blackpool but it’s at the other end of town, after the drive through the lights along the promenade.

Every year between September to November Blackpool celebrates the Illuminations, it follows along the promenade for 6 miles, ( 10 km ) as you drive, go on the tram or even go on horse and carriage through the various lights which are above you, and to the side of you there are 3D displays. This celebration began way back in 1879, and is something I as a child have been to many times and still enjoy going now.

So Master and I set off, getting to Daddy’s about 1pm. We had a coffee then Daddy asked if we wanted lunch. He had bought pizzas for everyone and I must admit I felt pretty hungry. Master has had a cold / manflu for 2 weeks and lovingly shared his germs with PiggyJ, so she was feeling a bit rough, my back was really sore so I was feeling very tender, walking was an issue. PiggyJ was naked as we arrived, Daddy wasn’t as he had been out but quickly stripped off when he had made the coffee. He asked why I wasn’t naked, so I told him, Master said not too if my back is too sore. But too be honest, I felt uncomfortable being dressed, it didn’t feel right, plus snuggling with Daddy when it’s not skin on skin isn’t as special. So after we had our pizzas, I stripped off.

 

Master and PiggyJ went upstairs for a rest / snuggle / bit of fun and a snooze. Daddy and I had another coffee then also had a bit of fun. I asked if Daddy would like a blowjob, we weren’t sure if his PA would be sore after the stretching the day before but he said yes. I rolled over onto my tummy, pushed myself towards him so I could reach his cock. But also made my bottom free for playing with my hole or spanking me. We haven’t done this way before, but it’s great fun, so I wanted to see if Daddy would enjoy it too. There was a little finger / hole fun, a little spanking but only gentle. I’m not good at asking Daddy to do things during sex, mainly because in my Master / slave dynamic, I cannot ask for things. I get what I was given, so I now tend to put it in my blog which I know Master, Daddy and PiggyJ all read, as a way of asking Daddy to do things, it’s the only hard thing about having the 2 dynamics, as I’ve been trained to be Master’s slave for 4 years now, certain things are hard to change. So what I really wanted was if Daddy could enjoy it too, during his BJ, was so spank me hard at the same time, if we had toys around, use them to spank me, use the crop or flogger across my shoulders or bottom and legs, put a plug in, then torment it by pushing it in and out. But only if he could enjoy this at the same time whilst I am sucking his cock. If he can’t then I don’t want him to do it. I understand that at times, it’s hard to do 2 things at the same time whilst having an orgasm. I can’t give a handjob plus use the other hand to tickle his balls, I can just about suck his cock and tickle his balls but that’s it. Maser and I have often giggled over my lack of coordination. But now it’s written down, I know Daddy will talk to PiggyJ about this and then talk to me. So we will see how it goes. I was enjoying sucking his cock, able to nibble his head and chew the sides of his girth, but after a while his PA began to tingle uncomfortably, so I stopped for a while. Rolling over again for more snuggling. I wanted to try again in a while. Soon I climbed down between his legs and gently lowered my mouth over and down his cock. I heard him groan deeply as I started sucking, licking, chewing and nibbling his head and gently playing with his PA. His groans and sighs told me he was enjoying it until the ahhs turned to ouches, so I quickly stopped. Asking if it was sore, he said yes, it’s just tingling, a bit painful. So I snuggled back into Daddy, and we kissed for a long long time. He then stood up and told me to lie on the settee, making sure I was comfy first. Then it was time for gentle fun, no squirting, fingers exploring giving me loving orgasms rather than wild, fierce ones I love the best. But Daddy always manages to find my little button, setting it on fire, rubbing it, flicking it, my nerves were burning with deep pleasure as his knuckles also rubbed along my labia. I love hearing my rings clink together, it really turns me on. I wish Daddy was allowed to just rub his cock against my rings, especially since he got his PA but there is a strict no cock to touch pussy or ass rule, even if it’s only to play with the rings. Instead Daddy sat up above me, one hand wanking himself off,  his other hand fingering me, his thumb rubbing my little button, as we both came together. I giggled as there seemed to be a lot of cum today as Daddy grabbed some tissues to clean me up, then he helped me get up. Having another kiss again, we snuggled on the settee, choosing a film to watch, Daddy made another coffee and we sat watching that.

 

When it was finished, we realized it was after 5pm, so Daddy gave Master and PiggyJ a shout, he got dressed whilst I slowly grabbed mine, but he sat on the floor and said Let me dress you. I was about to say No, but he said I dress PiggyJ all the time, so I can dress my other wife. I let Daddy dress me, it felt really nice, Master does dress me when I really can’t, so does E, but my stubborness doesn’t let it happen often. But I did say I would put my boots on, as I’ve learnt the knack of how to put them on easily. Soon Master and PiggyJ came down and Master was getting things in the boot, ready for us to go. As PiggyJ got herself ready she said, “Have you had your tablets ?” “Yes,” I replied. “And what you gonna do if we are walking too fast ?” she asked, “Ask you to slow down.” I said. “Good,” She said. This was so so special, it showed that she had really read my blogs, understood what I was saying but she / they would make sure she / they  were going to look after me. And not in the way where I feel I may have my life taken away from me, just that it showed me they were aware of my disabilities and also aware that I am pigheaded and will push myself too far if I’m enjoying myself. They are reading my face, and are starting to gage how much pain I’m in, this hasn’t taken them long to be honest, so I must show more in my face than I realised.

