My winning session!

    Master is, among other things, a good sport....
    He sent me a text early yesterday..woke me up....asking about the game. He fell asleep when it went into extra innings. I gladly sent Him the results!  When I saw Him yesterday He had His bag open and was ready to go. I told Him I did not expect the complete bag..but He is always full of surprises.


    As soon as I was naked the cuffs came out...wrists, then ankles. So nice, so calming, so submissive......As soon as I was kneeling, Master clipped the 2 cuffs together., behind me. I was surprised, He chuckled. " Now You don't have to worry about moving  your hands while I abuse your breast".  I was sorta thankful! After He was done with the breast play, I was allowed to get up. Only I had to ask to have the clip removed...it was.


   Then it was over Master's lap, with a reminder that it was M&M day also. After a few spanks with His hand, He reached into His bag and took out....the leather paddle...HURRAH! He gave me 100 spanks with it, since 100 seems to be the number for maintenance lately, but He could have gone for 200, it was so nice, and that paddle does not get nearly enough use. When He was done, He said that He was worried that was not enough maintenance to keep me out of trouble. I disagreed, but He told me to reach into His bag and take out the large, heavy, wooden paddle.


    I hesitated, thinking, NO, but only for a few seconds, reached in, found the darn thing...it is hard to miss, and handed it to Him. He said maintenance needs to be a deterrent, so He was going to give me 10 hard ones with the paddle, and I was to count and thank Him after each one. He waited for my Yes Sir, and then started. My bottom was warmed up, but they HURT.
We got to 5 and He kindly stopped and gave me a short rub, and reminded me 5 more harder ones. He had been going slowly, but He sped these up til He got to 9 and stopped. I know the last one is always the hardest and I hate waiting for it. I waited quietly and felt a slight tap, I waited a second, confused, and quickly quietly said 10, thank-you Sir? He chuckled and said I better prove to Him that he spanked me hard enough by having a good week!


    Master then asked if I had remembered my 'little wheel'. I sure had! Master started with slow light paths from my neck down to my legs.  As He reached my bottom, He would veer off to  other interesting spots. He added a little pressure to each pass wondering when the pleasure would change to pain....it did become a little uncomfortable, but never painful. He finished with trying to leave me with 6 stripes across my bottom. 


   Master had 'checked' me after the leather paddle and found my quite wet and ready. After the large paddle, I was not quite as ready....... He soon remedied that, and as we were chatting I suddenly know I could no longer wait and needed a permission. It was granted and when I was done, Master said....." Either that was one very long orgasm, or I could not count fast enough".
Either way, I was sated and spent.


    Then it was kneeling between His knees, hugging, chatting and thanking Him. We are both going away in different directions next week, we talked about ways to keep me focused, I will be away for a couple weeks.  


    Hope you are all having a good week..


   hugs, abby

A wager and a list

     Some of you might remember Master is a Yankees fan, and I am a lifelong Red Sox fan. Luckily baseball did not get discussed during our first few meetings. Often when they play we end up making a 'friendly' wager. On Friday the Yanks won :(, but the Sox rallied to win on Saturday :). Series tied, I asked Master if He wanted to place a bet on the deciding game. He agreed and asked for the terms.


     It is up to me to set terms...or winnings...for both sides. Master feels He can always get what He wants, so I am the one to decide what He will get if he wins....I think He likes to see me squirm while I try to come up something acceptable to both of us! If the Sox won, I wanted some time with wrist and ankle cuffs...Master has these wonderful cuffs...leather of course, but with a furry soft lining on the inside. Just having Him put them on me, sends directly to the submissive zone. I added some play with my wheelie thingy (Wartenberg wheel). If you don't have one, they are inexpensive and the sensations it creates and awesome! At first I told Master, if he won, I don't get my cuffs and wheel....He said try again. I offered to cum for Him every day this week, I know that sounds like a win-win to most of you, and it sort of is, every day in a week is a big stretch for me. My boys did not disappoint, it took extra innings, but  later today I will be wearing cuffs!


    For the past two weeks, Master and I have been discussing an A B C list of BDSM activities.
It's been fun, and I had to write up a list for Master.   Fondler's  Anon @ http://fondles.blogspot.com/ asked me to share my list.  I have added a few comments, and some of these are a stretch.....


A...anal, A frame....Master seems stuck on the anal at this time
B...bondage, breast bondage for double points! 
C...crotch rope, knot...there have been a few blogs on this lately, might be a careful what you          
                                      for!
D...discipline, double tail whip...although 1 tail is plenty!
E...erotic spanking...sure beats enema!
F...flogging...my all time always favorite
G...gag...Master has never used one, I am usually quiet, not on my want to try list.
H...hot oil....hmmmmm
I...ice play...BRRRR
J...japenese bondage...looks beautiful...time intensive
K...knife play...."edgy"....
L...leather, limits
M...maintenance...or M&M in my case
N...needle play...interesting, but not my cup of tea
O...orgasm control...
P...power exchange
Q...quirt, not tried one yet
R...riding crop....can reach into the most interesting places and is made of leather:)
S...sensation play, sub space
T...tens, ticklers
U...uniform play, as in role playing,,,,this one was a stretch
V...vibrating egg...I am very intrigued by this one
W..of course my Wartenberg wheel, also wax play
X...X-frame
Y...yoke, Master actually as made one of these, clumsy and heavy, but effective.
Z...zip strip or line,,,,using clothes pin as clamps and hooking the together so they come off 
     quickly in a series....would like to see it done, but not be the one having it done!


Any good additions??

hugs abby

I admit it ...I am addicted...

     to the OLYMPICS!!!! I love all of it, learning about the competitors, the opening ceremony...which I am now watching, the events, the medal awards....since as far back as I can remember...addicted!


    I loss 1 1/2 pounds this week....I was very happy. I went out a couple times to eat with friends, but I was careful, and it paid off. Master was also pleased, I am 4 1/2 pounds away from my next goal.


   Master let me know yesterday that He wanted me to bring a complete ABC list with me this afternoon.  I was happy to do it...replacing enema with erotic spanking!  We went over the list, and I am hoping we get to check some of the items off....some of them I am not so excited about, but we will see.


   As usual, our play time started with me kneeling. Today, Master decided just to lightly tease my nipples. Barely touching them, lightly circling them, using His fingertips, all the while telling me to feel the lightning bolts, to concentrate on what was happening to my pussy, and I was soon squirming! Master is a talker, He is rarely quiet during play time....and just His voice gets me wet and ready.


     When I walked in I saw a cane in the room....I gave Him the look that says...you've got to be kidding. He says it is not heavy wood, much lighter. Not a heavy thud , like a strap, much lighter. 
I remind Him that yes those a true, but its potential is much to be feared. Master says it has a bad reputation....


      Since I have been a 'good girl' I am invited over His lap for a long hand spanking...my favorite start to any spanking. As Master continues to spank we chat a bit, and then I settle in and relax and enjoy.  Master then tucks me in closer and the spanking is going to become more intense. He is still using His hand and I have been warmed up, so I am just enjoying the feel of His hand.


      Master then tells me to choose something made of leather from my bag. It takes me a while to find the tawse, but I finally find it. Master has me get up and lean over the ottoman, bottom up high and I feel a swat on my back. I move a little,,,Master chuckles...surprised? I was , but I settle in as He goes up and down my back. Master often uses His flogger this way....which we have not used in forever.....and I love it....all the stress is just pushed out.


     After a bit Master announces 50 on each side of my bottom. He starts on my left side and since I have had a great warm-up, I am breathing through all of them without much difficulty. Master switches sides, and it feel harder, after 40 Master decides to go back to the original side, so we end on a good note.


   Master then picks up the cane. He gives me 6 on each side... this is where my love/ hate the cane comes into play. My bottom was warmed up nicely, I was relaxed, and I knew it was going to be 6 on each side.....it can be quite a delicious sting.


    Master checked me after each spanking, hand, tawse and cane. He chuckled as He said....you are such a pain slut....I always try to deny it, but He gets His proof.  Master has me bend my head and arch my back....it takes a while to get me in the position He wants...I almost remind Him...I am not  a 'young-un'. Finally He is satisfied, and He is filling my pussy and I can barely hear Him telling me to stay in position. I manage to stay until I start to explode and then I just collapse, while the explosions continue. Finally I am spent, Master is next to me and we are recovering, chatting. Master brings up the "A" word...He is not finished with it, He plans on stretching me ....I shake me head no...He laughs and tells me not to worry...it is out of my hands. He gets to decide...isn't that freeing?  Besides, He proved last time, that my mind and body do not always agree....


