Category slave drew
He had a very pleasant day, in which we accomplished a lot, two of my very favorite things.
I did my usual yard sale thing this morning, and found some nifty stuff. drew got clothes, some naturalist books and his favorite, three aluminum outlines of birds, clearly made by a person and not a mold or company, that I thought he would like hung on his workshop doors down at his house in Western Kentucky.
I found some shoes, a book or two, and several plants. I recently cleaned out the small bed on the kitchen side of the house and it needed some plants. The spot gets baking sun most of the day during the summer, so it isn’t a spot for sissy plants.
I bought four sedums, a succulent that will do well there, and four small pots of Siberian iris, on which I spent exactly $1.85.
I met drew f...Read More
It’s been a long and action-packed week, with some appliance swapping that necessitated furniture moving and hustling around.
I have had a six months of appliance issues. Most of the appliances are the same ones that were in the house when I moved in 1990, and they all still work, but the stove needed some work this winter, and while the fridge was fine, it was an obviously old side-by-side, which is one of the least rational designs ever created. It is impossible to put a frozen pizza in a side-by-side freezer, at least in this one, unless you take every single thing out of one shelf. Not practical.
So, now I have that done, and that’s good, and I cleaned up most of the kitchen as well, so that’s a good thing.
On the other hand, I’ve slept poorly the last two nights and I am a lit...Read More
slave drew and I acquired a motor scooter late last summer.
It is, to be clear, a scooter.
It is NOT a motorcycle.
I wouldn’t know the difference because I don’t know a thing about them, but trust me, I might be the only one.
We have put something like 350 miles on the scooter. That might not sound like a lot until you realize that our top speed is something ike 35, meaning that we don’t go on the highway.
We drive around neighborhoods. We go through a lot of alleys because we like seeing into people’s back yards, seeing what their gardens look like.
We drive through the parks. Louisville has a beautiful park system, much of it designed by Frederic Law Olmstead, who designed Central Park in New York City.
One of the things we both like is riding around at night, after the sun has set...Read More
For the first time since I started blogging – not that long, of course, but still – I didn’t blog yesterday at all.
I do have a fairly good reason.
My Internet provider had an “area outage.” My Internet went down about 3:15pm on Friday and, because I was online, I noticed immediately and called. They tried a couple of resets, they didn’t work, they decided it must be my equipment. They would have to send someone out to “recalibrate” it.
And the soonest they could get to me was Sunday at 2pm.
Crap. Crap. Crappity crap.
It’s amazing how disturbing that was. Forty-eight hours without Internet access? Would I survive.
Then, about two hours later, I thought to check my cable only to discover it was out, too...Read More
No, not capitals as in the capital of a state, although I will tell you that there are four state capitals with the word “City” in their names. Think about it. I’ll post the answer tomorrow.
In any case, no, what I mean is capital letters. While that might seem like an odd choice for a subject, it’s really not and it actually ties in with my recent speculations on BDSM and spirituality.
I have had a computer of some kind for literally 30 years or so now. My first computer was an Atari, one of the high-end ones that had a word-processing program. You saved the file to a tape in a special tape recorder.
It sounds almost ludicrous now. It was a lot like an old VCR where there was no random access, it was linear, basically...Read More
I told someone lately that for me, kink was at least as much about spirituality as it is about sexuality.
For me, one of the things that kink allows me to do is, in a way, test myself. We tell ourselves that the way you judge character is by how someone behaves when no one is watching, by how they behave when they can do whatever they want.
For me, a Master and slave type of relationship allows me that opportunity.
I have slaves. Neither of them have safewords, never have. Neither one has ever refused to do something I asked, either.
Both of them trust me implicitly. I could ask them to do anything, I imagine, and they would at least consider it, because they do trust me...Read More
I am kinky.
What that means to me is that I have significant interests that are outside those of the average person, particularly in terms of how I view and conduct personal and sexual relationships. Being kinky doesn’t mean the same thing to everyone, just as being rich doesn’t mean the same thing to everyone.
To one person, being rich means having a car that runs; to another, it might mean having a yacht. Lots of people are kinky to varying degrees, and in different ways. It’s unlikely that any two people who both claim to be kinky are kinky in exactly the same way, to exactly the same extent.
I am probably kinkier than many of you who will read this but it’s unlikely I’m kinkier than all of you.
The primary way in which I am kinky is in the kinds of relationships that interest...Read More
Those of you who might know slave drew might recognize that it’s nearly impossible to spend time with him without learning a fair amount about birds, animals, national parks, and the life of a whale. It’s his thing.
I often think, though, that I’d MUCH prefer that, if he’s going to memorize facts, they are facts about nature or animals. If he memorized facts about NASCAR or pro football, I might have to smack him. In a bad way.
So, we were in Florida in April and I routed us through a different course on the way home. Normally we’d have caught I65 at Nashville and taken it all the way back to Louisville, but we both dislike the truck traffic, so we cut through the middle of Tennessee and caught 65 north of Bowling Green.
Neither of us had ever gone that route before, and it was reall...Read More
I like knives.
I have liked knives for a long time. I don’t do cuttings with them, I use them mostly to threaten and intimidate those who like such things, and sometimes to leave scratches on the skin. I have never intentionally cut anyone with a knifes and if drew hadn’t moved his leg that one time, well, there was a bit of blood and, I think, a small bandaid was required…
I remember the first time I played with someone who was always one of my favorite playmates. He had worn a heavy metal cock ring and every time I tapped the knife blade on the ring, his cock would twitch.
One of my early submissives was a West Point grad and I used to enjoy laying a knife blade to his throat while he sat in front of me. Something about that posture with military training…
Years ago, I was talkin...Read More
Don’t we all love beginnings? Remember when you were a kid, those first days of school, when you had the brand new notebook with tons of empty pages, fresh and clean and pristine, and sharpened pencils, points so dangerous you couldn’t press too hard or you’d tear the paper?
Maybe you had a packet of pens, clear barrels with the black ink clearly visible, like a dip stick inside, ready to spell out words and formulas? Or a fresh box of crayons, all the same length and very uniform, before you had broken points and sharpened them, being forced to peel the paper away from the tips of your favorites, the red and black and blue.
There’s something freeing about beginnings, about the blank piece of paper in front of you, all the unwritten words swirling around in your head, waiting for you t...Read More