That’s just funny right there…

Not what I was expecting, but its too good to not share..


Of course this has reality issues for good BDSM folk.  First, this Dominant is keeping their secret from the one they love.  That is just wrong on so many levels.

She is lying to her life partner.  If he isn’t into poly-play then she is cheating on him too.  She is living a double life and sharing with no one.  How sad and lonely!  Ultimately if this is her real self, she’ll have to come clean or leave him..  The list of problems goes on and on.

Now imagine for a moment we changed the girl to a guy.  The guy stays home, not working for paycheck but also not working at home.  He is spending his whole day playing with other women.  Wouldn’t we jump to the concussion this was just plain wrong even faster?  Why is that?

For me to see myself in this picture, I need to be the Dominant.  What would work for me is if the girl is an alpha slave to me…  Dom to her little subbies and slave to me… that works.  I don’t care if the subbies are male of female.  The fun is in the control.  I can’t see me being the one to stay home.. at least not until I’m retired. hmmm…



Flower child…

Izrina loves flowers.  She loves plants.  She likes digging and planting and bringing home new specimens to put in the yard.  She always has fresh flowers for the dinner table.

She also had a birthday coming up.  I am not a fan of gifts on certain days.  I prefer to give a gift when I come across something meaningful, something I know a person would like.  Gifts given because it is expected on a certain date tend to collect dust..

We already are blessed.  We have a nice home with a steady income that lets us live comfortable lives.  Home is where the love, laughter, and kink happens.  Life is good.  So what more do we need?  She recently asked if she could bring home a new orchid.. I told her no way.. We didn’t have any special spots left for yet another item in the house.

Meanwhile, I was busy thinking about the problem of how to make a nice birthday for her.  Here is how it went:

That morning she awoke like any other day to a hug and a kiss and a demand to fetch my coffee.  I firmly believe that a slave finds comfort and pleasure in serving and I wasn’t about to reverse that first thing in the day.

Off to work I went but I told her to make sure that she got out of work on time and put on something nice after she got home.  I kept an eye on the clock and when it was time for her to leave for work, gave her a quick call to check in.

End of the work day and she was dressed in a nice black out fit and waiting for what ever I was planning.  I know she likes Olive Garden, and Outback steak house so we headed in that general direction.  I told her we were going to Olive Garden but it was her birthday and we could do the steak house if she preferred.  She preferred to stay with Olive Garden.

We pulled into the parking lot, and I unfastened her seat belt (protocol) and got her doors for her (more protocol) and we were seated right away.  When we dine, she picks three things and I decide which she will get.. Tonight I told her she could just take her favorite item.. which bless her heart, threw her into a tizzy.   She couldn’t decide between two items, so I took the recommendation of the waitress.. A dish with pasta, shrimp, and scallops.  The meals were around 1200 calories each so we got take out containers and just split them.

I explained that my gift was this:  She had to cook and clean each night and this was a break.. That plus tonight it was just us.  No sharing me with all the folks at another event or munch.  She would neither have to cook or clean much.. for two nights.  She got a cocktail, something with strawberry which she loves, and I got a beer.  We finished up with a stroll over to Pier 1 for some window shopping, and then more browsing over at a pet store looking at all the cute animals.  I am sure she was thinking something more was coming but it never materialized.

I apologized for the interruption in our evening, but I had to swing by the office.   I have this thing about secretary’s under desks and I keep threatening to fulfill that fantasy with her, so every time we make a stop at night she naturally wonders if this is the night.  I flipped on the lights and wagged a finger for her to come over.. she did so hesitantly but with a grin.. then I spun her around and pointed at the window.. “what’s that?” I asked

There on the sill was a card and the very orchid she wanted.. a tiny little one, color was fuchsia, with darker lines just like she described.  She open the card and read.  I knew I did good when she had trouble holding back a tear.   We drove home, a happy slave with her head on Master’s shoulder.  We didn’t go straight to sleep.. I’ll leave your imagination to what came next.

Carpe Diem my friends, be someone’s great day!

The pancake wars…

There is a thing I have observed with some BDSM couples where the slave objects to doing something and the Master ignores that and it happens any way.  Enter the pancake wars.

Izrina bless her heart is a good girl but when I want pancakes for breakfast she balks.  I like pancakes every now and then.  I always keep some Bisquick batter around to make it simple.  Maybe she is worried they will disappoint or that she will burn them or whatever but to get her to make me pancakes is a chore.

Into every life a little rain must fall…  but with pancakes it pours.  Odd right?  When I make them its pretty straight forward.   Keep the heat a little low, butter the frying pan well, watch for the bubbles to appear before attempting to check if the first side is gold brown, flip carefully that first side.  That’s all there is to it.

i would say this.  Wars consist of battles and its is winning the war not the battles that is important.  I think we are running about 50/50 for the pancake war battles… by which I mean about half the time I’ve made them myself and about half the time Izrina has made them.  The trick is incentive.  What will motivate her that day?   Encouragement?  Persistence?  Discipline?

One thing I can assure you, is that this war will only end one way.. with me winning.  I dearly love my slave and these kinds of things add spice to our lives.  It’s the meat of our Master and slave relation.  I actually look forward to this kind back and forth.  Victory is melancholy since it is one less fun give and take.. but there will always be another challenge.  It’s what happens when you have a SAM (Smart Ass Masochist) for a slave.

Ultimately, this is a skill she will add to her other many impressive skills. There are a number of things she does and does very well.  Some required training, some not.  This will be another dish she serves exquisitely prepared and we will both benefit.  I from a pleasant breakfast and she from the satisfaction and pride from her labor.. that and the good girl she will earn.

Carpe Diem my friends, be someone’s great day!