   Hope you all have a fun weekend....I will be cheering on the Olympians!


  hugs abby


    


    

"A" Day

         You were all correct, I was not bored last Friday...tired but no not bored! LOL


         I stayed the same over the weekend, I am always happier about that than Master is, but He is satisfied with the result. 


        Today is our M&M day.. maintenance Monday. It was HOT here, and Master and I were both dragging a bit by the end of the day. I thought maybe we should wait a day, but Master was not deterred...He assured me I would be feeling more heat...


        As soon as I was naked and kneeling and Master was touching all of me, I started to relax. Master calls this our "just for Us" time, and after a long or hot day or trying day, it is such a nice spot to go to.  Of course He finished with some nipple play making me squirm just a little.


       Then it is over His lap. Master reminds me that maintenance is a deterrent to punishment, and therefore has to be hard enough for me to want to avoid anything harder. I hate to admit it, but it seems to be working....any major punishment, which takes place in the basement, has not happened in a long time. Hope I did not just jinx myself...YIKES!


      Master starts off fairly lightly with the hair brush, but I am struggling from the start. Master stops to ask what the problem is, I say it just hurts more than normal. He tells me I need to get into the right head space and accept the spanking. He starts in another set, much harder and I am really trying, but I am tense, and trying to avoid that brush and ouching. Master stops and says, "Thank Me"....I hesitate, and mumble my thanks. Master repeats that I still have not accepted this spanking, I need to relax (love it when He is about to spank me  hard, and His advice is ...relax)...and accept, and He expects me to Thank Him with no prodding and a sincere tone to my voice. He doesn't expect much does He? Geesh! If I don't succeed He will repeat until I do. He does know how to give a gal incentive!


   I manage to relax and accept the spanking. It seems to be longer than I expected, and He ends with a hard 10 stokes all on one side, then the other. I thank Him, and He replies with..."good girl".  That was 100 stokes, hard ones, and you accepted them.


  Master is then letting His hands roam and just as I am really relaxing He tells me to get my bag. One of my rules is I have  my "toy" bag ready whenever we meet.  I hand Him the bag He tells me to get back over His lap. He is digging in it, mumbling about too much stuff and finally finds what he is looking for...I try to look back and see, but cannot.


  Soon I am feeling a wet sensation....lube. A ..anal..day. He has my medium plug and He is going to insert it. I tense, and He tells me , it will be easier if I relax, He is going to  put it in.
I take a deep breath and actually it is easier than I remember. It has been a while since we have played this way

  Master then hand spanks a bit, and keeping a thumb on the plug, reaches to play with my pussy. We are chatting a bit, but I soon lose interest in chatting, the heat index has increased!
The feeling of being "full" is actually a nice sensation, and I am soon asking for a permission. 
It is granted and I am off to where the fireworks explode. As I start to calm Master is talking and rubbing and starts to just play with my bottom. He asks how it feels, I bury my head and say, ..pretty good...He chuckles..I should have you repeat that...but I did hear it.  He continues and asks if I might cum again, just from this stimulation. I doubt it, but Master has other ideas, and I end up asking for another permission, which He gladly and smugly grants.


    Then it is between Master's legs, to let Him know how much I enjoyed "A" day. We talk about what happened, how I am feeling, and Master says "A" day will be more than one day.  


    When I start to get dressed Master comments on my underwear....He notices when I wear my usual "grandma" ones, and when I wear my "please Master ones". I replied that since He has been so good to me lately I have decided to wear only my "sexy" ones for Him. He smiles and says, I should stop completely with the "grandma" ones, since I really do belong to Him all the time. I agree, and say I will start to replace and get rid of the grandma ones.  


     Hope you are all staying cool...have a good week!


    hugs abby 


      

Are You Bored Yet???

The title is not of my choosing. it was a question that Master asked me this afternoon, and then said it should be the title of my blog entry on our time. I won't give a way my answer, but after reading about how we spent our time, I will let you decide!




     I lost 1 pound, Master was very pleased ( He did remind me that I have 6 more to go). As I was kneeling for Him, Master was tweaking and pulling my nipples, reminding me not to concentrate on my nipples, but on my pussy, which was probably getting moist.  Then He asks if I have my assignment for Him. Oh no...I forgot! Yesterday Master had asked me what I was reading. I replied a book about a couple who decided to plan their BDSM activities by the alphabet. One letter a week....a being anal and b was bondage..etc.

     Master was intrigued and told me to make my own alphabet of activities. I had plans for most of the day, so He told me to have at least the first 5 letters for Him today. I had started the list, but did not bring it. As I was trying to remember what was on the list, Master has me go over his knee and He has the hair brush in His hand....to help me to remember. He asks about A...I say it's an activity I am not comfortable with. The hair brush starts in...that was not the question. Say the word. Anal...we have played a little in that area, but not much. We get to B and I remember..bondage. We have had lots of fun with that. We get to E and I am squirming. I say I am not sure about that one. The hair brush flies again....I finally say enema....


    Master decided we should go through the whole alphabet, and I must say whenever I got stuck, after the hairbrush landed a few times, Master was quite creative! It turned out to be fun, we laughed, we talked about new activities, remembered others fondly. All the while Master was doing some light spanking, some rubbing, some scratching, and some probing. Yes, we occasionally had to stop so I could catch my breath, and re-gain my focus!


   Then Master asked me what type of spanking I needed today. I stuttered....I hate that decision. Too little and He calls me on it....more than He planned and I am not happy. Master finally says....I can hear that conversation in your head...and I swear He can! We decided on a medium...certainly not as harsh as maintenance, but leaving my with a very warm tush.


   I am then told to kneel between His legs, and practice my oral skills. I have been getting lots better, and I understand why it is a favorite submissive activity. Master is pleased and soon is telling me to turn around, head down and bottom up. In Master's words, He is giving me a good f********! He succeeds.


   I collapse on the rug, and before I know what is happening I am on my back and Master is lifting my legs, and telling me to hold them up. I struggle a bit, and the word 'no' slips out of my mouth. He says.....yes...and is lifting my legs over his shoulders, and I am lost to the world. I honestly only know that sensations filled me and the next thing I know I am laying flat and Master is looming atop of me. After I catch my breath Master asks....are you bored yet? 


     So, what do you think, am I suffering from boredom???


     Hugs abby

Hi all...


 I am attempting to increase my computer abilities....my kids would be rolling on the floor laughing about now.....


Thanks to 'Fondlers Anonymous' at  Fondles.blogspot.com I think I may have just done it!!!!!!! WHOOPY!!!!!!!


I can now link to other sites.....


Next on my list is a blog roll....wish me luck....


hugs..abby

Pooky's pop quiz

Pooky has posted this on her blog and invites all to join!



A little survey if you will...


1. Have you read 50 Shades of Grey? Have you read all of them?
  yes and yes.


2. Have you read any other spanking fiction?
    Lots


3. Did you start reading them before or after the 50 Shades?
    Way before


4. Where do you find your find the best books? ie; Amazon, Blushing Books, Lulu, ect.
    Any place I can get them. I used to think kindle's were a waste....but my sis gave me one...and, I admit I
    love it!


5. Have you ever written any spanking fiction?
    Hmmm...a long time ago....a couple very short ones.


6. Do you follow Pk's Fantasy Fridays? Have you ever written for her?
    She is my first stop every Friday. I love all the great writers she finds. No

7. Have you Read Clint's Bootcamp Book? Did you participate in it after you purchased it?
    No


8. Are you a reader in Real life? How serious?
    Yes, since forever!  I joined a book club to widen my reading tastes when I retired, love it!


9. Do you generally purchase your reading material, check it out at the library, or borrow from a friend.
    All of the above!


10. Are you more likely to leave a review if you loved the book or hated it?
     If I love it I will let everyone know....if I don't I am honest if asked.



