Collar made by DerAlbinoArffe on Etsy
Hello to those that still read my musings! I am still here. I simply took some time off of blogging to work out the "kinks" so to speak with Sir, who is still a relatively new Dom who needed to seek out and obtain some advice from more experienced Masters. All is well here.
At the risk of being deemed one with a Velcro collar, W/we took some time and found a seller of beautiful leather collars that could and did make me a collar that would not cause skin reactions. Those allergies are what has caused me to frequently change collars, as the one Sir first gave me(which I still love in spite of the reaction) wound up giving me an unsightly rash. The above is the simple, yet sturdy collar that now adorns my neck. I love the way it feels. there is such a difference between metal and leather. It feels, to me with the leather, that I always have Sir's hand in a protective gesture around my throat. A feeling I find very comforting...So much so, in fact, that I am loathe to remove it when I am sent to bed.
W/we will be purchasing one of Lady Mockingbird's collars in the near future Yay tax refund! as my final and permanent collar.
Speaking of that lovely little government refund, Sir is also deciding if He wants to get a tattoo sleeve done of all of his favorite horror movies and if He will allow me to finally get the chest piece I have been designing for over a year. My tiny net book finally got the boot, as the screen was cracked, and Sir went to Rent A Center on a whim to procure me a new one. I am now happily typing on a Sony Vaios laptop. I just had to throw that little tidbit in there. I bounced around joyfully when He came in with it and have been trying to learn every nuance of the Windows 8 operating system ever since.
Things here have slowly been moving into the dynamic that W/we both crave. I now have rules and boundaries set into place.
Such as: I may not eat until Sir has taken the first bite of His food. When out, I may not order or speak to the wait staff unless it is to say thank you with my eyes lowered. When Sir returns home from work I am to greet Him at the door with a Red Bull(or Rum and Coke if it's Friday) and a fresh cigarette with my head bowed until He kisses the top of my head.
He is still working on some ways to punish me more immediately than once a week for my transgressions(Punishments, not Funishments ;) ). I know on the more severe end will be being forced to sleep on the floor with a thin blanket instead of in bed with Him. On the lighter end will be devil's hot sauce on the tongue if I am mouthy, corner time or taking away my favorite show on TV(Grey's Anatomy, in case you wondered). I am enjoying the structure of it all and how close Sir and I have become on this journey. I know there is still so much to explore and ever still many ways He will surprise me.
Speaking of being surprised, Sir informed me that he brought us out of the kinky closet so to speak, to His mother. Apparently she took it well. He only gave her the bare bones of it all, but she listened quietly and seemed to be taking mental notes. So far only her and a select few friends know of our dynamic. W/we are very discreet. Still, it is nice to know at least one family member either made no, or kept her judgements to herself. I know this post is a bit disjointed. I promise I will be writing again soon, with better formed thoughts and maybe a recount of a sexy scene or two.
Until then,
xoxo bliss- his little lolita<3