So we were off to Blackpool, for some fun in the arcades. It took about an hour to get there, found a parking space right across the road from the arcade, so off we went. First to get some cash out for Master and I. I took out £40, £20 each for the arcade. We split up then, Master and PiggyJ went one way, me and Daddy the other. I had emptied out my slummie box, all the loose change you don’t want in your purse, then Daddy had them all changed into 2 pences, put into 2 tubs for us both to carry around, Daddy and I looked for the silly 2p games where you roll the 2p down and hope it falls flat on the shelf then as the shelf moves, it knocks off more 2p’s. So you get more money back plus you won tickets. I seemed to find one game that just kept giving me loads and loads of tickets. I shoved them all in my bag as we moved to other games. I was hurting a bit, but I never said anything as we were all having fun and there was nothing that could be done anyway. We went on a silly ghost train, some things in there did make me jump. Having a giggle when I tried to get out of the carriage, as a nice young man came to help us out. I got my leg stuck, well  I couldn’t get my leg over, until this young man came over, I stumbled a little then giggling I told him, “I couldn’t get my leg over, erm I mean I couldn’t lift my leg out of the carriage.” We all chuckled over my comment, we got a sketch drawn of us both that came out really nicely. I need to copy it for Daddy so he has one. I tried to go on the grab a bear games, I used to be really good at them. This took me back 30 years when we used to go to Blackpool with all our friends, the lads would win as many teddies as they could and give them all to the girls. Some I still have as dog toys. Some my parents still have. But the teddies back then filled the container, all loose and easy to grab, whereas these were not. They were right at the bottom of the box, and I may be too suspicious, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were stuck down. So I never tried again. Instead we worked on winning tickets, with no idea what you could win with them, but I hoped I could get a teddy. When we found Master and PiggyJ, they were playing 2p similar games but instead of winning tickets, you could get keyrings, if they fell with the money. Master always played these, and had a pocket full, so he emptied his pockets, putting them all in my bag, “Sir’s a right gambler when he plays these games isn’t he,” PiggyJ said, I nodded, telling her he always loved these games. Eventually, we spent up, and didn’t want the temptation of getting more cash out. Daddy and I took our tickets to be counted, 750 ! We couldn’t believe it, I think we got a lot from a farming game we began playing. I spotted a Coral Island Pirate teddy fo 650 tickets then used the rest on sweeties for Daddy, PiggyJ and Master. We checked the time and it was 9.30pm, we couldn’t believe it was that late so Master and PiggyJ then counted their tickets and both got a bag of sweets each. Before we headed to the car, I had to buy some Blackpool rock, various flavours for us all, fudge and Kendal mint cake and some fridge magnets. Then we headed for the car, and drove to Top chippy. Daddy and I had fish and chips, Master and PiggyJ I think both had chips on a bun. We were going to sit inside the chip shop but Master said it wasn’t worth me struggling to get out then in again. So Master and PiggyJ got dinner, then Master drove to a parking space along the promenade right in front of the sea. Not that we could see anything coz it was pitch black, though when cars went past we wondered if any of them were going dogging. We munched on our chips, the fish was very nice, we all had drinks so I could take my night time meds as I was in need of some now. Then we all wrapped up, Master lowered the roof of the car and we drove through the lights. This year they were quite good, or I thought they were anyway. The drive through was nice as it wasn’t busy, so we were able to just drive slow enough to see the lights properly, but not stopping and starting then we had a nice drive home, through Lytham, along its promenade, we saw the windmill thats on the front, it looked lovely all lit up. As we headed towards our town, the night was that clear that we could see Blackpool from across the sea, we could see Blackpool Tower clearly, though not the fairground as that was shut. It was a cold in the car but it was nice having the roof down, seeing the stars above us, the moon shining down.

By the time we got home we were all ready for a hot drink. The dogs were very excited to see us but Muffin wasn’t herself. She was panting severely and seemed like something was wrong as she was twitching and not settling. It kinda put a dampener on the evening as it just wasn’t like her. Master and PiggyJ went up to bed, whilst Daddy pumped our airbed up, finding space on the floor, made me realise how little floor space we have. But we just about fit it in, leaving a bit of space around it. We watched a bit of TV in bed then turned it off, It had been a great day but a long one.