 

 

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Master's idea of a 'fireside chat'

    No, we did not have a roaring fire in the fireplace, not even a fireplace. It is HOT outside, but all of the heat this morning was coming from me...from a couple spots. Master called it our fireside chat...One of the things I love about Him is His sense of humor and the way He uses words...guess that is 2 things.


    Today was M/M day...maintenance Monday. It's been a while, I was away and Master welcomed me back with a wonderful reconnect time using only His hand...I knew Master would make a point with maintenance, His view...a deterrent to punishment...a hard spanking that will make me think before I earn a  harder one. 


   In spite of being away, and then having the house full, I only gained 1 pound, and loss almost 1/2 of that over the weekend. Master was pleased, but also reminded me that it was time to get back to business. He wants me to get to my next goal by the end of summer, that will mean averaging about 1 pound a week. It is doable, I just have to get back to my diet head space and routine. My wii reminded me this morning that it had been 27 days since our last meeting...it is so nice to be missed!


   As i knelt for Master, He was enjoying reminding me that my nipples are His. He informed me that maintenance today would be with the hair brush....and He planned for it to be a spanking I would remember for a while. I am not found of the hair brush, unless the bristle side is being used....


   Too soon, it was time...over His knee. He did give me a warm up....with the brush, but it was light and not uncomfortable. He reminded me it had been a long time since I have had a hard spanking, so I better get ready. He stopped and rubbed and then started in.  He also gave me a new rule, no cumming during maintenance....hmmm...not even during the warm-up. Not sure I ever could, although lately cumming just from a spanking has happened.


   He was spanking hard, it had been a long time, and I was trying to stay still and breathe and not complain. I succeeded with the breathing part. I was not counting, but it was a long set, and and hard one....I even heard myself say ...enough, please stop...which I have not done in a while. Of course, it never works. He was nice enough to rub, and help me to calm down.
I said, 'boy am I glad that is over'....He chuckled....it was worth a try.


   Second set was harder and longer, to the point where I almost got loss in the pain, it was all that existed. I honestly did not think He would ever stop, I was not thinking clearly enough to say anything coherent, I guess, I just submitted. He finally stopped...and just as I was taking a deep breath...I hear...20 more harder ones. He gives me 10 all on the same side, I am not sure I can stay put for the other side, but I do, and it is finally over....a very long, painful, maintenance spanking....a true deterrent.


   Master then lets His fingers roam, and I hear another chuckle....part of you was enjoying that...I would deny it, but He seems to have the proof. We talked a bit about the pain/pleasure syndrome...I used to know that pain was pain and pleasure was pleasure, they each had their own definition...now not so much. As much as I don't understand the connection, I know for me, it is there, and luckily, I have someone who loves that it is there.


   To  prove that at least part of me, enjoyed that darn hair brush, Master keeps his fingers busy and I am soon asking for permission. He replies,,,,,Yes....and has me loss in the pleasure of several orgasms.....much nicer than being loss in the pain :)


  I am sitting on a very tingly bottom tonight, I do love it when the effects of a spanking do stay with me for a while.


hugs abby


     

trying to catch up!

Hi, in case you have forgotten, I am abby. I am back and trying to catch up on all of you. I had hoped to drop in while my family was visiting, but keeping up with 4 under the age of 4....left me just want to go to bed at night! We had loads of fun, went someplace special just about every day, and shared lots of laughs! I saw my grandson take his first steps! The 2 oldest did not want to leave grandma's, and I was sad to see them go, but I was ready for some quiet time.

Master did keep tabs on me, warning me to be careful of my back on berry picking day, and gave me an early bedtime one evening. After the shock of being told to go to bed early, I realized I did need the rest, and did not make the 8:00 curfew, but did get to bed way earlier than had been the case.


A great big thank you to Fondler's Anonymous and Bratty Adaline for nominating me for a "Lovely Blogger Award". I promise to post a link to you as soon as I figure out how...I read many blogs of many types and enjoy them all...that is why I read them, so I won't be nominating anyone, but I will post 7 things you might not know about me.

1. I am bilingual, French and English. A little rusty on the French right now, but
had grandparents who only spoke French.

2. My dream job would be making up Jeopardy boards...I am a Jeopardy addict!

3. My dream vacation...a cruise. I have always wanted to go on one, maybe some day!

4. I got my first traffic ticket yesterday...speeding, and I swear I never speed!

5. One of my summer jobs while in college was in a shoe factory, the overnight
shift. When I had reached my quota I would help the others out....I was
very well fed!

6. I always start my Christmas shopping the day after Christmas. When my kids
were small, gifts were wrapped and ready a few months ahead of time.

7. I love my kindle...I always said I would stick to books, but the kindle allows
me to read whatever I want...even when visiting relatives! LOL

Master and I finally had some time for just us yesterday. Our reconnect time is always special, but this was one of those, WOW times. After lots of hugs, and some chatting, and nipple play, Master had me over His nap for a very long hand spanking.
It was slow with frequent stops for rubbing, then more spanking. Master barely had to start using His fingers and I was off and exploding, several times. As I was trying to catch my breath and get back to earth, Master started in again, and the word "don't" came out of my mouth. It was more a reflex, I was so out of it, Master laughed and said, you can tell your blogging friends the quickest what to get me to laugh is for you to say don't to me. So I was off again, and then I was really jello. Master decided it was time for more spanking, a harder hand spanking, but I was so relaxed I just wanted more....After a few rounds I realized I was getting reading to need another permission, just from His spanking me, Master loves to oblige that request. Each time I cum just from a spanking I am amazed...

After we were both sated, it was chat and cuddle time. It was sweet and personal, and left me feeling like the luckiest gal around.

Master did ask for a weigh in on Monday, I had gained 1 pound, which He was very pleased with...although I was told yesterday, that it is time to get back on track!


Hope you are all staying cool
hugs, abby

almost time for the "grandma" hat

I just spent some lovely quiet time with Master, before the craziness of 4 little ones under the age of 4! We hugged and chatted, I received a leisurely, long hand spanking, we were totally relaxed and enjoying each other. It was a nice calm and quiet time, some place for me to remember when I am in the chaos of the next couple weeks.

One of things we talked about was "sub space". I feel like there have been times when I have almost been there, but not quite. Master said I have been knocking at the door, but not opened it yet. I think like crying, it is not something you can force or grab, it just has to happen. Something to look forward to.

As soon as my daughter gets home we are off to NJ. Tomorrow we celebrate a 1 year old birthday, and on Sunday the 4 year old has her first dance recital. My daughter will be returning on Monday, I will stay the rest of the week.

Then it is back home and everyone comes to grandma's. My daughter and her spouse, and son and his wife, are going to take turns going away overnight. We have a big 4th of July picnic planned, and the rest of the time we will just let happen.

I will try to keep up with all of you, and maybe get a quick post up here, so you can hear about all the fun....hope you get your own fireworks on the 4th of July!

hugs abby

Maintenance Monday...or was it punishment?

My report to Master this morning was a 1/2 pound gain. To my way of thinking, for a weekend, not bad. Master's way of thinking...we do not go backwards. I have also been in kind of a "funk". Master has been so busy with this project at work, and I am trying to get the house organized for a visit from all the grandchildren..at once! That means safe for a 2 month old, a 1 year old, a 3 year old, and a 4 year old! I have been planning lots of fun projects..it will be hectic, but fun!

Master decided we would spend His lunch time together. I wasn't sure what to expect, but He had not mentioned the "P" word. After our hugs and some chat, I was told to get ready...naked and kneeling. I had sent Him an email over the weekend, outlining my plans for the next three weeks, He had not commented. So I asked if He had read His email over the weekend. He said the one about Your plans. There was a problem with that email. I looked up at Him...He was giving my nipples a pretty good workout, so concentrating was little difficult. I was puzzled...He continued...you did a good job of telling me about your plans, but not a single question or may I? We had discussed some of the plans a while ago, so I did feel like I already had permission. Master said it would not hurt to include a please or may I...and to be honest if I had been feeling more submissive, I probably would have. He did warn me that just because He just about always says yes....He could easily say no...and make a point.

Master then went a got the tawse. The one I gave Him as a birthday present, and loved the first ...and only ...time we have used it. I smiled, since I had been thinking over the weekend, I wish He would use the tawse again. Ever heard of the saying...be careful what you wish for??

