All I want to do at the moment is use up all of our 20 meters of rope, cuffs, spreader bars and take our pink handled flogger to work on my brat’s helpless body.

In an ideal world, I’d follow that up with some damn good consensual rape. It’s not like she’d have a choice in the matter, is it? But then, she wouldn’t be saying “no”, anyway.

Unfortunately, it’s the weekend and kids and general exhaustion mean that what’s actually going to happen is “Fuck all” as usual.

Roll on Monday morning!

I did make Sushi for the first time today, though. Considering it takes ten years to train to be a sushi chef, I didn’t do too badly. The nigiri fell apart, but the hosomaki worked better. On the whole, I’m not gonna be putting another notch on my culinary belt just yet, but at least next time brat obsesses about wanting loads of sushi, I’m prepared.

Whether or not she just gets a dab of Wasabi somewhere delicate will, of course, depend on how insistent she is about it…

We’re going through one of those periods where it’s hard to get up any interest in any kind of playtime. We have them now and again - always have.

The good thing is that our roles aren’t changing. My brat is still well and truly collared and obedient, I’m still as domineering and in charge as ever, it’s just that with one thing and another neither of us has the time or energy to get to grips with each other sexually right now.

One thing that’s sometimes hard to remember is that what we have isn’t just play. The reality of living a life where the “traditional” values of the man being in charge and the woman doing as she’s told are formalised and somewhat “kinkified” mean that brat doesn’t always get bent over and paddled. I don’t always don the leather pants and send her to the corner while I get horny over her misery.

In a lot of ways, how we’re living right now is almost indistinguishable from yer average vanilla relationship, and in a way, that’s just how it should be. After all, there are vanilla relationships out there where the rules that brat lives under would seem decidedly liberating.

The difference - aside from the fact that there’s a metal ring locked around her neck and a chest full of torture equipment in the kitchen - is that we both walked into this lifestyle with our eyes open. It’s quite possible that anyone reading this blog could point to a previous relationship where the abuse was anything BUT consensual. We, on the other hand, have gone to great lengths to solidify a good, working base on which to draw. From the bedrock of the Contract and the commitment we made to one another last Samhain we can rely completely on each other to fulfil our chosen roles.

Now, there is a perception, perhaps, that being a Master is a soft option. Sit back, lounge around, having your every whim catered for by the slave at your feet.

The reality is that it’s hard bloody work. Kids are easy to handle compared to a grown adult who isn’t so ready to accept commands without question. It’s not so easy, having to plan not just your life and finances, but someone elses’ too. The pressure to always make the right decision, to always ensure that her needs are met and she’s not feeling neglected, abused or ignored is intense and constant. As her Owner, it’s my duty to ensure the good health of my girl - mentally and physically - so that she may perform her duties to the best of her ability and please me in the way that I wish. I must provide the grounding upon which her service is based.

I’m her rock, her anchor, her point of calm, strength and sanity. It’s not something that can be switched off or something you can take a holiday from. It’s life. It’s tough - and sometimes, when my nose is streaming, or my ankles or knees are aching, or my eyes are drooping from lack of sleep - sometimes it really does feel like too much of a hassle. But she’s my girl, my property. I accept her service with gratitude and grace because she’s worth it.

I’ve made her worthy of it and I’m proud of my achievements with her.

Well, we were going to have a good spanky, shaggy session on Friday, but a stupid infection that one of the kids brought home has put paid to that.

We had to keep the poor thing off school on Friday, then my poor brat managed to pick up whatever it was that night and spend Friday night and Saturday hunched over in the bathroom.

Who said a Master/slave relationship wasn’t fun?

Now everyone’s relatively well, we have a long weekend - just to confuse our US readers, we’re in the UK don’tcha know, we’re not suddenly starting to celebrate MLK day. The teachers at the kids’ school decided today would be a good day to do some training.

Meanwhile, here I am, desperately wanting to get to grips with that sexy, spankable ass and totally unable until Thursday (Tuesday - gym,Wednesday - work)!

Oh yeah, and I managed to screw the computer up, so now I’m trying to remember how to use Linux.

“Normal” being a relative term…

last night we had a little bit of a play and brat got her first spanking in what feels like forever.