Typically, I had a rubbish sleep, hearing Muffin still panting like mad, unsettled still, I woke up at 3am, after going to sleep at 12am. I got up and gave Muffin some ibuprofen, then sat on the settee and read my book. Daddy was still fast asleep, though I think he had a restless night too. I was just getting really worried about Muffin, finally she calmed down enough to fall asleep for a while next to me on the settee. I stayed there until Daddy woke up, then climbed into bed with him. Thankfully Muffin stayed on the settee whilst I snuggled Daddy, Morning kisses and play is such fun, Still gentle fun, my back is still sore, Daddy rubbed my rings, finding my button, he went down on it, sucking, flicking, nibbling it, his tongue deep inside my hole, then as he moved his mouth away, his fingers replaced it, I was spiralling into one orgasm after another, that thumb on my clit is just sensational, he gets me every time. One leg was around his waist, one leg over his shoulder, he seems to like this position as he puts me this way often, but I like it too because I can still watch his face and look at those sexy tattoos on his body. I’ve never been turned on by tattoos until I met Daddy. I liked them, but I could either take them or leave them. Sitting up he used one hand to wank himself, the other to rub my button, though I could still hear my rings clinking. I don’t know why that sound turns me on so much but it does. Soon I bagan to reach my highs again, I heard Daddy groan, he does this funny noise, almost like a yelp but not, when he is close to cumming, I can’t describe it anymore than that, but he’s made this funny noise every time he’s been close to cumming. Then his cum flew across my pussy and tummy. We grinned at each other as he leaned forward to kiss me again before getting up. I made the coffee whilst Daddy folded the blankets and put the pillows in the kitchen, he let the air out of the airbed and folded it up, getting it in the box again. We got the living room back in order again, Muffin began panting and running around, unsettled, then we sat down and put a film on. There was no sound yet from the other 2 upstairs so we enjoyed snuggling together. Soon there were little cries coming from upstairs, a few ouches, laughing, so we gathered they were awake. Master had the Drs at 9am, so I had woken him at 8am. Obviously he decided to wake PiggyJ up so they could have a bit of fun. She then messaged me asking me Where was Sir’s coffee ? I gathered by that he wanted his coffee taking upstairs, so I made a cup of tea for Jayne and took them both up. Master was getting dressed then, so I ended up bringing his coffee downstairs again. I asked PiggyJ if she wanted anything, I could tell she was feeling rough from catching Masters cold / manflu. She asked for some pain meds then I told her to go back to sleep. Master left for the Drs then. Daddy and I continued to watch the film, then Master returned.

We spent the morning watching Scream 2 and 3, BORRRIIINNNNGGGG. So I began to write this blog. Master made us all breakfast which was yummie, I made the drinks, but PiggyJ was looking and feeling pretty rough. I think she wanted to curl up in her own bed and just sleep. After the second Scream, Daddy told PiggyJ it was time to go home. Master had to drive them but I asked if they minded if I stayed home and tidied up, plus keep an eye on Muffin. She had started to calm down so I think she was worked up because we had been out a long time yesterday, then we had visitors staying over, she’s a dog that likes her routine and though she loves Daddy, it’s still not the normal routine. Bless her.

So Master drove them both home, he had bought a camera for their bedroom, so they set it up, Master had connected it to his phone so anytime he wanted, he could call out to PiggyJ or Daddy, or talk to them, watch them or take photos and send us them. I think it’s going to be rather amusing. Now he’s tried this one out, I think he will buy one for ours and their living room. Then I suggested one for the kitchen facing the garden as we all know how much Master likes setting outdoor tasks. These cameras will be fun.

So we had a lovely couple of days as our foursome, fun and games was had by all. We’ve not got another day planned apart from Tuesday when Daddy is coming with me to get my piggy tattoo redone. Keeping me brave as I know it’s gonna hurt like hell as the entire thing needs redoing. Plus I have to watch my language too. So watch this space, see if I can get through it with any potty mouth and hopefully I won’t bleed loads so it has to be done for a third time. I’m not very confident about my not swearing during it if I’m honest, I think I will end up with a punishment. But I will try my best as Daddy is with me, maybe I need to take my gag.

Another trip to Windermere.

Yesterday I had another trip to Windermere, this time it was with Daddy and PiggyJ. Daddy said he’s proud to go out with his 2 wives. I can’t help but grin when I write this coz it just sounds so nice.

Now as they live in the same town where Master works, I went with Master at 6.30am, far too early to be out, but then Daddy was there to pick me up from Masters work at 7.30am, we had to go to the supermarket for a few bits then went back to their house. Their son was still getting ready for school so there was no canoodling until he left. But as Daddy nor PiggyJ asked Master if they could play, we couldn’t do anything, I had asked and he said I could play but as the others hadn’t asked, I could not play with them.

Once their son had left PiggyJ and I had a kiss and hug, I said I wasn’t sure if I should kiss her in front of him so I didn’t. Not that he would probably notice as a typical 11 year old boy. His head is stuck into his phone until it’s time to go. Lol. I’m so glad the school days are over for us  But I had cuddles with Daddy whilst PiggyJ got ready. We were then heading back to near Masters work, to a pub for an all you could eat breakfast. And it was lovely and you could have as much as you wanted.

Then we headed to Windermere, the plan was to go on the same boat trip Daddy and I went on a few weeks before, but I wanted PiggyJ to choose this time, so she saw at the halfway point of the boat trip, you could get a steam train ride following along the southern point of the lake then back again, followed by a trip to the aquarium. We all decided we liked this idea and Daddy ordered the 3 in 1 tickets.