Master then informed me that this was going to be maintenance not punishment. Since we did not go to the basement and we did have some play time afterwards, with permissions granted, it was not technically punishment...

I was told to lean over the ottoman an stick my bottom up and out. He started right in with the tawse, no warm-up, and the swats were quick and hard. I moved one of my legs up off the floor and was told the next time, that would get me a swat on my thighs. I could could cry, yell, but I was not to move my legs off the floor. I did try, but I ended up earning 2 swats on my thighs. Yes they hurt a lot more, it took all of my determination to keep it at 2. Master continued with several sets of 12. I honestly have no idea how many, but He switched sides after each set.

He finally seemed to be done, and just as I was breathing quietly and relaxing I felt 2 hard swings on my back. I howled....they were unexpected and very sharp. Master, as He often does, asked me if there was any part of me that does not belong to Him. The reply is...all of me belongs to You, Sir.

I was allowed up, but Master was not done. I was told to hold out my breast. Without thinking I hugged myself, covering them. Master quietly repeated what He wanted, and I obeyed. I got 2 sharp smacks to each breast, and yes...they did sting, a lot! Master tole to rub some of the pain out, and He then proceeded to take pictures.

I was then invited over Master's lap. There was lots of rubbing and tugging and getting me very wet. When I first went over His lap, I was thinking, I will not cum. I should know better by now. Master asked if I wanted to cum for Him. I answered honestly, I wanted to say no.....but I could not. I just had to cum for Him. He chuckled, and said, being under His control is such a turn on for me. I had always been the one in charge, til He came along. I had to agree, and beg for permission. I was told to cum long and hard for Him...and I did several times, til I was totally spent. As I lay over His lap, panting and sated, with a sore bottom and breasts. I felt it wash over me....that feeling of submission, of being His, of peace and calm and acceptance.

So punishment or maintenance....some of both I guess..which was exactly what I needed.

hugs abby

I have been busy doing more blog reading than writing. Thank you all for those interesting posts and all your sharing. I do more reading than commenting, but I appreciate all of you.

Monday was maintenance day. I lost a pound over the weekend, which was a wonderful surprise..weekends are always a little trickier. Master also is in a "push the sub" mood lately. He gave me a few extra tasks over the weekend, which certainly deepened my submissive feelings...pretty sure that was His goal.

When I arrived at Master's on Monday, the first thing I saw was a cane in the laundry basket. I looked at Him and He said yep..the cane. I did remind Him that I had loss a pound, He assured me wasn't punishing me, just maintenance. Yeah...just...I was skeptical, at best.

As always we started with kneeling time, and Master warming and re-claiming every inch of me. Then over His lap for a very long hand warm-up. He then used His talented hands to get me to the point of wanting a permission. After maintenance, was His reply. I said now... He then said you have permission to cum as much as you want while I am caning you.

Now, I have cum from a spanking with His hand or even the paddle. This was another level. But I was so wanting to cum, I just wanted to get maintenance over. He had me stand and lean over the ottoman, and He started in fairly lightly, increasing at a slow rate. His voice kept reminding me I could cum at any time. Although the caning was not as painful as usual, I was not able to cum just from the pain. I have to say, I am not sure if I am disappointed or relieved. Master finally stopped and put His hands to work getting very aroused again. Finally the release I had been needing was on its way...and I was cumming. Master did say that I had taken a fairly hard caning and had stayed in place and not complained.

Later, when we were snugging and chatting and Master said, guess I am breaking more walls. I looked at at Him, surprised. We have talked about the fact that He has torn down, crumbled, walls, but never breaking. I told Him that word has been used in a lot of blogs lately..as in " breaking a submissive". When I first heard the term, I was bothered by it, and kept thinking..what if you break him/her, and cannot fix it. I do realize different strokes for different folks, and everyone's definitions vary, but it still left me uncomfortable.

As I continued reading, I found different understandings of the term. Nilla, suggested I substitute opening instead of breaking, which helped me tremendously. Opening me up is what Master (and i) have been working on...breaking down walls that were..are..very sturdy and were meant to lass a lifetime. Master related the term breaking to opening also. To helping me become more open and vulnerable..a scary proposition at best. He has made amazing progress, and it is what I want to be totally vulnerable and open to Him....

hugs abby

pain...or..pleasure

Not that long ago I considered pain and pleasure to be two entirely different entities. Everyone experiences pain in their life, and the same with pleasure. That the two could be meshed, one producing the other, was not something I even considered possible. Then I met Master.

My report on Friday was 1 pound lost. It was a loss, always a good thing, but I had really stepped things up and expected better results. Master was pleased with the loss, and I decided not to whine...

As I was kneeling for Master, He said...you worked really hard for that pound this week. I shrugged and agreed. Master said He noticed and appreciated my extra effort, and that we both know the scale does not always play fair. But if I keep it up, the scale will catch up. I know a pep talk when I hear one, I agreed. Master went on to remind me that even better the one pound loss keeps us out of the basement, and that is certainly a plus! I had to agree that was a big plus. Then , with a gleam in His eye..He added, and I get to reward you. Hmmm, that one pound was getting better and better.

I was invited over Master's lap, for a wonderful long hand spanking. I was totally relaxed, keeping beat with His spanks by tapping my foot. Of course, He would take a break and his fingers would roam to be sure I was not falling asleep. Suddenly I felt brush bristles on my bottom and legs. Master said He wanted to work on the pain/pleasure connections. I was a little concerned, I know there is a connection, I know it exists for me, although I don't understand it. What if it ends up being only pain?

Master turned the brush to the wooden side, and started in slowly. That brush of often used for maintenance and it is not my favorite toy...LEATHER, is in Master's bag, at least it used to be. (Yes that is a big hint!) Back to the brush, as Master slowly increased the strength of His spanks, I found myself wanting more, I was arching up to meet that brush, and I could feel myself becoming very aroused. Master stopped to check on my arousal, helped me over the edge, and made sure I was close to cumming again. Then He started in with the brush. I heard myself say harder, more, I felt Master tuck me in, and honestly, I do not remember the pain...I remember wanting more, I remember one orgasm rumbling into another and another....til i was gasping and Master was rubbing my bottom and legs and talking calming to me.

Master said He had not planned on such a hard spanking, but maybe the pain had morphed into pleasure. It had. I had/have to admit it, the two are connected for me. It is not something I ever would have thought possible, not something I understand. But I am really, really happy the I have a Master who understands it, accepts it, and helps me to make the connection....and is so pleased with both of us when that connection is made.

hugs abby

If you break it, I will fix it.....

Yes, another quote from Master! The picture and short note posted before this entry are also from Master. Since He probably won't answer the comments I will..

Kitty...All of my days are brought by the letter "R"...Master's first initial.

Sunny...Master's first ever post!

Faerie...yup!!


I knew by His tone and words that Master was just not going to let the whole missing "R" thing go quietly away. although when we chatted and text today, He did not bring it up. My weigh-in report was stay the same, I was thrilled Master was satisfied, although he expects movement in the right direction this week.

M/M was on the schedule for today (Monday's Maintenance). When I got to Master's, he told me to kneel and wait, He had to finish sometime in the basement. I was a little perplexed, but did as I was told. Knelt and waited. He came up and went back down, and I was starting to get curious. Finally He is standing before me, rubbing and pulling and tugging.
He asks me how long did I go without my "tattoo". I guess about 2 weeks. He asks if I just totally forgot about it...I reply not at first, but I guess eventually I did. "So I need to fix what you have broken", as I hear Him and look at Him I know this is not just going to be maintenance.

He walks over, picks up something, and shows me what He was working on in the basement. (the pic just below this entry.) He is going to "brand my bottom" with the letter R 14 times, since I let it go for 2 weeks. I am told to lean over the ottoman and spread my legs. Master is not swinging hard, there is no need to, that thing HURTS! I move after the 3rd or 4th one, and am told He does not want to have to start over, I manage to get through 7 on each side of my bottom.

I am allowed to get up, and I comment that He did not seem to be using a lot of power, but it really hurt. Master said, no since in over-kill, He was pretty sure He had made His point. He had! He thought about a real branding, but decided explaining it at doctor's visits might be a problem. I look at Him, and shake my head. I ask if I can have the "branding iron", to hang on my mirror or wall. (I figured it is safer for me if I am in possession of it). He says I may keep it.

