Monday, May 15, 2017

In Just One Word...

    First, a belated happy Mother's Day to all of you.  I am wearing my 'grandma' hat this week.  Daughter is back in Europe for a work trip....Here are my answer's to Terps one word meme....

1.   Where is your phone? pocket
2.   Your hair? short
3.   Your dad? missed
4.   Your other half? working
5.   Your favorite food? lobster
6.   Your dream last night? forgotten
7.   Your favorite drink? wine
8.   Fear? loss
9.   Favorite Shoes? sketchers
10. Favorite way to relax? music
11. Your mood? calm
12. I love? family
13. Where were you last night? grand's
14. Something that you aren't? athletic
15. Muffins? Yes!
16. Wish list item? Hawaii
17. Where you grew up? Maine
18. Last thing you did? Walmart
19. What are you wearing right now? clothes
20. Something you hate? unkindness
21. Your pets? cats
22. Friends? many
23. Life? interesting
24. Regrets? some
25. Missing someone? YES!

Have a happy Monday!
hugs abby

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

A "Triple Play" Monday

         I have been trying to decide on font size...this one seems a bit large, but the one I usually use seems to be getting smaller (no comments needed on why:)..what do you all prefer, and any suggestions on others I might use?
    As you all know by now, Mondays in my world are maintenance day.  And usually the first Monday of the month is harder play day...we cancelled it last week, since I had injured my foot and was in pain.  Monday morning Master says to me, we should make this a super Monday, maintenance, harder play and shorten the leash day.  Shorten the leash days happen occasionally and usually mean that I have to ask for permission for everything....eating, getting dressed, bathroom...everything.  I usually get a yes, and sometimes a condition no panties today..or no clothes until I say so.  They certainly remind me of my submission and keep me close to Master, a plus for both of us.
     I spent all day feeling very close to Master, and was in a good 'head space' for maintenance. We were chatting about the day, as I was getting naked, and I sort of hinted that maybe they should happen more often, Master chuckled and said nothing.  After my naked kneeling I was over Master's lap for four sets of 25 with the maintenance paddle.  These are hard spanks, and I always get vocal, when we are done, I am expected to thank Him, both verbally and on my knees, pleasuring Him....:).
       Master gets up and goes to His bag..harder play time.  He takes out, the 'my paddleman' paddle...long and on the heavy side, the acrylic paddle...He made this one and it packs a big punch, the heaviest paddle He has, which we (thankfully) rarely use, and His cane.  I look at His 4 choices, and hear Him say...we have had quite a few all leather play times recently, time for all wood day.  
     I say to Him...1 set of 25 with each for a total of 100..hoping for a yes...and He agrees.  He does ask me to choose the order, and I ask to save the cane for last...figuring my bottom would be very well warmed.  I am told to present my bottom, as He picks up the paddleman paddle.  Twenty-five hard, slow ones, even on a bottom warmed up by maintenance I am being vocal about each one.  The acrylic paddle is next, same routine, only I am getting a little louder.  Next comes the last paddle, Master comments, that we hardly ever use this one...I reserve my comment... the paddling part of harder play is over. 
   Master tells me to stand, hands behind my head.  I am in position, He is ready with the cane, first one is a little high, I move forward and move my hands down.  I quickly get back into position, and the second one is  little higher, I move again, this time asking loudly....please lower....He rubs the welts, and tells me to kneel and present my bottom to Him....third one lands right in the middle of my bottom.  I still ouch, but these are  more bearable.  Twenty-five later, and we are done.  Master is rubbing my bottom, pulls me up into a big bear hug...our triple play day is over...well almost over ;)))!
    Later, when we are snuggling, Master says He has an idea...I am to ask anyone who comments, if they would vote on the idea of every Wed. being a shorten the leash day.  We will count the votes...only each yes or no will be counted....those that are left to me or Him, will not count.  So my future Wednesday's are in your hands.....
hugs abby