As we arrived at the same car park, we went to the same cafe/children’s play centre, the coffee is always nice in there but we had no room for cake as breakfast was so filling. As always Daddy poured our sugar into our drinks, stirred them before sorting his own drink out. It really is so sweet.

Then we headed to the pier to pick up the tickets and join the queue to get on a very old looking boat. Daddy felt very proud to hold both our hands as we walked along, PiggyJ and I had a few kisses whilst we waited to get on the boat. We walked right to the front of the boat and got a seat there, it was lovely, cold, but lovely. You could clearly see the mountains this time. We tried to imagine if we owned one of the beautiful houses that sat by the lake, or one that was sat huddled amongst trees all secluded. As you come past a biggish island in the lake you could see the top of a house, the island was privately owned, needing their own boats to get them to shore, so we decided that should be our house. Master could have his dungeon all kitted out, it was secluded and sheltered so you could walk around naked for ever, have outdoor fun and games without worrying about the neighbours. It would be perfect.

But it’s not for sale, plus no one was financially able to afford it, though we could only guess it probably cost a few million pounds for the house and island.

It’s nice having silly pipe dreams in your head. If we ever did the lottery you never know, we could find something perfect, if we won. But we would have to start playing it first. Lol.

Off the boat, we headed straight for the steam train, which was just across the pathway. It was difficult getting in, Daddy went first, PiggyJ took my walking stick and helped guide me up the 3 steep steps then I was in. We went into the first empty carriage. It just reminded me of the trains from The Railway Children or Harry Potter, the sliding door, the seats that could take probably 4 people on each side, the steam and whistle. It was very nostalgic.

At one time you went under a tunnel, it went pitch black, the lights had no bulbs in them, so we couldn’t switch them on, but coming out of the tunnel to big rolls of smoke from the engine. It was very pretty and lovely seeing the other part of the lake that you wouldn’t normally see.

We came to a stop, then I presume they were moving the engine to the other side of the train. Then we went off again as we just chatted.

A conversation we had had many times was punishment in a Daddy/little dynamic. I’d been chatting to other Daddy’s on Spanking Tube who said the punishment was as a normal D/s dynamic, so as adults, not thinking that, like for us, my little age was around 8 years old which meant Daddy wouldn’t thrash me with a belt, or punish severely, even though I know it’s what I need and want. But PiggyJ gave her views on it as well, and I think he has now agreed that punishment would be adult based.

So I commented on my potty mouth. Now PiggyJ and Daddy won’t say I’m wrong, they swear a lot, the f bomb comes out, many other words I wouldn’t say but many I would and have, but again Daddy didn’t notice until I owned up. He honestly said he only remembered me saying 1 f bomb, I said along with other words that these days, are just everyday language for most people. So he asked if I wanted this to be a strict punishment. I said Yes, he wouldn’t let me swear so much if we were alone.

Last tripout he threatened to spank me there and then regardless of who was around, I’m not sure if that’s true or not, Master threatens it but doesn’t because he’s worried what people would say, but Daddy doesn’t care about that, so I’m not sure.

But even PiggyJ was saying you needed to be constant with the punishment too, so if she does it again during or after her punishment, then Daddy needed to take the next step until she realises she should not swear at all. I think PiggyJ has got the idea of how I want Daddy to be, but it’s training him, guiding him so it becomes natural for him, and it is working. He has found he has a sadistic side, nowhere near the same extent as Master. But every time we play he’s learning more. I also made a point of what happens if my back plays up. I told them that the only time Master didn’t do an expected punishment was if my back was really really bad.  Then it was only postponed, but if it was bad but not too bad, he may say a different position, like over the bed or lie over the settee rather than OTK or other positions he likes to put me in, Daddy listened carefully and said okay that will work. I assured him I never use it as an excuse not to get the due punishment, my back is a very serious health problem so I would never mess around there. Master and Daddy would be furious if I did that.

PiggyJ spent a while discussing Master, his little tricks to get you in trouble, or his annoying little habits he has. It was good to.know she has got him right immediately, saying she knows when to stop and shut up plus she has learnt from experience what happens if she back chats him.

It was good to discuss how we each felt about it, going from discussing piss play, blood play with Daddy, starting the anal play which is just beginning with her. I was able to advise, listening to her as she trains her gag reflex, she said I know the time will come when anal.plugs will be used and other things.

She’s been watching a lot of our videos, apart from saying I must be mad to enjoy what I do, there were a few things she watched thinking no way, and others thinking I was mad but willing to give it a go. I think she will become a really good sub for Master, well not even become, she is a perfect sub for him, until she throws a temper and is sent to bed. Then it’s welcome to my world.

Once the train took us back again, it was a v v deep step to get down, Daddy went first, taking my stick then I took PiggyJ’s hands to help support me getting down. I must admit that hurt a lot.

We then went on to the aquarium, and there were lots of steps to get upstairs, but PiggyJ said “there’s a lift,” so Daddy said “right we will use that.” I tried telling him that I was capable to walk upstairs, but I got the look, followed by “we are taking the lift,” so I chose not to argue. There was a very small niggle that my independence was being taken away even more but I know that’s not true. It’s the love both Daddy and PiggyJ have for me, for us, to care for me and look after me, and make sure I don’t do stupid things or push myself too far. And they both know I would but if I did, I would get a flare-up, meaning no play, usually meaning punishments for pushing myself too far as well because Daddy is being very strict on that. But I know it’s for the best too. Even if I strop.