Master then wants to see my new "tattoo" or "R". It is on my pussy, as directed. He asks if I re-traced it this morning, I did. Will I forget or let it fade away again...not without His permission. He seems satisfied, and announces it is now time for Maintenance. I groan, but get over His lap.

He starts with a quick hand warm-up, since He feels I am already warmed up. I am jumpy and moving, it feels like my bottom is on fire. I finally settle in, just in time for Him to start with the hairbrush, after a couple long sets, He stops and asks if this spanking should be finished. I know from last time that there is no good answer to this question, so I simply say Yes, Sir. "Good", He replies, "now the real spanking can start." He tucks me in, and it feels like my bottom is burning up almost as soon as He starts. I am staying in position, but not quietly. I don't think He is ever going to stop, but He does.

He is rubbing and soothing me, I am trying to catch my breath, and calm myself. As His fingers reach in to "check" me, He comments, that must have really hurt, I am not as wet as He expected. He soon remedies that and has me moaning and panting. He reminds me I can only cum with His permission, not matter what. I say I know, now would be a good time for a permission. He tells me to ask really nicely and convince Him. I shake my head and manage to get the words out, as nicely as I can. After Master makes sure I am really on the edge, He finally gives me permission. I am off, asking for another permission almost immediately. I finally find myself lying face down, trying to get enough energy just to move. Master is rubbing my back and legs, welcoming me back.

I have known Master for 10 years, when I first met Him I was just hoping that maybe I could get to experience what a spanking was like. I became his submissive about 8 years ago, it has been quite a journey. There have been times, when I wished to move ahead and had to wait for Him, times with I was trying to catch up with Him. I think we are in a catching up time for me...Master seems to have that "look", I can't wait to see where He will lead me next!

hugs abby

The Letter "R"

Abby will be writing more on this subject...

When He says...now don't you worry....

I did get to the casino yesterday, met the goal with a couple ounces to spare! It was fun...always is...but neither I not my gambling buddy had any luck at all. We decided to head home early, saving what money we had left for another time. We have never made that decision. Next time....LOL...do I sound addicted?

It seems I have found trouble today. This morning, like the good submissive that I strive to be, Master gave me permission for my plans for today. This afternoon I even got a permission to cum. (I am on the third book of "Shades of Gray", it does not have much submission in it, but the sex is pretty HOT!)

Earlier this evening my phone buzzes. I ignore it, I was doing something on the computer, and I thought it was my daughter-in-law sending me a pic of the girls. She is great about sending me at least a picture a day. About 10 minutes later I check my phone...it was a message from Master, darn! He wants a picture of my "R". Double Darn! My "R" is the letter Master put on my inside thigh before I went to Boston last time, my "tattoo". I was supposed to keep it up, and I did until about...umm..a couple weeks ago. He had not asked about it in a while, and I just got out of the habit. Since it had already been 10 minutes since He sent His message, I knew I had to reply quickly. So, I fessed up, could not send one, no longer had the "R", and held my breath.

His next message was, use the marker and put the R on your shaved pussy, maybe if I brand it we won't have this problem again. (He has such a sense of humor). So I get the marker, but I discovered it is much easier to put an initial on You thigh than on your pussy. The skin is not as smooth, it is harder to reach and to see what you are doing.
I did stand in front of a mirror, but that was minimal help. I finally get a mark, if you use your imagination, it might look like an "R", and then have to take a pic. Once again, I have to figure out to get enough light, find a good angle, and I worry that I am taking too long. He is not satisfied. His next message tells me to scrub it off and try again, use a mirror ( I had Sir!) and take my time.
So, I try again, more slowly, and it does look more like an "R"....we both know it is an "R", anyway. I send it.
His next message is...Don't you worry, I will fix it on Monday. Now, I know that don't you worry means, I had better worry and be ready to answer a few questions on Monday. Don't you worry means I should worry about what He is thinking. Don't you worry means I am very worried about what He has up His sleeve. Don't you worry means I will have His voice in my head all weekend.

Stayed tuned for M/M day, it might be interesting....but I have been told not to worry.

hugs abby

A real spanking only starts when you want it to end

My title is how Master greeted me yesterday, He said He read it someplace, and liked it. I was a little wary, but it did get my butterflies fluttering.

Yesterday I asked Master if I could have a casino day on Friday. I have not been in a while and I expected a yes...I very rarely get a no. His reply was yes...if you meet your weight goal for this week, no if you don't. I replied I wanted a simple yes, no conditions, He would not agree. I spent the rest of the morning pouting. One of my tasks is to contact Master at noon, so He remembers to take a break, I did not feel like talking to Him, so I decided I would send a simple text. (I know, I am not the perfect submissive!)

A little before noon, Master calls me. He asks if I am still pouting. I answer honestly. He reminds me, He says yes way too often, and has not said no. If He gets what He wants, I get what I want. He wants me to go, He just wants me to get to that goal first. As we continue to chat my mood lightens and we make plans to meet later...maintenance has not happened yet this week.

I am close to that goal and will almost certainly be there by Friday. I think what I objected to was the condition, I can go if....once again, my submissive 'halo' is tarnishing.

We meet and after some catching up chat, I am naked and kneeling, being claimed. Then it is over Master's lap, for a wonderful hand warm-up. He then proceeds to the hairbrush. He is not being gentle, but the swats are fairly easy to adjust to. He then asks why am I over His knee...for maintenance, Sir. Why do we have maintenance, to keep me out of trouble and having to go to the basement for a major punishment, Sir. Have we been to the basement this year? No Sir, thankfully. His reply is...then I opt for continuing with good hard maintenance spankings.

He tucks me in...the signal that He is about to rev it up. He is spanking hard and fast, quick stops between sets to let me catch me breath, but no rubbing. Finally He asks, have you had enough. Yes Sir! You want me to stop? Yes Sir! Normally at this point He would stop. Instead He repeats the quote, tucks me in, and shows me He was was not going at full strength or full speed. It was harder than I have been spanked in a while. I have not idea how long, but I do remember feeling like I was being surrounded by, or maybe overtaken by the pain. It was like nothing else existed. Maybe I was on the edge of what some call 'sub space', almost like it hurt so good.

He stops and I am trying to compose myself and catch my breath, but Master quickly moves on to other pleasures. I am quickly ready to explode, and do several times. We continue to enjoy each for some time. I am certainly no longer pouting, and am determined to get to the casino!

Master also commented on my last post, the list of words to describe Him. He said it was accurate and He really liked it!!

hugs
abby

Master

Hope you all had a good holiday weekend. HOT here...over 90 today, too hot for me!

I took the idea for this post from Sin. She listed words describing her Master. Since this is me, I had to add a few comments!

Master is...

dominant....practically goes without saying and sounds nicer than bossy

consistent...a blessing and a curse, but I can count that He says what he means, and means what He says.

great sense of humor...I treasure this one, how can a person trust a person they can't break out in giggles with?

stubborn...until I met Master I was the 'subborness' person I knew, this took getting used to

hard working...good and bad, He needs more down time!

good with His hands...he can fix cars, redo bathrooms and kitchens, and turn me to jello!

sexy...nothing to add, just a deep breath

creative...sometimes I ask myself how does He come up with some of His ideas???? Keeps things fun!

sadistic...this one took getting used to :)

able to read minds...even from a distance He knows what I am thinking, this can be a little discerning

I saved the best one for last.....


My Master...mine!

hugs abby

rating....effort or results

I weighed in on Friday and lost a pound and a half. Most of you know that Master had decreed that I had to lose 2 pounds or we would go down to the basement...where there are no warm fuzzy memories or fun thoughts.

On Wednesday when we were chatting He reminded me of what He wanted on Friday. A much higher rating for my efforts ( I had given myself a 6 on Monday) and a loss of 2 pounds. I told Him I was uncomfortable with the rating system. We had never really discussed a real system, not what a 1 or a 5 or an 8 would mean. Those numbers can an probably do mean entirely different things to each of us. I continued, saying I would never give myself a 10, that would mean I had done every possible, and I believe there is always room improvement. I could have exercised an extra 10 minutes each day, or cut down more portions more or walked faster...10's, to me were an impossible goal. Master said He wants my best effort, I still was dubious, that sounded like a 10 to me.

