Life and Kink

I am feeling unreasonably good today, so far. (eyes are bugging me a bit but I’ve figured out that’s a chem exposure) I am not arguing with the good feeling but I am cautious about it. I got back on the elliptical today after 2 days of walking (and three trips on the stairs and, I grudgingly admit, a week of bad habits). Yoga is coming along nicely – 12 seconds for the plank! – and I’m feeling good about how Scotland is going to go.

I am so looking forward to the trip! There is so much to see and do that I have had to start working on our itinerary now. lol  I have made two restaurant reservations for us – one for tea and one for supper.  

We are having tea at the iconic Willow Tea Rooms in Sauchiehall Street.  The place looks absolutely beautiful and it just pulls on me.  Plus, they have gluten free items!

And for dinner I selected a place that also called to me (and Val said looked yummy):  The Witchery in Edinburgh. We will be eating in their Secret Garden room.  Isn’t it gorgeous?  It’s a powerful place.  The restaurant itself is about 40 years old but Castlehill and the Royal Mile have long, long histories and I am looking forward to seeing the city.  Val & I agreed we should have an elegant evening of dining and I think we will definitely find it there.  

Both places are looking to accommodate my food issues too.  Love the Scots.  So friendly and so willing to bend over backwards to ensure you’re happy.  

I have also tried to book us a meditation room at a place in Glasgow’s Merchant City called Ladywell.  Unfortunately, as they’re looking to do renovations (or, ghastly, may be closed), I couldn’t book yet.  I marked the date in my calendar to try again though.  

Eager?  Me?  Nah.

There is so much to do, so much to see!

Also going (semi) well, is the Shades of Pink story.

AFTER THIS POINT IF YOU ARE NOT AGE OF MAJORITY STOP READING.

Yeah, because that will help.  Nevertheless, if you are under the age of majority, you probably shouldn’t be reading this blog anyway.

BDSM features heavily in this story – bondage, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, impact play (flogging, spanking, etc) and D/s – and I am enjoying writing it.  I have two beta readers at the moment who are calling it swoon worthy and HOT.  So, I’m going to share this piece with you that I shared with one of them yesterday.  (Don’t worry kitty, you’re getting it today, when it’s done.)

Chelle’s hands were tied together at the head of the bed, her ankles had a spreader bar wedged between them and her ass was in the air.  That same ass was also on fire.  It was so hot she could imagine it was bright red with the fire of it.  There were stripes on her back that made the heat from her ass crawl to the base of her neck and stripes on her thighs that sent the heat to the backs of her knees. 

The heat was pain from the toys he had used on her.  Marcus had told her what each one was before he used it, trailing them over her back.  A flogger, three different paddles, a tawse – something she remembered from the classroom.  It was a long strip of thick leather divided down the middle and, second only to the flogger, it was her favourite.

No, she amended to herself, my favourite is the Hitachi. 

Marcus was being evil.  Every time she was good and accepted the punishment he was doling out, he would pause and touch the Hitachi to her pussy.  It was the strongest vibrator that had ever touched her.  Sometimes he used his fingers to fuck her and bring her to mind-blowing orgasms that made her scream into the bed.  Sometimes he didn’t.  It was in those moments she cursed every breath he took.  And that was what she was doing now. 

Chelle was bound so tightly she couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the torment.  She had long ago decided she’d rather have the pain than this.  Her jaw ached from grinding her teeth together to keep from swearing at him.  The last time she cussed him out he’d brought her to the brink of orgasm then taken the vibrator away and brought out the paddle that hurt most. He was rubbing the Hitachi lightly over her – up her inner thigh from her right knee, passing over her pussy without touching her clit, up the crack of her ass to touch her tight hole there.

Marcus chuckled when Chelle bolted forward at the feel of the vibrations there.  “I bet you didn’t know it was so sensitive, so open to being played with.  Did you, my pretty pet?”  He pulled the vibrator away and chuckled again as she moaned.

“I’ve had anal sex before,” she ground out, panting with the effort not to cum.  Sometimes he gave her the freedom to come as she wished while he tortured her pussy but this time he made a point of telling her not to.

A flare of fury and disappointment whipped through him and Marcus paused for a fraction of a second before getting it under control.  He made a decision right there that no one else was ever touching this woman and he set about making it so that if anyone tried she would compare them to him and find them lacking.  There was no way she was leaving this room without him firmly entrenched in her heart.