But we had a lovely walk through the aquarium, it wasn’t huge, which was good really, as I was beginning to hurt, towards the end you went down the stairs, or in my case, we went down in the lift and you walked under the aquariums, seeing some pretty huge fish. Some names I recognised due to me liking to watch certain fishing programmes that Robson Green presented. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of very nice eye candy during a program, especially if he’s only wearing shorts. HHHMMmmmmmm yummie. Very nice eye candy.

Anyway we finished with the aquarium and had a while to wait for the next boat, so we went to the cafe, had a late lunch/early dinner. But when I asked for a glass of water to take some meds, that’s when Daddy realised I was sore. We sat down and I took them immediately, I think he was a bit annoyed I didn’t tell him, but we were in the aquarium, there was nothing to be done until we left there and I didn’t want to leave early.

We had a very big coffee and a panini each and finished just as the boat arrived. Now where we came out of the cafe, apparently the queue to get on the boat was right around the other side and I really didn’t feel I could walk that far around to get to the end of the queue, so Daddy told a rather brusque harbour man that we would stay there and wait until the end of the queue, and he watched to make sure we did not jump in.

At first we were going to sit inside but Daddy spotted the front outside area was free, though it was very cold, it was also really nice. The fresh air blew away the cobwebs, it was cozy, it felt special, Daddy sat with his girls and how proud was he looking all the time, it just felt right.

On the way back to the car I had to walk slower, I’ve been trying to keep up to Daddy’s paces all the time when really I should just say you will have to walk as if you had a 90 year old wife and go slow, very very very slow. Even my “fast” pace is an 80 year olds pace, but then that’s not fair because my Dad is 84 and still flies around the house. Though I am a little bit quicker than my 84 year old mum. I sat in the front seat on the way home, PiggyJ soon fell asleep, Daddy and I were quiet, but a good peaceful, quiet.

Master was already home when we got home, I made them all drinks and I could tell that Master was going to want some fun with PiggyJ before they left. Eventually Master stood up, held his hand up, so she took it and off they went. Now as Daddy hadn’t asked if we could play, we couldn’t, but to be fair, I think we were both too tired, plus he probably wouldn’t want to play incase it made me more sore. But we enjoyed snuggles, though I had to share him with the dogs, they both wanted to sit on Daddy R’s knee. Funny how the dogs know his name already, I’m getting them to recognise J’s. After a while we heard a sharp slap, we both looked at each other as the slaps continued and sounded painful. “That sounds like a punishment,” Daddy said. “But she’s not earned anything, her slate was clean after her bad one on Saturday.” I said, I must admit, we were both confused. It certainly sounded like a punishment. And it didn’t seem to finish, we heard PiggyJ cry out a few times, then a sharper cry and we both said, “That’s Master biting her, probably where he’s just spanked her.” Then it still carried on.

Eventually they finished and came downstairs, PiggyJ looked like there may have been some tears, or she was fighting them away. We asked if that was play, “Oh no, tell them what you called me.” Master said. “I ermmmm I called him a smart arse. Coz he said something so I just replied smart arse. Then all of a sudden he was up, rummaging through the toy drawer, pulling out the Jokari paddle, he began walloping her hard on her jeans covered ass. Not long after, he just yanked her jeans down, panties too and continued. PiggyJ has begun a healthy eating program and has already lost quite a bit of weight, which was why he was able to just yank them down without needing to unfasten the button or zip. The louder cry was a bite where he was paddling her, but apparently it was only a “small bite”. But this will teach her not to call Master any such names, in jest or in anger as it doesn’t end well for ones backside.

After that, we said our goodbyes, waved them off and left Jayne with a burning bum for her one hours journey home. It’s only Daddy that’s not experienced that Jokari but he’s been a very good boy for Master since that whipping punishment a few weeks ago, but now PiggyJ understands how bad the Jokari was.

We’ve not long until we see them again, actually seeing them tomorrow, (Wednesday), Thursday they are staying over here, and doing something Friday. So a very nice few days ahead planned.

TMI Tuesday, bit late.

Deja vu TMI Tuesday as these questions were originally posted November 18, 2014.


Fill in the blank

1. When I can’t sleep I _____ .

Me. Think that’s a shocker and go downstairs to watch TV and hope I get to snooze on the settee.

Master. Have a wank.

Daddy. Masturbate.

PiggyJ. Get annoyed coz of Daddy’s(Manho as Master calls him)

2. My dream bedroom would be full of _____ .

Me. Dungeon equipment.

Master. Viagra and submissives.

Daddy. Lots of bondage toys, with Little Minxs, PiggyJ and Master.

PiggyJ. Purple stuff.

3. If I could wake up anywhere tomorrow it would be _____ .

Me. Only thing I can think of is, living in the middle of nowhere, in a big old farmhouse with Master, Daddy, Jayne and our kids, with a barn conversion made into a top of the range dungeon/playroom/spare room.

