Love and other catastrophes

London Calling ...

Last weekend was the first few days we have had to relax, take stock, and be "at home" for what feels a long time. We have both been uber busy with work - my job and Kitten's projects - and it's amazing what slips your mind ...

Whilst tidying things up, we found the butterfly vibrator we got at Good Vibrations in Berkeley CA. Hooray!!!!!

We put it aside, then carried on sorting out other stuff.

After a while, one of Kitten's friends called. Seconds later, the butterfly burst into life - we had forgotten I'd set it up to start up when her phone rings - part of a cunning tease we set up many months ago - remember the post?!?!? The person on the other end of the line must have wondered why the call produced such amusement....

Anyway, back to life - we are recuperating nicely at the moment, preparing for the Chanukah/Christmas rush....so long for now !!!

Erotica- Anticlimactic

Mike and I went to Erotica with our friends Alicia and her partner and we all came up with the same conclusion... Well, that was a waste of time, not to mention money. It was a lot smaller than last time, from 265 stalls to 150 and it was put in a huge venue and 20% of the stalls were kinky or had a kink element- and this includes things like gear or equipment (although most of it went to the Porn stars that had their own booths) and the other 70% went to other things like Holiday resorts, getting your teeth whitened, chocolate fondue fountains, getting a massage or my personal favourite- bathroom installations!

To Mike and I, it was just a place for the middle class to feel like they were doing something slightly risqué, but if they wanted that feeling they could have just as well gone to a Harmony on Oxford Street or Coco De Mer... don’t even get me started on that place! All they did was go in and gawk at what kinky stuff there was and get drunk because 10% of the stalls went to booze.

We’ve gone to the last 2 and it seems like it’s been going on a downward spiral... the only reason why we sucked it up and went this time around is because the lovely Burlesque artist Dita Von Teese was performing (and as my friends could tell you, I made it sound like the second coming of Christ). Although her performance was short (5 minutes, if that) and kind of boring, I still loved every second. I could never do what she does and in a martini glass no less!

Aside from the fact that it was a real anticlimactic buzz kill, we had some fun and bought some stuff. Mike and I got a new leather paddle from Quality Control, which is a killer... it’s made of very hard (I’d like to call it stern) leather which is about an inch and a half thick with no give, it’s quite nice but I may take that back.

Seeing how the stuff we got could just as well have been bought online... I think next Erotica, we’ll give it a miss.

And the pumpkin exploded all over my kimono!

For the last couple of days, there has been a mysterious dry reddish puddle under one of the chairs in the table. I clean the house every other day (because I’m a neat freak) and I have never seen this puddle before, not to mention that it’s dry. The first time I cleaned it up and went about my hurricane o’ cleaning but then it came back the next day... dry. I looked all over to see if anything had spilled and nothing; I checked the bag on the chair and nothing. So I cleaned up the mess and left for school.

Now I do admit that I have had a lot on my mind lately... I’m very swamped down with work (I have been working **even at home** for 27 straight days and haven’t had very much sleep) so I may not have done a through check of every place. Later that evening I told Mike about it, which he thought was odd but seeing as though it hadn’t come back we thought nothing of it.

Two days after that, we came home one evening and there it was again! But this time it was fresh and it smelled. Mike picked up the bag to revel that the pumpkin we were going to carve that night had exploded (and must have been there for quite some time, although in my defence the top half was still in tact when I checked it) and the juice was dripping out of the bag and onto my kimono that was underneath. I was going to take it to the dry cleaners but had just forgotten. Dye leaked everywhere and it smelled horribly! So into to the wash it went.

The moral of the story is, well I don’t have one. I was slightly bummed because that was my costume.

Rip it up and start again ...

Kitten,

We have been through some very frantic testing times recently. In order to try and get us back on track, I have devised the following 5 "Household Rules" which I expect you to abide by from now on...

1. You are to wear a collar (which I will choose) in the flat. This is to be worn at all times when
you are indoors. The type of collar will depend on the circumstances - if we are alone, or if we have guests etc) In order to facilitate this, you will find all the collars we have for you - this includes the necklace I bought for you which I have designated as a 'lightweight' collar.