Marcus put the Hitachi down and turned to the long box on the dresser.  He reached inside and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with a chain between them then knelt on the bed.  He undid her wrists, leaving the cuffs on them, and helped Chelle to her knees.  He was pleased with the noises she was making – an odd combination of whimpering and growling he found endearing.  There was lust and murder in her half closed eyes and her lower lip was puffy where she’d been chewing on it. 

“Rotate your shoulders and stretch them out,” Marcus commanded.

Confused, Chelle opened her mouth to ask why.  She closed it again at the steel in his eyes and just did as he asked.  She reminded herself that she had trust and faith.  Then she moved to settle her bum on her heels and realized that the spreader bar wasn’t going to be comfortable.  So she stayed upright and did as she was told as he got up and moved behind her.

Beautiful isn’t it?  Obviously, editing is a must, but as it stands right now, I’m hoping it’s panty dampening (or cock thickening) and sets your pulse to racing.  If not, I’ll just have to work harder.

I have some dishes to do before I can keep writing.  I was inspired here and I had to do this before I lost it but the dishes are weighing on my mind and making me fidgety.  

Weird, I know, but what else could you possibly expect from me?

Muah

Consistency & Change

I have noticed lately that there has been a lot change in my life.  Ever since I let go of past ties and made decisions that will move me forward – not to mention the energy I’m putting out into the universe – good things have been happening.  People are more drawn to me; for instance, in this past week alone I have gained 4 more followers.   That may not mean much to some people, the well known ones – only 4 in a week – but after being stagnant in that regard for so long it means a lot.  I even have new Twitter followers.  (*waves at said new followers*  Hi! How are ya?) 

In my personal life, things are getting better.  Much better.  My writing is starting back up.  I like it.

Yet there is still a lot of consistency too – my best friends, my relationship with Peter (which is a consistent ebb and flow of growth and stangnacy, as most relationships are), my kids,  the things I see at the beach.  

Like this.  I see it every time I go down to the beach.  It's been there for at least  a year.

Like this. I see it every time I go down to the beach. It’s been there, somewhere on the path, for at least a year.

Even the two men who ask me to fuel their fetishes – the guy from yesterday, with that tie, and the one who comes to me to beat his ass and direct his self spankings.  

I love the changes that are happening for me.  I know that certain challenges are coming but I’m expecting them and am, therefore, armed to deal with them.  And the growth that I have been doing will allow me to deal with them with grace.  

*coughs*Most of the time *coughs*

And spring, as I’ve shown you recently, brings a lot of growth, a lot of changes in the landscape.  That’s what I have for you today.  I have a few treatments of the same picture of snowdrops (tiny white flowers) because I love the outcomes.  I have some purple for you and a couple different perspectives on the world.  

But first, fire in the sky…

One minute the world was steel grey.  Then the sun crested the horizon and set the clouds to flame.

One minute the world was steel grey. Then the sun crested the horizon and set the clouds to flame.

Snowdrops first I think.   

Snowdrops are tiny spring flowers, among the first to bloom when the season of rebirth begins.  I found some I really liked.

See?  Gorgeous.  And the grass behind them offers some perspective on their size.

See? Gorgeous. And the grass behind them offers some perspective on their size.

Yeah, I turned up the brightness and contrast a bit. 😀 I like it.  But then, me being me, I opened the Hue/Saturation thingy (the word escapes me) and turned the saturation all the way down to get this:

It's striking, isn't it?

It’s striking, isn’t it?

Then!  I was scrolling the filters and I found the lighting effects!  Of course I had to play with it!  Look what happened…

I shifted the light source around and played with the depth of it (depth? ...sure) until it looked right to me.  I love the final product.

I shifted the light source around and played with the depth of it (depth? …sure) until it looked right to me. I love the final product.

Beautiful.

I have a picture up next that my friend kitty (not her real name) says is hard to look at because it screws with her eyes.  It’s an upside down picture of a tiny flower called (I think) a squill.  It’s a six-petal, early blooming flower that likes to peek its head out of the snow.  Once again, it’s one that I took without seeing the viewfinder.  I pretty much laid the camera lens up on the ground for this.  The flower is out of focus, even with the sharpening filter, but I still think the photo is pretty.

Yep, chain link fence.

Yep, chain link fence.

Next is the peridot.  It’s a tiny, iris-like flower that is growing like …well, a weed… throughout the lawn.  They’re maybe the size of a half dollar coin (US) and to take the picture I had to get down on my knees, stick my ass in the air and try, try, try to see what the heck my view finder was seeing.  