Master. Out of breath and all loved up, under Kelly Brooke, covered in her love spaff.

Daddy. In the mountains.

PiggyJ. In a cottage in Scotland.

4. I need to _____ at night.

Me. Sleep.

Master. Sleep.

Daddy. Plug my phone in and make sure it’s on charge.

PiggyJ. Go for a wee before going to bed

5. _____ would truly be a nightmare.

Me. Living without chocolate, coffee and spanking.

Master. Celibacy.

Daddy. Getting spanked more than 20 times by Master.

PiggyJ. Having no chocolate.

6. Night time is the right time to _____ .

Me. Hope to sleep.

Master. Eat crisps and drink Jack Daniels.

Daddy. Try to sleep.

PiggyJ. Fucking sleep.

Bonus: Briefly tell us about your last dream–erotic or not.

Me. My frequent dream recently is where I’ve broken a serious rule with Daddy, going out when I was told to rest my back. He was furious, had spoken with Master, found out E was out for the evening, so came down on his bike. I was surprised to see him, but his face told me he was v angry. Master I’m just going to speak with Little Minxs upstairs, is that okay ? Master said yes, it was clear that they had had a private conversation. Going upstairs he ordered me to strip, lay face down on the bed. Daddy opened the toy draw, picking out the cane and CPS, taking his belt off, the sound of it turned me on but scared me too. I remember he really thrashed me, using all three, telling me next time i say stay in, you stay in. He gave me aftercare, cuddled me tightly, then told me I had to go to bed, all my electronics were confiscated and early bedtime for 2 weeks. Master already knows, I don’t expect you to do this ever again. Now go to sleep.

Master. Don’t remember dreams at all.

Daddy. Having an arguement at work and me kicking a scooter over.

PiggyJ. Can’t remember dreams.

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Exciting plans for the weekend.

We’ve really exciting plans this weekend whilst E is away having a fantastic time in Portugal with his girlfriend and her family,

Tomorrow is even more special for me, we are going to Blackpool, another car show, all the cars will be parked along the long promenade in front of the tower. The forecast says it will be nice so it should be a good day. But what will make it even better is we get to meet Daddy and J face to face. This will be our first official meet, I’m nervous and so excited to meet Daddy at last. We are going out for lunch and Daddy is taking me to the Build A Bear shop and letting me choose my own teddy, and clothes, I know or hope she can be pink or lilac, with a blingy dress. Then we are going to buy a doo doo, snuggily blanket and sippy cup, I think we are buying 2 of each so we can keep a set in our house and his. Though we need to find a hiding place for them, actually probably put them in our toy drawers.

I want to find some harder maths books for me to do as well.

Then on Thursday Daddy is coming over, he is taking me to the cinema for being a good girl writing that poem for him. He said I can get as many sweeties from the pick and mix as I want and popcorn. But I will be careful not to get too much like I normally do. Not sure what we are watching yet, depends on what’s on, Mission Impossible or The Meg but I don’t think that will be out on Thursday. It will be nice to spend time together, though Daddy said he will be spanking my butt for my potty mouth,

( giggling now, see it works, hehhe : ) hehehe )

Master said “You must feel really comfortable to arrange to meet Daddy on Thursday before we had even met for real,” I said, “It feels like we’ve known them for years, and what you see is what you get, like us. Yes I suppose it could be classed as risky, what if we didn’t gel together ? But my gut tells me it will be fine.” Master is happy for me to go out with Daddy, he can see this dynamic is working for me so he likes seeing me excited about it but both Daddy and I will have to ask permission from Master to go out as he is the Dom for all of us, and he is in charge.

I’m Quackers.

I’m quackers.

There’s been so much happening since our last day of holidays, I’ve not had chance to tell you about what was happening on Monday just gone.

I was finally getting my BDSM duck tattooed on my ass.

I arrived for when it opened at 11 am, J was on his own, and typically there was a problem, his printer had broken on Friday, someone was coming to fix it on Tuesday as it’s only 4 months old. He had printed off various sizes of the duck, hoping one was okay, now I could be insulted but I’m not, when he said “I ermmmm, must have thought…..erm.” “What you mean is you thought my bottom was much much bigger and it isn’t.” I filled the gaps in for him, laughing. “Ermmm yes,” J said, somewhat embarrassed, “So now I have to figure out how to get the picture smaller.”
J began talking to himself, whilst I sat down and waited then a customer came in. She wanted to book in for a baby elephant to be tattooed on her inner arm. Then wanted to book her boyfriend in as well. she was there over 10 minutes, so by the time she left, and he got the right size we had used up nearly an hour. He put it on the blue ink paper, and then put the duck central on my cheek, I checked it out, happy with what I saw. He then needed to prepare the private area, get all the colours needed, all the needles and machines, so I stayed out of the way until it was all sorted. J ran upstairs to retrieve the steps for me then all was set.

He told me which way to lay, I had brought the dogs cushion to lie on, it’s thicker as its actually 2 pillows in one case. Had my handbag with drinks, tablets and most importantly my phone. I’d asked J if I could take photos and he said that was fine. So I got myself comfy whilst J got the final preparations done.