2. You are to make me breakfast at the weekend, whilst I walk the dog. I expect a mug of tea to be waiting when I return.

3. Everynight when we get home and I am walking the dog, you are to go and kneel on the bed and await punishment when I return. The level and length of punishment (and the implement of choice) will depend on how I feel, and how you have been behaving.

4. You are to shave and keep yourself shaven.

5. You shall call me Master at all times when we are indoors, and outside when I command it.

Love,
Master.

Vor??

What is vor in the realm of S/M and bondage? Vor was used in the television show Wire in the Blood and I just want to see how many people come here from the word Vor... instead of Gor. I know this post sounds crazy but will explain shortly.

Faster Pussycat....

We got home this evening quite early. Kitten sat on the sofa, checked the emails and started to check out a new music download website.

I handed her a new CD we got over the weekend, and, as she was sat at the laptop, asked her to add it to my iPod.

She 'ummed' a reply, so I went to walk the dog. When I got back, the CD wa still sat there ... waiting. I asked her again and got another 'hmmm'.

So I walked to the bedroom and got a long length of rope. Nice black thick rope. I then strolled back into the living room and slowly uncoiled it and folded it.

Seeing this, Kitten grabbed the CD and cried out - "I'm doing it now - I got distracted"

I continued to layer the rope until Kitten had copied the CD.

Once she had finished, I ordered her to stand and hold out her hands. She did so and I bound her wrists and then led her to the bedroom, using the remaining length of rope as a leash.

I ordered her onto the bed and onto all fours, then used the leash to tie her to the wrought iron bedstead.

"I'm going to give you a good hand spanking for your delay in copying my CD...."

Kitten complained, so I told her the punishment had just increased.

I then lifted her skirts and gave her a good hard hand spanking. Halfway through the punishment, I told her to stay and left to check the food which was cooking. Upon my return, I noticed the leash had mysteriously come undone...

"I sneezed and it came undone.." Kitten said.

"My knots don't sneeze undone" I told her, "The punishment has just increased by half again".

I then proceeded to complete the full hand spanking, much to Kitten's chagrin, leaving a red hot ass as evidence.

The moral of the story? When a job has to be done, just get it done...

What do you do when you’re in your place?

In our bedroom, we have a window that is the span of the whole wall, from the bottom to top. The bed is positioned neatly against the wall horizontal to the window and the curtains were slightly drawn. We lay in bed, nestled warmly between the duvet, which was drawn to our shoulders.

Mike cuddled up to me as I laid on my side, facing the window. He stroked my shoulders, gently rubbing them, slowly moving down my arm, his hand landed on my breast. He tweaked and squeezed my nipples until they were hard and then he moved on.

Rubbing my belly, advancing towards my cunt but taking his time. Mike always takes his time with me. Pacing himself, he went down to my cunt, which was hidden away by my clasped thighs. Forcing his way in he spread my legs.

“That’s it Kitten.” He growled into my ear. He very tentatively dipped his fingers inside. “Open your legs wider, let them see how wet you are.” I did, although under the covers, you can’t see a thing. Mike began long rhythmic strokes on my already protruding clit.
I bucked under his arm and started to grind into his erection. “That’s it slut, show them, show them what kind of a whore you are.” At that moment, he ripped the covers off of me, my only mode of seclusion and he took it away. There are lights on in these homes; people can see straight into our place, people can see me.

He opened me wider… I was flushed with embarrassment but he just kept on going, working me until I cried out. “Go on Kitten, show them how you come. You know they’re watching, they’re waiting for it.” Fuck me, I cried. “No.” I grit my teeth and grabbed my breast. “That’s it, be a whore, be a whore for them, give them a reason to watch you. Squeeze the orgasm out of you.” And that was it I had it, all he had to do was to tell me to come. I came, screamed until it bounced off the walls. I was filled with a long awaited satisfaction.