I ended up with this.

I don't know why my camera is taking such long distance shots when it's set on super macro. :/

I don’t know why my camera is taking such long distance shots when it’s set on super macro. :/

Peter pointed out that there is one peridot in focus.  So I isolated it and ended up with a pretty picture, IMO.

Still a little weird on the focus.

Still a little weird on the focus.

Oh wow!  That’s all of them folks.

I am going to get some writing done and make some bacon and eggs.  Probably in that order since Peter still has to do the dishes.  *chuckles*

Have a fantastic Sunday, folks!

Muah!

 

Spring Three – Macros!

Good day, peeps!   I am in a spectacularly good mood.   It is a beautifully, painfully sunny morning, I have good music in my ears, I’m researching my trip and I am setting up a self-bondage tie for a pita friend of mine.  And I am being evil.  I should make him get a magic wand/hitachi.  Hmmm…   *asks if he has one*

This is the (rather badly drawn) tie I'm having him do.  I have many talents.  Drawing isn't one of them. *chuckles*

This is the (rather badly drawn) tie I’m having him do. I have many talents. Drawing isn’t one of them. *chuckles*

While I’m waiting for his answer, let us continue with today’s blog.   

Last in my ‘Holy crap, do I ever need to catch up!’ series is the macros.  Tomorrow will be the pics I took last week and we’ll be all caught up and on schedule for photos! 

Oh! Joy!  He does have a wand massager.  Excellent.

First in our parade here are two pictures that amused me to take and amused me more when I saw them enlarged.  One picture I took just for the pretty… well, and because the pretty was in an odd place.  Two pictures that were fascinating and one last one because I loved what was going.  All pictures have had my usual assortment treatments done to them, depending on what they needed.  

Oh, just as a warning, the ‘Icy Gator’ picture is a little fuzzy.  Kind of hard on the eyes but its very abstract nature is what makes it what it is as a photo, I think.

Why don’t we do that one first?   This was taken on our walk amidst the melty ice on the public beach.  I couldn’t see the viewfinder (because I wasn’t sure I could get up if I got down) so I had no idea that it focused on the pier rather than what was right in front of it.  Ridiculous camera.  😉 When I got home and looked at the enlarged picture, all I could see was a fuzzy alligator made of ice.

See it?

See it?  

This next one was something I saw in the sand where the melt water was carving into the large hillocks and dunes created by the winter storms.  What I saw, immediately, was a village carved into the sand.  The whole thing was less than a foot high so of course I had to take pictures of it.

See?  Reminds me of an Indiana Jones movie.

See? Reminds me of an Indiana Jones movie.

Next we have the pretty.  On the weekends, I have a habit of stepping outside while I’m waiting on the kettle.  I look at the changes Mother Nature has wrought over night and get a feel for the day.  Peter has had these mats hanging over the railing trying to detox them for  weeks now.  That particular morning I was out just after sunrise, before the frost had a chance to crack and begin to melt.  I liked the sparkle on here and tried to capture it and the perspective I saw it from.

How pretty is my world?

How pretty is my world?

Walking along I found thing I can only figure is half of a locker door – like the kind you find in a high school hallway.  It was rusty and falling apart, almost unidentifiable.  I, of course, loved it.

The colours are beautiful.   The textures are amazing.

The colours are beautiful. The textures are amazing.

The next one is from the same area (and is our second last for the day).  I love the way the pebbles look against the rust.  And the perspective, starting with the slightly fuzzy sand, the sharper focus of the mid-ground and then the gleam of the pebbles, is wonderful.  

It's gorgeous, no?   I definitely live in a pretty world.  I love it.

It’s gorgeous, no? I definitely live in a pretty world. I love it.

And finally, one of my favourite things – the birch tree.  I don’t remember why I fell in love with the tree when I was small.  I think it had something to do with learning that the bark can be used as paper.  I came upon this driftwood while walking with The Boyfriend and just had to take a picture.  I love the lines and the colours.  I love that it looks like a fish and a mouth.  

What do you think?  Isn't it gorgeous?

What do you think? Isn’t it gorgeous?

 That’s it for me, folks.  I’ll try and get the last set posted tomorrow.   And hopefully, it won’t take me all day like it did this one.  I had good reason for it taking all day though  *smug, satisfied grin* 

“Oooo!  A double photoblog weekend!  Thanks, Caity!”

You are so welcome!  😉

I’m off to make dinner.  Oh I know that cauliflower pizza sounds gross but it’s really not.  Try it.