“Right, ready ?” J asked. “As I’ll ever be.” I replied

So we started at 12 pm and finished at 2.50 pm. We chatted about anything and everything. He had told me earlier he had a girl come in last week and wanted her entire cheek to be a red rose, similar to Cheryl Cole’s got on her back. She was in so much pain she called time after 3 hours, but it was just finished, so I was thinking it would be awful. I did take diazepam just before it started, mainly because lying on my tummy isn’t the best for my back, but hey sometimes you need to have pain to get something good.

Once that first second was done, it felt okay, I was coping well, we chatted about family, as he has tattooed our son and his girlfriend so he asked after them. There were only 3 times when it became ouchie, and I think that was only because he was going over areas he had already done a few times. I told him that there were so many people who couldn’t wait for it to be done, that I had a blog and other bloggers were looking forward to it, J said Yes well I have quite a few people wanting to see it too, but I’m not taking a photo until it’s finished. Then I asked What was the most strange or peculiar tattoo he had ever done, he actually said Well yours to be honest, both the girl and duck. I was surprised, You’ve never done a BDSM tattoo for anyone, I asked.  He said No, never. His wife came downstairs to make coffee for us all, she’s an artist and at university taking a art degree, J said, So do you like the duck ? His wife looked at it and said Yes it’s very good. Then she finished the coffees, putting ours where we could reach them easily.
Finally it was over and I can honestly say, it didn’t hurt, or maybe coz my ass is used to getting severe spankings, having the vampire gloves and paddle and Mr Spikey paddle used on me, I was just oblivious to the pain. The next day, sitting down was a bit ouchie but it was all copeable.

So I go back in 3 weeks, once it’s healed, I love it. My only thing I want improving is the vine going down, it needs a lot more swirls to look the same as the others as he did those by hand this time and I’d like a bigger flower near the ducks face.But apart from that, I love it and can’t wait to see the finished tattoo.

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TMI TUESDAY – How are you doing ?

How are you doing? Check yourself by playing this TMI Tuesday.
Free yourself. . .

1. What do you need to learn but won’t admit to?

Don’t really have anything I won’t admit I need to learn about myself. I know I’m terribly stubborn, I try not to point out the negatives before positives as I do tend to do that and I am trying to work on my motor-mouth, saying before thinking. I hate saying sorry, even when I’ve don’t wrong.

Patience. Otherwise I’m perfect.

2. If you could erase one event from your life, which one would you choose? Briefly describe the event, tell us why you would erase it.

That’s an easy one, I’d erase taking my son to the day nursery he went too, erase that I started working there and ended up damaging my back and being unable to work due to this disability. At 34 I was in my prime with work, our son was only 4, Master only 32, then suddenly months on sick leave, my ex-boss was a total bitch because I wasn’t in work, I was an inconvenience, a month in hospital when a epidural went wrong and my boss is phoning Master asking when I was returning to work, she laughed at me when I said I had lost control of my bladder completely and my left leg has a mind of its own, getting even more health issues because of that epidural. She didn’t believe how much pain I was in, it’s just a bad back, like she had and as for losing control of your bladder, well every woman ends up having trickles but this wasn’t trickles, this was full on uncontrollable accidents, anywhere and everywhere, full change of clothes accident, I had no feeling in my bladder at all, my leg went like stone or jelly, I couldn’t do anything with it. All of it 200% worse than your aging body. By then my boys became my carers. But 14 years later I’m much better than I was. But if I could erase it or turn the clock back I would go to this point every time. It changed all our lives, becoming disabled meant I couldn’t do much with our son at the beginning and it gave Master even more stress in his life, our life and family and love life. And I’d still love to punch my ex-boss in the face.

Nothing, everything I’ve done has made me who I am, I might be a different person if I changed one event

3. Who drains your energy, and why do you let it happen?

Oh easy one. Master. He can fuck me for a loonnnggggg time, until I literally can’t move, all my energy gets zapped up. And I walk like John Wayne the next day. Why ? Well why not, I love him fucking me.

But he also drains me because I get so frustrated at times. As he thinks he is always right, there’s no changing his mind, we can “discuss” for hours and he still won’t admit that maybe on that one occasion he is wrong.

Why ? Because I’m stubborn too so won’t let it go and sometimes I want to be right and for Master to agree I’m right for once.

My boss, I work so I can buy toys.

4. Do your practice ‘self-love’ or ‘self-loathing’?

Self-love, I now know I have a big sexy ass and I love that about myself and its possible that others could find me attractive.

Self-loathing, I hate my size, wish I could lose weight, I hate my scar down my tummy but my new tattoo is helping me not see it, as I see the tattoo instead. And lastly I wish I could be taller. But I am who I am so I just get on with it.

Self-love.

5. What must you do daily to keep yourself ‘sane’?

Strangely enough, writing my morning lines. When we had a break from them months ago, I just felt very very lost, it’s my early morning submissive duty, it keeps me sane and remember my submissiveness for the rest of the day.

Cum.

Bonus:  Who do you blame?