When I sent Him my weigh in, He replied good job! There was hope. Master has been very busy with a special project at work, we are managing to squeeze in time for us, but it is a squeeze. This project will go on for 6 months, I am trying to handle it like an adult...but sometimes, I fail at that. Friday was one of those days...I was feeling very vulnerable and needy by the time we met. Master can always tell just by the way I hug Him hello how I am feeling. We spent our time just sitting and cuddling and chatting with Him reassuring me. It was what I needed...I know without a doubt He does His best, He is busy, but sometimes I just let it get to me.

After we chatted a bit, He asked about my rating for this week's effort. I gave Him a look, but He wanted a number. So I said 8, explaining I had really tried harder than I have for the past few weeks, and I seem to be back into the exercise routine. He asked if I thought that we enough to keep me out of the basement. I hoped that He would consider effort over results. Master replied since it was a pound and a half, He would, less than that We would be down there.
He then gave me a week...til this Friday ...to lose the same amount and that would put me a little under my last goal.
Among His many other attributes, He is fair.

Our good-by hug was much better than the hello ones!

Hope you are all having a good holiday weekend...my dad was a proud WWII veteran, let's remember all those who serve for us!

Hugs, abby

Girls' weekend was a success!

Girls' weekend was so much fun! Having three generations of girls made for a variety of activities. We had a "mini spa" time....grand-daughter got to have painted toe nails for the first time, she was excited! We went to a children's science museum, took the ferry to the Statue of Liberty, ate out, had a marguerita nite...thank goodness one if us had an early bedtime. We laughed, we played, we were sorry to see it end, but there is still next year.

As an added bonus, I even managed to lose 1 pound! I was careful about portions and food choices, and we did keep busy, and it was worth it!

Yesterday was M/M day ( Monday Maintenance). After some getting caught up chat time, I was naked and kneeling. Master was pleased at the weight loss, but not at the fact that I am still over my last goal, by 2 pounds. He fetched that evil hairbrush, and promised me a hard spanking. As soon as I settled in over His knee, He started with a hand warm-up, and then some easy strokes with the brush, just was I was relaxing into the sensations, I hear, warm-up is over. After several sets, each getting harder to breathe through, Master stops for a chat. Chatting while still OTK tends to be a precarious activity.

Master announces that He wants me back at my goal by this Friday. I remind Him that is 2 pounds, He says He knows. He also reminds me that He has been generous with my time away, allowing me to gain a couple pounds, and celebrate the new addition and enjoy the girl's weekend. It is now time for me to get serious about getting back to the last goal I reached, and move on. I have until Friday, or Friday will be a basement spanking. That got my attention. I pleaded that it was not fair to get a basement spanking if I lose on a weigh in day. Basement spankings are never fun or easy, they are considered a major punishment spanking. I insisted it was not fair, to lose and face a major punishment. Master decided to finish maintenance at that point, tucked me in, and really let that brush fly. It was fast and furious and I was barely breathing.

When He finished, He said if I can say to Him on Friday that I have done my absolute best during this week, He will take the basement visit out of the picture. I consider that kind of a 2 edged sword, but it was somewhat of a concession on His part. It is true that I have been coasting, just happy to be mainly staying around my goal weight. So more of an incentive did get my attention, but I am still feeling it is somewhat unfair. I say that knowing that in a TPE relationship the word "fair" is a tricky one, and does not often apply. I have loss 2 pounds in a week before, hopefully it will happen this week and the whole basement issue will go away. I have been much more conscious of my food choices, and the wii has been stepped up a bit.

Master was rubbing my bottom, and letting His fingers roam while we were discussing the basement issue. By the time we ended the discussion , I was whimpering with need for a permission. Master continued to "explore" and comment on my readiness. I finally hear, that I may cum for my Master and I am off. Master knows all of me, and He played me to a point of multiple, strong orgasms, it took me a while to come back to earth, still my breathing and be able to thank Him. We continued to enjoy each other as my awareness returned, and I was able to concentrate on Master.


It was certainly an amazing ending to M/M, and hopefully Friday will continue with more amazing times, all above the basement.

hugs abby

On a scale of 1 to 10......

I am leaving early tomorrow morning....as early as I can get my daughter in the car....for our annual "girls" weekend with both my daughters and my oldest grand-daughter (4)!) I am looking forward to it, but it seems like I just got back here.

So, Master declared today weigh in day, instead of Friday. I loss a little over 1/2 pound. A loss is always better than a gain. Master agreed with that philosophy, but wondered if I tried as hard as I could...or should. After our hello hugs, it was kneeling time...Master chose to sit on an ottoman facing me. He grabbed my breasts and proceeded to pull, tug and pinch while we had a little chat. He asked me how hard I had tried to please Him this week, on a scale of 1 to 10. I hate a question like that, I can argue almost any number on that scale. I did wii every day, but not as long as i used to..one day I even walked, or strolled the bike path. I was careful about food choices, but did have some indulgences.

As I was going over my choices Master was still pinching and pulling, and waiting for an answer. Was 8 too high, was 5 too low??? ARGHHH...He prodded me for an answer..so I finally said 6...I think that was a fair evaluation. Master brings my face close to His and asks...why would I not want to give Master my best effort...a 10?? Because it is too hard, because you did not feel like it...why? I had no good answer...

Since I had not good answer, Master's answer was, He was going to spank me hard...not a punishment, but definitely a reminder that He expects more. He pulled out the hairbrush, it has been a while since I had seen it. I went over His lap, and He started with a hand warm up and then used the brush with the bristle side, to create a nice tingling. Just as I was relaxing and thinking ummmm....He started in with the wooden side.

It hurt right from the beginning, not sure if it was because I had just been spanked with the lexan paddle a couple days ago, or He was being more forceful, but I was struggling. He would complete a set, of maybe 25, stop to rub and talk and start in again. Then I felt him tuck me in close...hard and fast He said...it took my breath away, and left me with a very hot stinging bottom. I was then told that being away this weekend does not exempt me from exercise of some type, and is not an acceptable excuse for a gain on Monday....my next spanking could be much harsher.

Master then told me not to regret my answer of 6....I certainly would not want to be less than truthful. Also He reads my daily reports so He knows how much effort I put in, He just wanted to hear me say it.

Master then used His hands and fingers for a much better sensation, He soon had me panting and groaning and making those noises that I cannot believe come from me. He is also talking to me and expecting responses, I am hesitating on the responses....how can a girl have a conversation under those circumstances. Since I am not responding , He takes His hand away, and says no permission, since I am not replying as He wants. I quickly get my wits and figure out what He wants so we can continue. I cum several times....this time Master takes my breath away in a wonderful manner.

Have a great weekend all...I will be having lots of fun...and remembering to do lots of moving!

hugs abby

3 weeks is a long time...

Master and I went three weeks without seeing each other. It is the longest time since I don't know when. Between traveling...family and business...work, appointments, etc...real life just kept getting in the way.


But finally, yesterday, Master did not return to work after lunch, it was our time! I have to admit, I was looking forward to it, and not looking forward to it. I returned from my trip having gained a little over 2 pounds, all things considered, not awful, but a gain. Master took the news well, told me to get back on track and He wanted some kind of exercise every day until I was back at my goal. I asked for 5 days a week, but was told every day. My weigh in yesterday was plus a little less than 1 pound. I blamed Mother's day weekend and the fact that I gave myself the weekend off.


Master told me yesterday that when I next blogged I was to include this.....Monday's maintenance was a hard paddling with My lexan paddle....and I let her off easy. I have to add, He is right.


By the time we finally physically connected I was feeling a little loss. My 'voices' returned, and although I was able to argue with them a bit, they did wear me down. When Master and I were first starting on our voyage, when I was feeling very insecure about something, I would wake up in the middle of the night and converse with the voices. That usually ended up in my sending Master an e-mail in the middle of the night, hoping that would help me get back to sleep...and writing about certain things in the middle of the night, was a LOT easier than talking about them in the light of day. No, I did not send am email, but I could feel myself starting to withdraw and did consider picking up a stone or two to re-build some walls.


Master greeted me with hugs and soft talk. Reminding me that I am His, that He takes that very seriously. Soon I was naked and kneeling and being re-claimed, and finally I started to relax and breathe.