That joke isn't funny anymore ...

or "how we are so easily manipulated by people in power"

Two stories in the press have made me realise how close we are to slipping back into the McCarthy era.

The first concerned two British Asian men who had been on holiday to Spain and were sat on the plane home waiting to take off. They were approached by the crew and asked to hand over their passports as a routine security check. They were then asked to leave the plane and were arrested by Spanish Police. Their crime?

To paraphrase the Pogues comment on the Birmingham/Guildford pub bomb suspects, they were Asian in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Apparently their fellow passengers had heard them talking in Arabic, and refused to fly unless they were removed from the plane.

Second story concerns a flight to Mumbai in India, which was returned (with fighter escort) to Schipol and 23 Asian men arrested. Their crime? Talking to each other in "Arabic" when the safety drill was being spoken and exchanging phone numbers.

In both cases, no evidence was found ... of anything!

Think Salem, think the Inquisition, think village ponds and ducking stools .... dammit, think of the Holocaust....

I leave you with a story, which I used to find funny (how dumb they were in the old days!!!), but recent events show how little times have changed....

During the time of the Napoleonic Wars. A French ship was wrecked just of the coast of the headland of Old Hartlepool, England. The only survivor to be washed ashore was a small monkey dressed in a French sailors uniform. The wretched creature had apparently been used for entertainment by the crew of the unfortunate ship.

The people of Hartlepool at the time were largely simple fishing folk and had (probably) never seen a monkey and so they assumed it was a French spy, they promptly took it away for questioning. Unfortunately (for itself) the monkey could neither speak nor understand English and could only gibber agitatedly, which only served to further persuade the locals to the identity of the prisoner as they took this gibbering to be French! Finally the monkey was put on trial, found guilty of spying and of course sentenced to death by hanging. The monkey was finally hung on the fish sands a small stretch of beach below the ancient town wall.

Plus ca change, or "Oooo aaaaaaa ooo"

B'smillah.

Sometimes I think I gotta get away...

The idea of polygamous relationships seem to be in vogue at the moment - the TV series Big Love was shown here, and there was also a series of programmes under the interesting title of "Tainted Love" ... and no, they didn't use the Northern Soul classic as the soundtrack.

What is apparent is that there is an increase in exposure of what has historically been a taboo subject.

Personally, I can't see how polygamy can really work - especially polygamous "marriages".

Call me old-fashioned, but to me a marriage is a partnership built on love, trust, mutual respect and support between two people. If a person wants to take on another partner, then you split up and start again. I've heard it said that a man can "love more than one woman". Well sure, then why get married in the first place...?

It seems to me that it's more like a desire by the male (and, on the whole, polygamous marriages are one man with multiple female partners) to have a stable of woman on tap, with scant regard for the emotional and psychological effects on the women. The uncertainty of when the next "wife" may suddenly appear must be soul destroying for the wife(s), as the husband doesn't see this as being unfaithful - merely extending the family.

One of the the Tainted Love programmes was unusual in that it featured one woman and two men. One of the guys decided to take on another partner, with the agreement of the woman. This sounded and looked hunky dory until the time came for the guy's first date with the new additional partner. Despite being apparently chilled, the woman was SO possessive, intruding on the date, and vetting the new woman - who wasn't impressed and took the relationship no further.

The impression I got was that the dominant partner (whether male or female) felt that polygamy was great - as long as the subbordinate partners don't ever want to try it for themselves...!!!

Anyway - that's my tanners worth.

Watch this space

Well my new found June Cleaver life didn’t last long, I went back to my wicked ways and bleached and dyed my hair back to red. Just a few of the many changes that have happened in the realm of the du Bois camp.

Mike has joined this blog, partially because we don’t really blog much anymore (especially him) because of work and Uni which are starting to mesh together as one entity. With that being said we figured that since we don’t blog a lot, why not just do a joint blog? However I’m noticing that we seem to be posting more frequently then we did on our own separate blogs!

Well, that’s it for now… watch this space, there may be some changes.