Sunday, May 7, 2017

A "Sensational" Play Time

           It has finally stopped raining, but as Leigh said in her comment to my last could be snow. Well guess what were right, it is snowing :(.  Nothing major, but supposed to be enough to cover the ground, with more tomorrow....welcome to May.
         Our most recent play time was all about sensations.  Yes, we started as we always do, with my naked kneeling.  Master covering my eyes, my ears, touching my mouth and moving down to pinch my breast, around to rub my back, reminding that all...every inch...of me is His.
         Master tells me that we are starting with the tens unit....I am smiling, thinking it has been too long.  He starts by attaching the leads to my breast, and reminds me how important it is for me to talk to Him the whole time, letting Him know when I start to feel the sensations, and when they become too much.  As soon as I start to feel the pulse from the machine I let Master know, He slowly continues to increase, until I tell Him it is too much, then He goes down a notch.  It is a steady stream, until Master switches to the pulsing mode, the one I like the least.  He keeps the pulses at a steady level, but increases and decreases the speed, to keep me guessing.
Next is the mode where the sensation increases and decreases at a regular tempo.  I have closed my eyes and am getting loss in the sensation, this is my favorite type of breast play.  Master starts removing the pads, and tells me to spread my legs, leads are changing position...once they are in position I am told to carefully get over His lap and spread my legs.  He goes through the same routine changing up the modes.  He stops and I feel one of the tabs being removed, He somehow puts it on a finger, and uses gets me aroused, using His fingers, and adding the electrical impulses...these are a surprise, and my world becomes these sensations...until the stop, and Master decides we better move on...He has more planned before....
     My little pinwheel is next, and it has been wayyy too long since that has seen the light of day...or a route around my body.  He starts at the bottom of my neck, down my back and my legs, and back up.  He increases His pushing down on the wheel with each circuit.  After a few 'tours' of my body, I am told to turn around, and starts in on my front...adding  circling around, and going up and down my breast.  
        He then tells me to choose a paddle from my bag, I reach over and pull out the paddle ball froggy paddle.  It is very light weight, and Master laughs.  After a couple rounds, He mentions something about feeling like He is swatting at flies, I laugh and say that is why I chose it.  He says, all in the same spot....and He chooses a spot on my left 'cheek' for 25 hard, fast ones.  I am panting, and Master says, next cheek, same thing.  When He is done He says....even this light-weight paddle can leave an impression...I have to agree.
      I am then told to pick out another paddle...and I reach in and out comes the Yankee baseball paddle.  I am not sure how it got in my bag, but Master is smiling, it is heavier than the froggy one.  After a couple sets  Master stops for some lovely rubbing and massaging.  Just as I am getting to the jello point, Master tells me I can choose ... what leather toy I want to finish with.
             I am thinking about my I want to go light, or finish with something more memorable.  My bottom is well-warmed, after that darn Yankee paddle, so I tell Master the large strop.  He has me get up and present my bottom for several delicious sets with the strop.  I am dripping....for my next sensation.
             My next sensation is Master's cock, the texture, the smell the taste, and we end with the sensation of explosions.....and being totally spent.
hugs abby

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Trouble found me...

