Goodbye Yellow Brick Road...

Hm, it has been a bit quiet lately... I moved my blog to another location... To find out where I've gone, you'll need to email me... good bye my dears, blogger it's been fun and a long couple of years but it's time for a change...

Sh…. It’s oh so quiet…

Wow, I didn’t realise that posting has become so slow round these parts. Mike and I have been posting on Secrets of the Manor and in hiding.

We’re not hiding from anybody really we’ve just started to have time to ourselves now, though I do desire him when we are out with other people.

I find myself more and more intoxicated by him when we’re out with other people, just the other night we went out to dinner with a friend of ours, since it was just the three of us, she sat with him and I sat opposite. Since she was new to this place, Mike was explaining the menu to her; I watched his body language and the way he interacted with her. I watched the way his mouth moved when he was describing what was inside a particular dish. When he was finished he would look up at me and smile with that particular glint in his eyes… it’s one of my favourite glints, it’s the go into the bedroom, strip and get on the bed on all fours glint.

Mike is so smooth and articulate when he speaks to others, his tone is always soft and low and he growls on certain inflections in words. I desire him so much when we are out with others, the way he gets passionate about things and the way we debate about political affairs over coffee and when he wants to calm me down he just smiles and says “Kitten, kitten… What larks we have.”

He’s so right…

Panic on the streets of London…

7.40- Mike wakes late
8.20- He leaves for work… in a rush.

I didn't get to say a proper good bye, I just kissed him and rolled over and went back to sleep.

9.30- Mike calls: “The underground has been shut down.”
9.34- Get on the news… there was an explosion at Aldgate station. Call Mike and tell him to come home.

Within that time there where six more explosions on the London Underground and on the buses, which were packed because the Underground is closed. I panicked; I can't get a hold of my husband… Yes, I thought of the worse first.

I thought that at the age of 22, I'd be a widow; I hadn't even said I loved him before he left. Fear shook me, I couldn't stand, I was crying, I tried to keep my composure but there was no one around, it seemed silly to try. The city of London has ground to a halt, mass hysteria is on the streets… where is my husband?

This has come at a bad time; this has come during the G8 summit, where the world leaders are coming together to make a change. Yes, I still have some sliver of faith in mankind… I'm still young, I'm not fully jaded and I still care.

Another bomb goes off… where is my husband?
I can't help myself, I'm afraid.

Mike calls, he's okay, he's trying to get home… there aren't any over ground trains coming our way yet. He waits at the station; he doesn't seem frightened or fearful, whereas I'm a nervous wreck.

I can't share with you what is going on, I can't show you the fear that everyone is experiencing, I can't express the fear I have knowing that Mike might not make it home to me.

An hour later, he calls and says he's on a train… he's coming home… thank goodness… But London is still in severe disorder and there's panic on the streets… I've never experienced this before… only 9/11 but it didn't affect me all the way in California. I could only sit, watch and wait. Now here, I'm doing the same, I'm just sitting, watching and waiting. Waiting... waiting for what's next.

Phones...

We lay in bed together, smelling each other, stroking each other. Smiling, kissing and gently loving each other tenderly. I let my right hand slide down his chest and the dip where his thigh meets his torso, I tickled him for a moment only to hear him giggle. I then moved my hand over to his stiffening cock and I unabashedly took hold of it, massaging it and stroking his balls.

He rolled over on his side and let his fingers explore me, they moved over my skin and it felt like silk, enticing me and causing me to sigh.

“Do you want my cock inside you Kitten?”
“Uh huh.” I nodded, Mike started to rise, he was to mount me and I was ready for it- Then the phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey!” It was my best friend on the other line, since she lives in the states; I thought I shouldn't hang up on her and I haven't spoken to her in a while… However, I couldn't also let a perfectly good ecretion go either. While I was on the phone talking about all of life's problems, I stroked his cock. He just laid back and smiled, I talked about my problems she shared hers…damn it was good to hear her voice, I missed her, we've been friends for 11 years.

In the middle of her telling me something about her work, Mike rolled back over again, his hand landed on my soaking wet cunt.

“Hmm, it's very hot Kitten.” He whispered softly in my ear. Mike has this wonderful voice, this deep and commanding voice that hits me right to the core. When he whispers, he growls, when he growls, I'm wet.

I started giggling like a child.

“What's so funny?” She asked me over the phone.
“Nothing… I'm sorry, continue.” I answered back. Mike took that as a sign for him to continue as well. He started to probe deep in side, drawing moisture onto my clit and stroking it softly. I giggled and squirmed underneath his fingertips trying to contain myself.

Mike kept working me as I kept working him, drawing out his orgasm.

