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Lady Hotchkiss I am certain it is appreciated by those who take a short time to look, or who know You. May I express the hope that I offer sufficient lubency around Superior women. And thank You for saving that word! Perhaps it is disappearing because it is difficult to do, fully. Just one example from Your blog which has left me thinking and pondering and, I hope I can achieve this, considering whether I should be revising my attitude to limits and serving. Your writing on the steel humbler made my heart go faster and things fluttered in my stomach. When You added that it has compression and electrics attachments I had a conflict of emotions between knowing that such a thing exists, that You have one, and I have to confess some anxiety and fear even to think of it. I confess I do not have the experience to understand how that would be administered and the effects. It is the intelligence with which you write, and think, and the SSC context which makes me consider attempting to take further the sort of service I might give. Your account of putting it in the freezer is devilishly incapacitating, You will know I am certain the effect of cold on those male parts and hence the increase in tension achieved. In truth my anxiety of failure in such a situation is real, but it is through accounts such as Yours that I may learn more and become a more appropriate subject at such time I have the honour of serving a Superior woman. Thank you.
My boy and I haven’t had any time to play recently; I am sure you have all noticed! He had to skip his weekly time with Me; work can get SOOOOO get in the way of F U N. He did have sometime later and made himself available. Typically, I will ONLY play with him on the appointed day; but we were both in withdrawals from lack of play . . . and he hadn’t played with ANY of the toys I had gotten at DomCom – that was TWO months ago. No wonder we were jonesing for adrenaline! Read the rest of this entry »
Had SUCH a lovely time with My boy recently! Read his account.
He made a small comment about being stuck on a visual from a ball busting video. HE thought he might “like” it and that I might enjoy it. He was VERY hesitant to mention it; but did. He is a pain slut; but really doesn’t enjoy ball pain at all. He prefers pokey (like a wartenburg wheel) and thuddy paid. Thankfully, he knows it isn’t all about him. Read the rest of this entry »
My boy is having so much fun riding his new motorcycle. As it turns out, when the weather cools off . . . it is RATHER cold when riding. Jeans are no match for 60+ mph! Read the rest of this entry »
From a new friend:
You are the perfect blend of dominance, understanding, & compassion wrapped together with beauty from the inside out. Not to mention that You are a very intelligent, classy Lady. Read the rest of this entry »
This was a week of highs and lows…mostly highs. The low came when i was once more attacked by a bout of self-indulgence, thinking the entire House of HotchKiss revolved around me. Needless to say, LadyHotchKiss was disappointed (once again) and laid down the law to me. There will be no further expressions of self-indulgence. i truly don’t know where this crap comes from. i have been and continue to be secure in my place in the House, i know the role i play and that it is a valued one, i know that HotchKiss values my presence in Her House and in Her life. so why in the world do i keep getting attacked by these seeds of doubt? i do not know. i only know that i must work ever harder to dispel them from my thinking.
Our play session this week sent me into subspace once again, though it was intended more as a catharsis for LadyHotchKiss and not for enjoyment by me. As much as i enjoy bondage, being chained to the table in a fetal position on my back was NOT comfortable. It did however, provide HotchKiss with the access She wished and She used me in some most painful ways. There was some tickling involved to provide contrast to the pain, but there were no “thuddy” implements of the type i prefer in use this week. And of course, the ever-present clothes-pins. i couldn’t decide which was more painful…the pins on my cock and balls or those on my nipples. The nipples start out not so bad and continually get worse and worse. Those on the cock and balls start out bad and then go numb…until they are removed.Mostly just the “stingy” type that hurt like hell. i told Her during the session that if i could remember the intensity of the pain i was going through afterwards that there’d be no way i would return for more. But i never do. i only remember the subspace and the aftercare and the peace that those provide me. i understand that i would do just about anything, endure just about anything, to return to that repose. And She understands it even better than i.
Also this week…there is DomCon, the annual convention of Domina’s (which started as a convention for pro-Dommes only, but has now expanded to include all in the lifestyle.) This will be my first attendance at DomCon and to be in a public venue, serving LadyH is truly a gift. i will be wearing a shirt which identifies me as property of LadyH, which makes it even more thrilling. To top it all off, i am transporting LadyH to DomCon on my motorcycle!! Does life get any better than this?…i don’t think so!!
Recently, I had a problem . . . a new toy was broken during play. As this was a steel reinforced paddle it was rather surprising (it has been replaced by the vendor). The REAL issue was when GentlemanX KEPT saying that it was MY fault! As he is a newbie I explained with patience how Doms don’t break toys . . . s-types do. But, even with patience and repeated explanations; his attitude, joking, and laughing kept him from learning the lesson. Note the mark from the finisher! I did have a great time imparting this lesson with My new matching floggers, cbt, clover clamps, bastinado, and clothespins. I thought the lesson well learned.
I have discussed this topic before and am sure to do so again!
6/14 Sub Drop – KnowmyPlace, boy.