     or I found it!.....I somehow injured my foot...the top of my foot.  I woke up in the middle of the night, and the top of my foot was in extreme pain.  It was strange as I had not been a klutz or dropped anything on it.  After a couple of hours, I fell asleep, and by Monday morning it was still painful, but much less.  As you all know, Master is not shy about  pain, but when I am having the not so good pain, He is very cautious.  Maintenance was delayed, and I assured Him I would take  it easy, and if it got worse, would let Him know and seek medical help.  Luckily laying low, helped, and by Wednesday morning I was much better.
    I gave Master the good news, and said I would practice walking around the house to see how my foot fared.  And I then spent the rest of the day, doing some walking and getting caught up on things....and ignoring Master.  Lunch time went by, and I realized I had not sent my lunch time text...and decided it was just one day, did not really matter.  Yeah, I know, seems my foot ache, had traveled to my brain and caused a severe brain cramp.
        That afternoon, I hear from update??? no lunch time reminder?? I will see you when I get out of work. My brain recovered fast enough to know the only possible answer was...Yes Sir.  
        Later that afternoon, after I had reassured Master that my foot was much better, and I was still being careful with it, I am kneeling naked, being reminded that all of me is His...sore foot or not.  He informs me that I will be getting my maintenance spanking, that harder play Monday is postponed til the second Monday this month, and that there will be a punishment reminder about keeping close to Him during the day.
     I am over His lap, for a much welcomed had warm-up, as He continues to scold me about the lack of communication.  I have been away wearing my grandma hat for a couple of weeks, so I am owed one and a half maintenance spankings.  We 'pre-paid' part of a maintenance spanking before I left.  Six sets of 25 (with some lovely rubbing between each set), and maintenance is over.
          Master tells me to get up and present my bottom, I am going to get a caning. It is mostly a reminder, but one I will remember.  Master has decided on three sets of 6 on each side...very firm taps.  I manage to stay in position, and become more vocal with each set.  As soon as the last stripe is applied, I thank Him and am told to show Him.
     I am kneeling and sucking, He tells me to rub my stripes on my bottom and continue sucking.  I am fairly good at multi-tasking, but this is a bit of a challenge.  The sensory over-load is causing quite a reaction, as I am also feeling my wetness, drip down my legs.  Master pulls me up and over Him, and we continue to pleasure each other, and then snuggle in for some recovery time.
       Hope you all are having a good week...we are thinking of building some arks around here...rain, rain, and more rain.
hugs abby

Sunday, April 30, 2017


      I returned home yesterday, after a week at my son's and then going directly to my daughter's.  We celebrated Easter and a 5 year old birthday and had lots of fun.  It was just the grands and grandma at my daughter's and we made the most of it...LOL!  We only had ice cream for dinner once, and in remembrance of my mom, for breakfast once:).  I was one tired, but smiling, grandma by yesterday.
        While I was away the Yanks (Master's team, no I did not know this before I met him), and the Red Sox (my life long team), met for their first series of the season.  Master and I often wager on the outcomes, adding some fun to our "rivalry".  I was in Boston when the games were played, and the girls were on spring break.  I was busy every day, and totally forgot that Master had mentioned the games were coming up and I should decide the conditions for our bet.
      The first game had started, when Master asked me why we were not wagering on the game.  I told Him, I totally forgot, I was not even watching the game.  He was not exactly pleased, but did agree that we could wager on the 2nd and 3rd games, and I should let Him know soon what I came up with.
      We have been 'wagering' on the games for a while, now, and I was thinking I wanted something a little different.  Usually we add the final score or the runs and add what 'toy' would be used.  As I was thinking about it, I decided that instead of a spanking being the result....if my boys won,  Master would use my little wheelie thingy on me.  If  the damn Yanks won Master would get a blow job.  The length of the reward would be decided by the number of runs scored.  We would add the total score, multiply by two, and that would be the number of minutes, with a minimum of 10 minutes.  Master received His 10 minute reward this afternoon.
   For the last game, total score times 10...minimum of 50.  If my boys won, the flogger would be used, if my boys let me down, Master could choose the paddle that would be used.  After I finished sucking Master's cock, I then was spanked 50 times with his 'My Paddleman' paddle.  He was nice enough to start with a hand warm-up, since it had been over 2 weeks since my last spanking. The spanks were slow, but hard. 
    Once the bet was paid off, we found other activities to catch up on, needing quiet a few permissions:).  Master then reminded me that tomorrow is 'maintenance Monday'.  I let out a small groan, and then He continues, and I believe it is the first Monday of the month.  I look at Him and groan much louder....harder play Monday.  
    I am going to start catching up on what all of you have been up to...
hugs abby

Thursday, April 13, 2017

An Empty the Toy Bag Afternoon...