“So, what's been going on?”
“Oh, noooooothing *sigh* at all going ooooonnnn here.”
“Is everything okay?” She asked. Oh, yes, everything was wonderful.
“Yeah, everything's fine. Listen can I call you back tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure.” I didn't even let her say good-bye; I hung up the phone and dropped it. Mike got up and on his knees, he was going to mount me but I stopped him and pulled his hips close to my face.

It's been a while; I almost forgot the sweet taste of it. I greedily devoured his cock, taking the whole of it into my mouth as the tip hit my tonsils and I swallowed it down. He moaned and continued to work my clit; I gave my muffled moans underneath his firm grip.

My tongue massaged and rubbed it, licking and sucking, tasting and lovingly caressing his cock. He worked me harder as he fucked my mouth hard and fast. I could feel my orgasm mounting as he called out: “I'm coming Kitten!”
I relaxed and let the orgasm wash over me from head to toe, and he came deep into my mouth. When he finished I wiped him clean with the tip of my tongue and he laid down beside me and held me and we both came down together.

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear Master
happy birthday to you!

Joyeux anniversaire
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag
Έχετε καλά γενέθλια
よい誕生日を持ちなさい
...and all that

You're getting sleepy (part 1)

Mike and I, being the strange people that we are always look for new avenues to broaden our horizons in the world of kink. Between us there have been and this isn't the full list: Coffins, shadow play, exhibitionism, bodybags, electricity play, watersports (don't ask), Pony girl, puppy play, suspension, public play, branding and now Hypnotism!

Mike and I went to Coffee Cake and Kink and discovered this book: 'Look Into My Eyes' by Peter Masters. We flipped through it and both agreed that we should give it a go, so we purchased and here we are now.

After a thorough read and some notes, I was beginning to get sleepy, very sleepy. Actually, that's not how it went.

This book is a fabulous book! If you're looking to make a woman your sex slave, then this book is not for you. If you're looking to pick up some person at the bar, then this book is not for you. This also isn't a threrapy book or anything that can heal you... mentally. What this book does is put the person in a frame of mind to explore fantasies and role play... without distractions, it can also help you break down certain sexual barriers and inhibitions that one might have. But there is the caveat that both parties have to totally trust each other as one is giving up control of their mind... in effect.

This book is a serious book, explaining what you should never do and what it won't do, it's also cautious; explaining that a mind is a very fragile and potentially dangerous thing to play with. With that being said, the book also talks about what you can do... which is quite a thing!

So we began. I sat on the couch and Mike sat next to me, after explaining what he was going to do, he talked me through relaxation and entranced me. When I got to that stage Mike walked me through a series of exercises, like clasping my hands together and trying to pull them apart... which I couldn't do and I found it VERY frustrating as Mike had told me under trance that they were stuck together.

We've decided to blog about each experiment... no matter how short or strange to track progress, which should be fun!

Back in black...

...And blue.

I'm finding it difficult to sit these days...and this week is hell!

Sunday was okay, in fact Sunday was great. Mike and I went to the London Fetish Fair with Dave and Am, we all made some lovely purchases... Except for this: Dave and Am, Rattan = ouch!!! Under the influence of Dave, Mike bought a rattan cane, which he loves and thanks Dave immensely for pointing him in that direction. I knew this time would come but I wasn't thinking it would be Sunday. However, before I get into the cane, I should also say that Mike purchased a large wooden paddle and a crop (we've gone through 3 now) I also got him another crop, only because it was fabulous... Mike has a picture of it on his blog.

When we got home that night, Mike was experimenting with all of his new toys and loving every minute of it, while I tore a hole into the pillow with my teeth. The decision was the crops were painful yet pleasurable and the cane and wooden paddle are for severe punishment...

Monday brought disaster. For those who don't know the strange history of us here's a run down: When Mike and I met... no wait, I need to speed this along. Mike owns a flat and his ex girlfriend (they were together for 15 years) is still living there. A year and a half ago Mike put that flat up for sale... the market has been low and etc, so noone is house buying. Until 3 months ago, someone looked at it liked it and wanted to buy it... which made all 3 of us very happy.

It came down to where contracts were to be signed on Tuesday, which was all good until Monday afternoon, when his lawyers (or solicitors) called Mike's solicitor and said that he didn't want to proceed with the sale. A LITTLE LATE DON'T YOU THINK MATE?? So we've busted our asses to get this guy everything he wanted for 3 months while there was no deposit and the flat was pulled off the market so noone could even look at it.

Which leads to Wednesday's depression and day of crying and consoling and now Thursday... a day of rest... not really.

I'm not really sure what I can do to help the situation except for to be a good wife and do the best I can... whatever that is.