Muah! 

Romantic Drivel ;)

This may be one of the most romantic things I’ve ever written.  That’s including the entire romance between Anna and Liam!  I showed it around a little yesterday and had three women pretty much react with sighs of “awwwwwwwwwww  I want that!” and one (decidedly male) man fight not to grin even as he told me it was “cute.”

Marcus put his fingers under her chin and lifted her face until he could meet her eyes.  “Say it again.”

Her lashes fluttered over her eyes for a moment then she met his denim blues.  “I’m in love with you.”  Her breath stopped as she waited.

Seeing the truth in her eyes, his fingers slid around her throat, thumb caressing her cheek, until he could shove his hand into her hair and cradle her head.  “I’ve been in love with you since the first day you walked on to the compound.”  Chelle’s lips parted on a gasp and Marcus took advantage of the situation by claiming her mouth with his.

Cute?!?  

I think not.

He did manage to acquit himself by reminded me that he IS very male.  *laughs*

What say you?  Cute or sigh-worthy?

Spring Two

What a fantastic weekend!  I hope you all enjoyed your Easter.

We didn’t do much to celebrate – food mostly.  My kids were with their dad’s side of the family and completely understanding of the exceptional level of broke that I am.  I pay my bills and there’s not much room for anything else.  I’d rather keep the roof over our heads than buy them chocolate.  They know that and prefer it that way.

I have good kids.

I also have here four pictures of ice for you.

“Oh… how exciting…”   

Truuuuust me…

I love this kind of cubbyhole where this waterfall resides.  I was there again yesterday and there’s still a snow pack along side of it but this gorgeous-ness was gone.

I did play with the hue & saturation and contrast in this mostly because I love the hits of colour - rust on the concrete, a tiny touch of green showing through the ice.  I wanted to see it better.

I did play with the hue & saturation and contrast in this mostly because I love the hits of colour – rust on the concrete, a tiny touch of green showing through the ice. I wanted to see it better.

I really changed the hue and the saturation on this next one because I think it looks better.  It looks alien.  I’m including it here not because it’s a spectacular photo – it’s not, it’s grainy and there’s no real perspective or focus – but because of the treatment.  The purple sky and grey ice shifts this picture from ho hum to (at least mildly) interesting.  It brings out the textures better, in my opinion.  

See what I mean?

See what I mean?

 

Sandbars made of ice and snow created this amazing shoreline pool.  It was a multi-coloured, multi-depth, otherworldly puddle of awesomeness.  I did tweak the contrast and brightness to draw out some of the more surreal characteristics better.

Isn't it beautiful?

Isn’t it beautiful?

And I saved the best for last.  Again I fiddled with the contrast a wee bit.  

Can you guess what it is?

It's a slab of ice half buried in the sand.  Under the water.  It looks like a nebula or something.  Totally out of this world.  It is my favourite picture.

It’s a slab of ice half buried in the sand. Under the water. It looks like a nebula or something; totally out of this world. It is my favourite picture.

I’m off to try and make progress in the Shades of Pink story.  It’s time to put pen to paper!

Erm…

It’s time to put fingers to keyboard! 

Have a fabulous day, everyone! 

Muah

Spring on the Beach

Time to catch up with my photo blogs!  I have been so negligent but, honestly, with the winter being so fierce and me reacting so badly to cold being outside to take photos has been difficult.  I have close to three dozen pictures to share with you so I’m breaking it up into three blogs; I had to break it up into themes – Ice, Beach and Macro.  Given that it’s spring on the Great Lakes there is some overlap.   This blog is close to a dozen pictures all by itself.  Although I might eliminate that one, since it’s a duplicate, just treated differently.

I have to preface them all with this picture:

Every week I've been talking a picture (most weeks, snow is monotonously WHITE) out the kitchen door to watch the changes.  I am happy to see this!  All this green!

Every week I’ve been talking a picture (most weeks, snow is monotonously WHITE) out the kitchen door to watch the changes. I am happy to see all this green!

The rest of the pictures were taken with my camera and with my phone.  They’ve had their contrast tweaked, their colours enhanced to make them look better and bring out my vision.  I took them over a couple of weeks and the only thing I can say about their timeline continuity is that ice melts as it gets warmer. 😉

Nah. I’ll try and get them in order.

This is down at the private beach, looking north.  It was a beautiful day.

This is down at the private beach, looking north. It was a beautiful day.