I have to say, it’s good to be home! Ah the joy of seeing a good glowing bottom once again!

Tomorrow is our tenth anniverary. Yes, we’ve been together a whole decade, and life has never been as good as it’s been this last year or so.

We’re going for a meal on Friday to celebrate, but before that we have all of tomorrow daytime completely to ourselves. I have tentatively planned to treat her to some seriously sensuous all-over flogging - I’ll let you know what actually happens.

As for the story…it’s been a long time since I committed myself to writing fiction, for the very good reason that I become distracted and/or bogged down way too easily. When it’s finished, I’ll post it here…

Promise!

There’s not been a hell of a lot of personal stuff posted here lately.

A lot of this has been to do with the six week self-imposed break we needed to take over the christmas period where things just got too hectic to be true. Now, this wasn’t a break from the lifestyle. I’m still in charge and brat still wears her collar with pride and obeys me in all things, but we just haven’t had time to put aside for any play. The most intimate we’ve been since November has been a bit of mutual masturbation and lots of late night cuddles. We just haven’t had the energy or motivation to indulge after day after day of planning and freaking out over Christmas.

Well, we hoped to resume normal activities on Thursday when the kids returned to school, but nature had different plans. Brat’s contraception of choice is the Implanon contraceptive implant. It’s wonderful not to have to worry about unexpected pregnancies for three years at a time, but the downside is that those events that should be monthly become quarterly or even bi-annual. And when they come, they come with a vengeance. And come it did, right on cue, on New Years’ Day.

Joy and rapture. As I’m really not into sex that resembles a scene from a schlock horror movie massacre, the poor girl has been off-limits for the week, which has frustrated us both to say the least.

Hopefully I’m not jumping the gun here, but the flow seems to be subsiding. Yeah, you guessed it - just in time for the weekend. A guy just can’t catch a break, y’know?

With any luck, I may well be able to get my hands on my naughty girls’ ass after the weekend.

Until then, there’s a bit of fiction I’m working on. Want a taster?

“He just stood, laconic, relaxed, totally in his place, self-contained and stolid. And looking - not staring, just looking - right at her.

No, that was wrong. he wasn’t looking AT her, but into her. She couldn’t put her finger on how she felt it, but he seemed, in that maybe two or three seconds when their gazes connected, he seemed to look right into her - into her soul.

Astounded and nonplussed, she looked down, blushing at the openness she’d felt. When she looked again, just a heartbeat later, he had disappeared. Mouth open, she quickly scanned the bar area for him, but he was nowhere to be seen……..”

I’ve got a few other things to do first, but hopefully it should be complete by tomorrow night.

I should explain, by the way, that I’m an unapologetic template nut and am absolutely obsessed with finding just the right look. Hence the regular change of decor here at Castle Fitz. I wouldn’t hope for an end to it any time soon. I’m just not the kind of person who can settle on one style, sorry!

Here’s a meme borrowed from Maggie, Padme, Tiggr and a load of other people!

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be? Some eccentric milionnaire who’s sick of their fortune and decided to randomly accord all their wealth to the first name he sticks a pin in in the phone book.
When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart? Of course, you have to put a coin in it to release it, so if you don’t return it, you lose a pound! Sneaky devils!
In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener? I prefer to listen
Do you take compliments well? Kinda. I have to believe them, though…
Are you an active person? Up until Christmas, yeah, I’m as active as anyone else who has far to much to do and no time to do it….On Christmas day itself, no way!
If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive? Shit, yeah! My girl would freak if she couldn’t see a plug socket, but I’d be more than happy living in a cave or something - well, maybe a cave with broadband internet…
Do you like to ride horses? Never have, unless you count donkeys at the seaside! I do like jodphurs and riding boots on a girl, though, so I could be persuaded…
Did you ever go to camp as a kid? Many times. Good memories!
What was your favorite game as a kid? Gods, I can’t remember. Isnt that sad?
A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you? Is the Hubby chasing, too?

Are you judgmental? Not at all. I might not like doing it myself, but if it floats your boat, it’s all good.
Do you like to pursue or be pursued? Neither. I prefer to connect mutually.
Use three words to describe yourself. Empathic, decisive, knackered.

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind? Deaf.