Master reminded me that this was a Maintenance Monday, but He was also not happy that I had gained even after I returned home, and that I had not followed His directive on exercise. He hates going backwards.


I was invited over His lap, a concession on His part that I was/am very thankful for...and He even started off with a quick hand warm-up. Then He started in with that darn paddle. Each set was a build-up in speed and power. I was kicking and ouching, and trying to move away, and even told Him once to stop. Not my best behavior. He would stop and talk and calm me and start again. Finally He started on a set and I just lay there, head down, panting, but staying quiet and in place. I hear Master say, finally....acceptance. When He finishes this set, He tells me to ask for another set, saying that I want it to be the hardest yet, so I remember it for a long time, and to say it loudly and as if I mean it. Master knows this is difficult for me, so He gives me a minute or two, and I ask. He agrees and starts with the hardest,
longest set yet. Finally it is over.

We move on to more enjoyable activities. Master remarks that I am already "sloshing" wet, I am so ready for His touch.We start off quickly, and then slowly just enjoy each other. It is good to be together again, and to know I am where I belong.

I did get a strong warning about my next weigh-in, and the consequences of 3 gains in a row. I have been exercising, even twice yesterday....so here's hoping the diet gods are listening!

hugs, abby

finally home again!

After spending most of yesterday at 2 airports, I am finally home again! It was a wonderful time. I was able to witness the newest little one's first smiles..so far, she seems to be a very calm, easily contented baby. Her 2 year old sister, is constant motion and everlasting energy, I am one tired grandma! As luck...or maybe no luck...would have it, on the day I returned Master left for a business trip. He had mentioned the possibility last week, then thought He would be here, but then finally had to go. He'll be gone a few days, I have plenty of things to catch up on, but it seems like a long time since we have been together. One my list of to-dos today is to try and catch up on what you all have been up to... hugs abby

plus 1!

Yikes, I logged on to get a quick post up and find blogger has gone and updated...I hate change, especially when I barely know what I am doing here! The happy news....new little grand-daughter arrived the day after I got here...great timing! She is beautiful...of course...and very laid back, seems to like to observe what is going on around her. Her "big" sister seems to be adjusting, about as well as a 2 year old can! I am exhausted at the end of each day.... I have been here a little over a week, have a flight out next Tuesday. Master and I have been in touch every day. Until today I was doing quite well, missing Him, but keeping up with my tasks and knowing this is where I need/want to be right now. This afternoon, I felt myself just wanting to touch, smell, feel Him....soon...not soon enough but soon.. I have not been reading many blogs, hardly any, hope you are all doing fine. Will catch up with you soon... Did I mention I got her to smile at me twice today! hugs, abby

Happy Birthday Master!!!!

Yesterday was Master's birthday. We celebrated, but not the all out, empty the bag intense session that we had planned. My back is slowly, very slowly getting better, so we did not want to chance setting me back, or having to worry about positions. Also I am leaving tomorrow for some time in Boston, awaiting a new addition to the family..she can come anytime after tomorrow...the sooner the better!

Master's birthday was toned down a little, but with a promise of the use every toy in the bag session when I return. After a happy birthday hug and some chat, Mastered noticed I had a a gift bag with me. I had bought Master ( Us!) a tawse. I have read about them in blogs, and they are leather, which I love, and have been wanting to try one. I was soon naked, and in a comfortable position. Master praised the leather handle, the way it felt, the fit and the flexibility...I loved the feel of it. He started off slowly, and increased strenght slowly. It could be my new favorite toy!

Then, Master announced it was time for His birthday spanking. I would get His age (over 50), with His hand and with the cane. I was surprised and asked if I could choose one...no, this was His birthday, but He would let me choose which one first. That was an easy one...hand first, a warm up is always a good thing! He spanked me in decades, making the spanks match his feeling for each decade. I then got to stretch, and He picked up the cane, looked at me and said...I will give you another choice. Cane or tawse? I was shocked...but my choice was.....tawse...lol...but you are not surprised!

I had to count them out loud, and they were hard, but oh....so much nicer than the cane! We then spent some quiet time, snuggling and anticipating my time away. When I got up to get dressed, Master told me to wait, and He dissapeared for a minute. He returned with a felt tip sharpee. I was told to sit on the ottoman, while He sat on the sofa. I was told to spread my legs, and Master leaned over and drew His first initial high, on the inside of my right thigh. He told me it was His version of a tattoo.....Yes I was stunned. All I could think of to say was...where do you get these ideas! He then told me, it is also anther tool for my tool box while I am away...I am to re-trace it every morning after my shower, and be ready to send Him a picture if He requests it, (which He did this morning) It is a definate reminder of His ownership...and easier to apply than a tattoo.

Not sure how long I will be away, I will be trying to keep up with all of you, and will post when my newest granddaughter has decided to make an appearance!

Lots of good spanks to all of you while I am away
hugs abby

OUCH....and not whay you are thinking

Unfortunately my pain is all in my back...UGH. I knew over the weekend that my back was a little twitchy...and was careful. But I slept well last night and felt good when I got out of bed. Then I dropped a piece of ham on the floor, bent to pick it up....ouch...tears in my eyes....

This is one of those weeks when I had someting planned for every day, and Sat. I am leaving to help with the new arrival...who has not make her appearance yet. So I am not a happy camper...

I sent Master a text this morning, telling Him about my back, He said I was exempt from the wii....ummmm...wii??? By noon time I was pretty grumpy so I decided to text Him instead of calling. As I was texting, He called. We chatted and He did lighten my mood.

My back seems a little better tonight...

hugs abby

a "candy cane" spanking

No, Master did not use a candy cane, or even His cane. He did use a 5 gallon paint stick.

My report Friday was down 1/2 pound... we were both pleased. I keep saying I am building up my "wriggle room", He seems to think I am headed to a new goal....any guesses as to which one of us will win this discussion?
I stand up, He has the paint stick in His hand.I am thinking nice, a warm up and that paint stick, which is stingy but in just the right way! Master has other plans. He puts one hand under a breast and starts to spank. I ouch and start to pull away. He stops and asks me what part of you is it that does NOT belong to Me?..No part Sir. Relax and concentrate..

He picks again, I am a little calmer, it is not a long spanking, as soon as He stops He picks up the other breast.Whenever and wherever Master spanks me, one side always seems to feel it more, it was this second breast today. Once He had a few stripes He could admire, He stopped, only to tell me, He intended to stripe every inch that belonged to Him.

He started with my thighs, I moved out of place once, was scolded and we started again, Thighs, shins, ankles were next. He then went down my back and each arm. I was then told to spread my legs, so He could reach inside my legs. Then He was striping my stomach and down the front of my legs. They were not hard swats.He was emphasizing a point...all of me...means all of me. When He was done and admiring the pink stripes all up and down all of me, I kept thinking...candy cane!

I was then invited over His lap. He checked to see if I was protesting too much, and said, part of you really enjoyed that. I always try to tell Him I have no control over that part...He chuckles and reminds me I have no control over any part....

After a wonderful hand spanking, a couple permissions and some kneeling time time between Master's legs, appreciating His cock, Master says He has been thinking it is time to push me a little, to stretch, to get me out of my comfort zone.

I am not entirely surprised to hear this...He has been hinting at these thoughts. We recently talked about moving forward, about me being ready to grow more in my submission. He has become much more vigilant about my using Sir...not after every sentence,but He expects it when I text or answer a question, or ask for permission. I had become a little lax about it, and have been reminded of His expectations.

I do a task for Master every day, of my choice. When He first asked me to complete a task for Him, He said a few minutes a day. In the past I have looked for and sent Him a pic, or quotes, made an alphabet book of submission, a variety of things. Lately it has been mostly kneeling time with an occasional no panty day thrown in. A little while ago, I was informed that He wanted the task to last over 5 minutes. Master has now suggested I could wear my plug on no panty days, or play with one of my toys during kneeling time. I told Him that could be discouraging to a gal. He replied,or force her to be more creative. Being able to take a hint,today I did some corner time, and will be diversifying my daily tasks.