             I am ready to leave tomorrow, first to my son's for a 5 year old birthday party on Saturday.  On Sunday some of my nieces and nephews and their families will be joining us...and we will have a 1,2,3,4,5,6, and 7 year old hunting for eggs.  I will be helping with the two grands during their spring break.  From there I will go to my daughter's...she and hubby are taking an adult vacation, so I get to enjoy the other 2 grands for a week.
            After my kneeling time, I am over Master's lap for a lovely hand warm-up.  I mention to Master that it seems I will be 'owed' 3 maintenance spankings by the time I return.  He agrees, I then ask if we could have some of that in advance, something to take with me....and make look forward to return without having to face 3 maintenance spankings.  He asks what I had in mind, I say half.  He is surprised...was expecting I would say one of the maintenance spankings (100 spanks).  Master says, 150,  you are thinking outside of the box.  But he agrees, to my request, so I am getting a spanking with 150 with the maintenance paddle.  Six sets of 25, with breaks for rubbing and some kneeling and sucking by me for Master.
       When we are done, Master says we are going to empty the toy bag....25 with each item in the bag.  He says He will start with the 'toys' that I can be over his knee for and alternate wood and leather.  After another 'break', Master has me present my bottom.  Time for the larger and heavier 'toys'.  There are an assortment of leather straps and belts, and several heavier paddles.   When He gets to the crop, He has me spread my legs, and aims between them.
             The last two are the whip, and finally the large flogger, my favorite!  The bag is finally empty, and my bottom is red hot.  Time to heat up the rest of us... later, as we are quietly chatting, Master tells me to count the 'toys' as I am picking them up and putting them back in his bag.  I guess 25, He guesses 20.  There were 24....times 25 spanks each, yes a LOT of spanks!  
           Happy Easter all....
hugs abby

Monday, April 10, 2017

All of Me....

    I was able to walk outside this morning with a short sleeved shirt:)!  I came home and celebrated by cleaning out my closet of winter sweaters and slacks...and moving the summer things back in. Which probably means there will be more snow....
    Master asks me often which part of you belongs to me...sometimes it is a reminder, sometimes He just wants to hear it.  This time, it is with a crop nearby....all of me, the butterflies start in as I am trying to anticipate...all of me. After my naked kneeling, Master has me over his lap.  I am anticipating his had, when I feel something hard and cool.  After a few spanks, I look back and see the hair brush.  I ask about a warm up, so he turns it over and uses the soft bristle side from the tips of my toes all the way up to my neck, stopping at certain interesting spots...a few times.  Not what I was expecting, but very nice and welcomed.  He does return to the harder side of the brush, but I am more ready this time.
      He then gets his 'helping hand' crop out...then end of it looks like an open hand.  He is smiling as he reminds me...all of you.  He starts his 'route' by traveling up and down my legs, increasing the intensity a bit each time.  He then starts to pat my back....telling me it is a massage.  I laugh and say, hmmmm never seen a crop at a spa, this must be a specialized spa.  He assures me it is.  
    I am then told to sit up and spread my legs.  He goes up the inside of me legs and continues between them.  I start to tense, as he tells me to relax....I always want to answer back...let's switch positions and you relax...but I nod my head and take a deep breath. I do complain a bit, but that just leads to Him 'checking' and telling me that there is evidence that I am enjoying this.  
    He then travels up to my breast, going lightly, at least at first.  He uses his hands and mouth to soothe them, my favorite part.  Master then tells me it is time for my tattoo. I look at him, confused.....he tells me kneel over the end of the sofa.  He rubs the side of my thigh and asks if I ready?  I know this is going to hurt, so I say Yes Sir, he continues to rub, asking if I am sure.  I nod, and after another minute, I say, just do it...and He does.  I have a 'tattoo' that blossoms....Master is rubbing it as I flinch, but soon the pain is rubbed away, and I get a look of my reminder....all of me.
Hugs abby