No one really, if I had to pick something I’d say my DNA / genes on my mum’s side, because I’m very small, even when dieting I can’t lose weight, like mum, I’ve got terrible veins, nurses can never get blood, the vein just pops and I’ve got her stubbornness and say before thinking mouth which gets me in a lot of trouble.

The government.

Masters answers are in italic.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Results day.

Yesterday was a nervous and stressful day, it was results day for my best friend, L, had the cancer gone? was her swollen armpit something sinister? How is her breast / scar?

Also the memory clinic was coming to see mum and dad, giving mum the results from her latest memory test. Previous results have been 80/100 but the last one fell down to 50/100. I had asked to be there so I could ask questions and also just be another ear to listen to what they said. Now originally when dad gave me the date it was the 5th july. I remember saying, oh I’m glad it’s not on the 4th as I’m going with L to get her results. Anyway, dad said he didn’t want me there as he knew mum wouldn’t be happy about it. Nothing unusual there, but I felt it was important I was there, dad does forget things, doesn’t hear well and won’t speak honestly in front of mum whereas I would. But everytime I asked to be there for these appointments, mum has thrown a fit so dad would tell me not to come. Two weeks ago dad changed his mind and said yes come. Knowing my parents I waited until closer to the date for him to change his mind. They phoned on Monday, supposedly dad had discussed the impending appointment with mum and they would like me to be there, but he then said the date was the 4th, not the 5th. I said you told me the 5th, I remember saying oh thank god it’s not the 4th because I was going with L. He said no it’s the 4th. So I intended to go round early, spend some time with them, then hopefully be there for when the people arrive before I had to go to L’s house.

So yesterday I was getting ready to leave when dad phoned. Mum was hysterical, why were the memory clinic coming again? Why are you coming? I don’t need anyone around to tell me my memory is going. Dad said he mentioned they were coming at breakfast time and that I was coming and she just went mad. What am I forgetting? Write it down so I know, your dad is never happy, I can’t do anymore than I’m doing, I cook, clean, do the laundry, garden, shop, but he’s never happy. In truth mum has done nothing except sleep for a few years now. There was no calming her down, these tantrums are not new, she will throw them to get what she wants and it works. Dad has always given in.

Dad told me not to come. I phoned an hour later to see if things had calmed down but mum was still at it. By this time we got the usual comments, I’m useless, if I’m not doing anything, I may as well be dead, I’m a fucking waste of space. I tried calming her down but she wouldn’t stop her barricade, if I’m that bad, I’d rather be dead, why can’t you just leave my memory alone, you talk about it non-stop.   

I don’t know how dad copes with this, though he is used to these outbursts, but over the last few years, these tantrums have become much worse. In the end dad just put the phone down. In the evening I phoned them again to see what the memory clinic said, mum was still going, anyway they never turned up. Now will they come today, like dad originally told me?

One of the big problems I have is I can’t speak to dad alone, he puts the phone on loudspeaker and always brings mum into the conversation even though she never speaks, I’m going to phone him about 8am today, hopefully mum will be asleep so I can find out just what happened yesterday. The problem is dad still doesn’t get the fact that mums brain just isn’t the same. You can’t ask her opinion, ask what she’s done, you have to think ahead and these days you have to lie so she thinks we’ve discussed it and agreed to it. But dad still sees it as a betrayal, it must be terribly hard for him after over 50 years of marriage he now has to make the decisions for them both. Dad should never have told mum who was coming, or that I was coming. I had planned on popping around to see them and oh I didn’t know anyone was coming today, pretending it was all a surprise. Instead by telling her, she’s had time to throw a tantrum until she got what she wanted, and that was me not going, he doesn’t help the situation. Dad is going to phone the clinic today and find out why they didn’t come, we need help, how do we prevent these tantrums, how do we give her, her meds as she refuses to take them and dad won’t crush them into food as he sees it as deceitful instead of helping. I can only advice dad, it’s up to him to do it, but at what point do I say, you are not helping, and I have to take over. As I can see this happening.

 

But the fantastic news is that L has been given the all clear. The dr said, I like it when I have to say this but get lost, I don’t want to see you again, I don’t want you back here again. Go and start this new chapter of your life, get used to the new you with your breast like it is.It’s a new beginning.

I think we were in shock. Her breast is still swollen, her swollen armpit is just her body healing, getting the radiation out of her body. Her breast is still tender but will go in time, the scar tissue will heal but still feel hard. But he is very happy with the results. She will go for regular mammograms now, if there are any change she feels or sees in her breast, she must phone the cancer clinic immediately, don’t go to your GP first. I said I wanted the phone number and told her mum she must have the number too, just incase we need it for L. So this appointment lasted less than 5 minutes, by the time we were back in the car, I think we were all shocked, in a dazed state of happiness, wanting to cry with relief but no tears would come. We went for dinner on the way home to celebrate. Now she can look ahead, unfortunately this means facing more operations as both knees are giving way again, she thinks one knee will need a full replacement again, and the other she thinks will need a hinge replacement, both big operations. But they are causing so much pain, and getting around physically is becoming hard work. But she’s had these operations before so she knows what to expect.

So that was my day yesterday, a nervous, stressful but happy day.