Are you continuing your education? You never stop learning
Do you know how to shoot a gun? Yep. Not that I’ll ever shoot at a living target. At least I hope not.
How often do you read books? All the time. Mostly on the can. Hey, I’m male, what can I do?
Do you think more about the past, present or future? The present. No question.

What is your favorite children’s book? The Hobbit, or The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

Have you kissed any of your MySpace friends? Well, a couple of people I’ve kissed are on Myspace, but they’re not people I met through Myspace, if you see what I mean

How tall are you? 5’10”

Where is your ideal house located? Dunno, but it’s gotta have a pool.

Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties, or grannies? I’ll give the grannie pants a miss, otherwise, any of the above!
Last person you talked to? The kids.

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yep, for ID cards and the like. Never turned out well.

When was the last time you were at Olive Garden? And Olive Garden is…?
What are your keys on your key chain for? Just the house. I like having as few keys as possible on there.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today? The bathroom. It’s early, yet, though.
Where is your current pain? My knee, from sitting still too long.

Do you like mustard? I do now. Never used to.

Do you prefer to sleep or eat? Depends what’s on the menu.
Do you look like your mom or dad? My dad…apart from his red hair, thank god.
How long does it take you in the shower? Not long. I take at least an hour and a half in the bath, though.

Can you do a split? No chance!

What movie do you want to see right now? Well, we’ve just started watching a “Land before time” marathon, so anything but that would be very welcome

What did you do for New Year’s? Crack open the bubbly, watch the fireworks and hope they don’t wake the kids so we can get a good crack at the first shag of the year!
Do you think “The Grudge” was scary? The whatnow?

What was the cause of your last accident? Ummmm….I dunno actually. I tend to hurt myself without noticing.
How much money do you have on you right now? Nothing actually on me, but there’s UKP130 in my wallet.
What are you drinking? Water.

Was your mom a cheerleader? LOL! Um…nope!

What’s the last letter of your middle name? P

Who did you vote for on American Idol? I don’t vote on any reality shows, until they do one with a kinky subject matter.
How many hours of sleep do you get at night? Never more than 4.

Do you like Care bears? If its cuddly, I don’t want to know.
What do you buy at the movies? Salted popcorn, choccies, a drink and maybe a hotdog.

Do you know how to play poker? I’m no good, but yeah. Not texas Hold’em though. I don’t get this obsession with televised Poker.
Do you wear your seat belt? Not in a Taxi, but usually yes.

What do you wear to sleep? T-shirt if it’s cold, otherwise nothing.

Anything big ever happen in your hometown? Loads. We’re the second largest city in the country.
How many meals do you eat a day? I graze all morning, have one main meal around lunchtime and that usually does me.
Is your tongue pierced? No, but my nipple is.
What’s your favorite NFL team? Wrong continent.

Do you like funny or serious people better? Oh, funny people.

Ever been to Vegas? It’s a bit far to get to.

Did you eat a cookie today? Not yet.

Do you use cuss words in other languages? LOL! I need to learn to cuss in welsh or something, really.
Do you steal or pay for your music downloads? If by “steal” you mean “refuse to put money into the pockets of greedy entertainment organisations who never pass the earnings on to the artists”, yes. And gladly so.
Do you hate chocolate? Certain kinds, yes.
What do you and your parents fight about the most? Their cantankerous attitude.

Is anyone mad at or irritated with you right now? Not that I know of…
Do you open presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? the naughty ones get opened last thing Christmas Eve. The rest get opened Christmas morning…afternoon….evening…

What’s your favorite preparation for eggs? Omelette, but it has to be good, creamy freerange eggs with just a hint of seasoning and crusty bread.

If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be? Something that kept my interest, that paid enough to thrive on and that I could settle down in for the next thirty years - oh, and that didn’t encroach on my family time AT ALL. Yeah, fantasy land, I know.
Are you easy to get along with? Depends. You bullshit me, you get my sharp edge.
What is your favorite time of day? Morning.

Who was your best girlfriend/boyfriend? Only had two before the brat and neither of them couls realistically be called “best”.
Who do you hate? Bullshitters.

Would you ever date your first love again? I’m still dating her. The others were practise.

Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend? Nope, I have a slave

Current mood? Cheery, hungry, ready for the loo.