I knew that all of this was Master's way of getting my "head" where He wanted. Master is a great believer that submission starts in my head, my thoughts need to be in the right place and He is good at getting my head where it should be. As I was getting ready to leave, Master mentioned His birthday next week...yes I have his gift well hidden in my closet....and that since it has been a while since we have had an intense, empty the toy bag session, that was what He planned for His birthday. Rope, blindfolds, whips, paddles, floggers...the toy bag will be emptied, and my limits will be tested.

As I sit there typing the words, the butterflies are starting to flutter, the thought of it is exciting...it has been a long time. But because it has been a long time, I am also a little hesitant...

Stay tuned

hugs, abby

M&M

No, not the M&M's that are filled with dark chocolate or milk chocolate or peanuts or almonds or mint or pretzels....gosh, wouldn't that be a dream job? Thinking up new fillings and having to taste test them. Oops, I am a little off the track here.

In my real world M&M is maintenance Monday. As I was kneeling for Master yesterday, He had to take a business call. He is out of town for a few days, and the call concerned His trip. Usually He leaves me to quietly wait. This time, He stayed and continued to alternate torturing first one nipple then the other with His free hand. I was trying so hard to concentrate on not making a sound, or even panting, since the phone was very close to me. I succeeded, and although I am not usually very vocal when Master is torturing my breasts, just knowing that I would be heard by one of His businees associates, added to my concentration. When He finally hung up, Master chuckled and congratulated me. Later, thinking about it, I thought that was pretty gutsy of Him.

Master asked what He should use for my maintenance spanking, I quickly said Your Hand Sir! He rarely asks, and I was not about to waste an opportunity. He chuckled and picked up my toy bag. He did give me a hand warm-up and then took out my frog paddle...it is thin and stingy, but considering it is wood, a fairly tame toy. Only Master went at at lightening speed and with sharp smacks....I was whimpering, when He said, surprise You? He had, and I should know better than to think that Master cannot turn any turn into an "evil" one.

Master then took out the plastic spatula...surprised that I had not removed it from the bag...not to self, do that next. I do not like the feel of it at all. Fortunately Master is not all that found of it, so it was a short set with it. Then back to Master's hand. Master asked if this was enough of a spanking to count as maintenance, I assured Him it was...He was not sure, but said He would let it be enough,this time.

We moved on to more pleasurable pusuits, and Master soon had me purring. He commented that I used to ask for permissions much more quickly. True, but I have learned to enjoy the journey there as long as I can! I know I need to be careful, cuming without His permission would have consequences. I was soon asking and seeing the stars. We continued to cuddle and play, talking about my future trip to Boston. Master wants me to have a schedule of tasks, since I will be gone 2 or 3 weeks, helping with a new arrival.

Master just called, He is on His way back....meetings went better than expected...YEAH!!!!

hugs, abby

Happy Easter Everyone!

I am leaving tomorrow to spend the weekend with my daughter and her family. I have the easter eggs filled for the "hunt" and all the things my grand-daughter and I will need to make a bunny shaped cake!

Earlier, this week Master mentioned to me that it was time for a fisting. It is one of those words I love/hate to hear. I first learned about fisting when I was first reading about spanking and BDSM..and thought who would want that...how is that possible? (yes, it was not that long ago, either). Eventually when I started reading blogs, I learned that it is indeed possible, and could be extremely enjoyable. Different strokes for different folks, but not for me. Then one afternoon when I was extremely aroused Master decided to introduce me to fisting. I was sure it was an impossibility...it was not. Relaxing was difficult, but Master does not give up, and I experienced fisting for the first time. I have to say, it is a feeling like no other...a feeling of being totally physically possessed and controlled, and yes...orgasms that kept coming and growing. It is not something we do often, and I always am hesitant, as I was this week.

Master worked late today, so I was waiting for His text to let me know He was free. When it came I replied with an OK...meaning I was on my way.
I was excited I have loss 2 pounds this week, it has been a long time since that has happened. I got there, we hugged and chatted and I was naked and kneeling. Master asked about the scale and was very pleased with my news!

Master then tells me to get over the ottoman and I see Him reach for the cane that is near it. I am confused, and start to rise up....He reminds me that when I am in position I am not to move until He tells me to. I start to say something....He says I need a reminder about my texting habits. I have no idea what He is talking about, I answered all His text, I sent all the required ones...then I hear...."ok",is not a replacement for Yes Sir. We have spoken before about being consistent with Sir. Using yeah or ok is not acceptable. I am thinking, this is so not fair...not a good place to be when facing a Master with a cane in His hand. Now I know that fair has very little place in a power exchange reationship, and it rarely is an issue, I always feel that Master is fair..not this time. I loss 2 pounds, and He is going to cane me! ( I told Him that everyone who read my blog would think He is very mean..you do don't you? He chuckled.)

Master starts in with the first six..they sting but are not hard, but my head space has me moving and grumbling. He stops and rubs and we go over the rules. Do I want to move forward, He asks me. I do, of course, then I need to remember the rules I now have. Six more, and He wants me to be more accepting, I still don't think it is fair, but I am more accepting.

Master then invites me over His lap. I get a long hand spanking, all over my bottom. Master keeps stopping to check how much I am enjoying His hand, making sure He keeps me on the edge. He then, says time for you to feel deeply submissive. I know He is getting ready ...I reply I don't think this is a good day for it, my head is not in the right place. Master carries on, determined and consistent, reminding me to relax, telling me how wet and engorged I am. I know I need to relax and accept, and I finally do...and Master is a part of me...possessing me...filling me with His hand. I feel His movement and I can feel my release start to build, and they come fast and furious, til I am trying to catch my breath and control the tremors. As I lie there, Master is rubbing my back and legs, talking softly to me, calming me, helping me to recover.

I finally am aware of where I am, and am breathing again. Yes I am sore, both my bottom and my pussy, but I do know I am owned.

May you find all those chocolate eggs, and have a wonderful holiday.

hugs abby

A good read..

No I don't mean 50 Shades of Gray, although it is in my kindle and next on my list. I hesitate to recommend books, everyone's taste is so different. "Learning to Swim" by Sara Henry is the exception. I could not put it down...you know...just one more chapter and I will make dinner.
I was surprised by the ending, and everyone in my book club gave it a 2 thumbs up....very rare...we are an eclectic group! Enjoy!

hugs abby

2 minds...almost a single thought

Master and I are often on the same wave length, or pretty close. Then there are the times, I just need to adjust my thoughts, so we are on the same wave length.

Yesterday was MM day...Monday maintenance. I had decided..while wearing that plug on Sunday...that I needed to step up a bit, get more serious on the diet front. So, after our hugs I say to Master we need to chat about my diet...He looks at me, and says...that is exactly what I had in mind also. With the raised eyebrow and that look, the one that says we are not quite on the same wave length. I start by saying I have not been trying all that hard, He says He knew that, and so does everyone else after your last blog entry...hmmm, note self, maybe I should discuss some of what I am going to reveal here to Master first. I go on saying I want to be at least at my goal weight before I leave in 3 weeks to help out with the new arrival. I figured I had to lose 2 pounds and that sounded doable to me. Master's response is I want you 2 pounds under, time to get serious again.

We discuss my exercise routine, He rubs his hands over my face and asks how often I break out in a sweat. Sweat??...UGH...hmmm...never, unless I am walking and it is very hot. He is not impressed. He also reminds me,,,and I agree...I do not do well with maintaining. When I have a goal, and am trying to lose I am much more focused...we will discuss that again after I return from my next time away.

Master then gets the acrylic piece of shelving..it is small, but very OUCHIE! He says maintenance will be stepped up this week, so I can truly remember it all week. He nicely starts out with a long hand spanking, before starting in with the paddle. I get 2 sets of maybe 50 each...they are slow, hard and deliberate. He stops to rub after the first set, and then proceeds to remind me that they get harder as we get closer to the end. We finally get to the end, and Master says, do you feel like you have been punished? Except for the fact the He warmed me up....and it does make a BIG difference, it did have that feel, but not the pain.

Master then reminds me there is another difference between maintenance and punishment...no "fun" after a punishment. I am of course, wet and ready, and Master rather quickly gets me to the needing permission point.
As I am panting and coming back to reality, Master bends over and says quietly to me...Thank you for being my other half...HE knows how to melt me with actions and words.

have a good week...hugs abby