Just the Flax, Ma'am

The weather this past week was so lovely, I got a good 10 miles of hiking, in it! Oh glorious warmth!

And today, grudging My ass out the door for a 5 mile walk with a buddy of mine, well, it's going less swimmingly. It's important to keep My head crushing thighs tight, although this overcast bullshit weather, just ain't right!

In other news….

My recent conversion of dietary fixation is raw flax seed with My meals. Oh yummy Omega-3s swimming in My veins… It might be a placebo effect, yet this week while grinding My groove on these sweet little seeds, My body's felt a bit more smooth, chipper. I felt some kind of OOMPH with each little tablespoon of golden goodness. Thanks to the slave who bought Me the ultra fancy coffee grinder, that I've converted to a supplement slusher!

Oh – sidebar – flax seeds do not crush gently into that good night, with a standard mortar and pestle. Gotta get the blades out!

I'm being tutored by a Master I've much esteem for, and recent studies, at My request, are wrestling maneuvers. I've got a live submissive slave who gets ultra aroused by a strong girl, crushing him under her half nelsons…

I'll, keep you posted.

Psst... I'm in the mood to - bump a BUCK off My normal rate! Think this Valentine's bug is catching (oh!)... Over in Niteflirt land, I'm charging $1.98 a minute, on My top 5 rated listings there! How 'bout that!?

Smart boy on sabbatical

After a fairly glorious weekend of sun, we've entered into the overcast blah zone this week. Lots of rain and grey darkness during the day. Mistress likes sun on her skin, more than mist.

I've been sad about losing Conan O'Brien for late night company, in between talking with the likes of you. He's such a zany man, and intelligent. I've started researching the boy since he and NBC said farewell. His father a doctor at Harvard, his mother a lawyer, he himself a valedictorian and a magna cum laude graduate of Harvard.

You know what boys with big brains do to Me… *purr….

Granted his awkward redness and pale skin do distract, but I think he'd be a tolerable playmate. Don't you?

Come back soon Conan. Many of us miss you.

Flog bytes

Hello little sodomites and troglodytes! Oh, I assume too much…

The new year has snuck up on Me, and overturned My get up and go. I'm feeling a bit frumped and overwhelmed. Getting taxes in order, filing this form and that. Oh the horror…. *hehe

I do so enjoy your demise. And those little grunty moans you bring out to play ;) And now for something completely different:

My hand, and a juicy wench, January 2010. Yummy, hm?

Tonight, if you'd believe Me, I'm getting together with a friend in the BDSM community. He's a national title holder (Master/slave) and we're doing a lesson on florentine flogging. We've got a nice plump girl to work on. Apparently when working on aim, it's good to work with larger targets, then move to the skinny bitches later! Heheh

Caning, spanking, crushing nuts, THESE things I have plenty of practice in. Very curious to see how flogging feels. Giving it, anyway!! More later!

Restless sucking

Alright, it's too fucking cold out and I'm resenting it.

I'm feeling pent up and chilly since this cold front hit, and I'm restless. A bit like a caged animal. Do you like hiking in 29 degree F weather? Helll no…

The only upside to enjoying a forest or park in this weather? You own the land. No one else wants to be out there freezing their nuts off, so you get the whole place to yourself, typically.

(can you guess which one is Me?)

And today's saving grace, is a Pomegranate Tootsie Pop that I brought back from Seattle. I'm sucking on it, even as I type. Was visiting Seattle for the holidays, and stuffed a few of these in my leather jacket pocket, at the insistence of an older family friend.

Something about a candy dish with hard candy in it, and a grey haired friend with and many stories and laughs, makes me feel nostalgic, and loved.

Ah, there I've found it. The warmth I was seeking. Guess it only took a few moments of reflection, hm?

Naked head

We're so close, aren't we? Just days away from the presents, the family, and oh god the lovely warmth and anxiety our kin can bring. I let it sneak up on Me, act like I'm really not concerned, then Christmas Eve, I'm sentimental and sappy.

And here's a strange trend - I heard recently that winter is death's favorite season. Something along the lines of people being 4 times more likely to die during the holiday season.

Ho fucking Ho, eh?

I considered a long hike today, while listening to a podcast of Marc Maron (comedian, www.wtfpod.com), however it looks like it's barely going to bust 40 degrees F, and you know what? It's fucking Christmas. Exercise is overrated.

Today's unusual fetish call came from a young man who craved feminization. But wait, there's more. He wants to be a bald woman. We talked for nearly 30 minutes about shaving his head, using scissors, then his Norelco triple blade, then topping it off with a nice Nair treatment. Perhaps a layer of Coco Butter, before of course drugging him, and letting him wake up tied down, under a pink canopy bed, with double D breast implants.

I'd create images of the breasts, the nipples, his sweet nether regions, but the thing that made this boy moan and whimper the loudest? Shaving off that noggin of his.

Ah, My sweet little freaks, bless you.

Ho Ho Sale - $1.98, aint that great?

I'm in the mood for love... simply because you're near Me...

Here's a weekend sale that might last, depending on My mood! $1.98 a minute, on My top 5 listings. Bring it on!!