I took this photo with the camera just above water level. It was a risky shot but totally worth it.  I couldn't even see what I was photographing.

I took this photo with the camera just above water level. It was a risky shot but totally worth it. I couldn’t even see what I was photographing.

Same day, again.  This is from halfway up the stairs.  I love the line of ice at the horizon.

Same day, again. This is from halfway up the stairs. I love the line of ice at the horizon.

The following week, Peter and I went to the main beach.  These next photos are from there.  It, too, was a gorgeous day.  This is a colour splash treatment.   I think it looks great. I like The Boyfriend being the only thing in colour. Sometimes happens for me ;)

The following week, Peter and I went to the main beach. These next photos are from there. It, too, was a gorgeous day. This is a colour splash treatment. I think it looks great. I like The Boyfriend being the only thing in colour. Sometimes happens for me 😉

The colours of the water were amazingly varied.  If you didn't like that shade of blue, go five feet down and you could see a different one.  Looking out to the horizon offered several shades.

The colours of the water were amazingly varied. If you didn’t like that shade of blue, go five feet down and you could see a different one. Looking out to the horizon offered several shades.

I toyed with the contrast/brightness in this and the previous picture.  Actually, I did in the next two too.  I wanted to show you what I saw, and then some.  I see the super sunny day through an amber filter (sunglasses) due to intense photophobia.  It makes the world more vibrant in many cases.

I toyed with the contrast/brightness in this and the previous picture. Actually, I did in the next two too. I wanted to show you what I saw, and then some. I see the super sunny day through an amber filter (sunglasses) due to intense photophobia. It makes the world more vibrant in many cases.

 

Taken from the boardwalk.

Taken from the boardwalk.

I was sitting on the beach with my camera held low for this one.

I was sitting on the beach with my camera held low for this one.

 

And that’s it for this portion of “Caity’s photo catch up!” Thank you for playing. 😉  

Have a fantastic day!  

Muah!

 

Great Scot! An Adventure!

*grins*  So, if you follow my Facebook you will already know this:

 

I am going to Scotland!

 

Yeah baby!  That’s right, my lifelong dream is coming true!  Flight is booked.  Accommodation is booked.  And, because I’m me, lists are being made and research is being done.  Two weeks in the country I’ve been waiting to go to since I was five years old.  Even at 5 I knew that Scotland was somewhere I was going to be.  Somewhere I had to be.

But!  

I am not going alone.  I will have the company of bestie Val.  There are people I wish I could take too, like Momma, but that will have to be another time.  

I am so excited that I can hardly sit still.  

There are so many things to consider, so many things to work on.  

For instance, trying to get everything I want to see into two weeks.  (Val says she’s along for the ride.  *laughs*  Going to be the best ride ever!)  I want to do Glasgow, Edinburgh, Stirling, Inverness and the Isle of Skye.  I also need to make time to go to Troon to see a wee friend of mine – that is, provided his Gran allows it.  

Sadly, things will need to be eliminated from our visit bucket list, for two reasons.  One, I don’t have the stamina to run around and see everything.  Part of every day will have to be set aside to rest so that I can enjoy the trip to the fullest.  Two, 15 days – 13 if you consider the fact that two are for flying – just isn’t enough to see everything and enjoy it.

I have family and friends in the UK and I hope to get to see as many of them as possible, though some will have to come to me I think.  

To prepare for the trip, because I live with so much chronic pain, I need to pretty much train myself to be a tourist, like an athlete trains for a competition.  That involves aerobic exercise like we talked about in the mitochondria post and stamina training.  It means adjusting my meds as necessary and changing my diet (again, like discussed in the mitochondria post) in order to maximize my health.

Oh yeah, this is serious motivation. 

It has also been partly responsible for getting my brain back in gear.  This winter has been so fierce and such a downer that I haven’t been able to focus.  I’ve also had a major stressor that has crushed me.  I’ve resolved the issue and the stress is now considerably less.  I worry about the consequences but not as much as I did.  And definitely not as much as I worried about what would happen if I did nothing.

I feel lighter, brighter and considerably happier.   And that means I can get back to writing.  I am weeks behind my Shades of Pink deadline.  I’ve resolved the issue I had with that story so it will flow more easily.  

I’m excited about life.  I haven’t been in a while now and I’m pleased to get it back.

This is the song resonating with me this morning (before 7 am!) so I’m going to share it with you.  And then I’m going to feed my cat before he chews on my ankles.

Have a GREAT day!  

Muah!