The reason you haven’t been getting a lot of updates lately is that I’ve recently started a new job which means that I’m away by 6:30am each morning and not usually back before 6pm each night.

This has kinda punched a huge hole in the time we have spare for spanking, bondage and all the other juicy stuff we love to get up to.

Last weekend, though, we let my mom have the kids overnight and got down to some major catchup play.

More details later, as it’s 6:30am now and I have to scoot.

Suffice to say, my brat spent the majority of the weekend in chains and ended up with a very sore ass and pussy. A good time was very certainly had by all!

We’re off to a hotel at the end of the month for a dirty weekend while the other grandmother has the kids. This time, I’ll be taking photos…

Well, Easter’s been going qite smoothly for once. The Lamb dinner I prepared on Sunday was exceptional and now we’re stuck in the middle of a very unseasonal heatwave just before the kids go back to school.

So life ain’t too bad just now.

We’re learning to live with/work around brat’s coital cephalgia - mostly by abstinance during the school holidays, worse luck. It seems that the actual headache is triggered by a certain position when she’s masturbating, so we just have to be experimental and watch for warning twinges. All in all, not too difficult.

I have a course to attend next week, so there’s not going to be much of anything going on around here until after that, but once it’s done and dusted either I’ll have a job or I’ll be paying my girl some serious atention. Our toybox has been woefully neglected these past couple of months, so I’m thinking we’re going to have to have some quality time, just me, her and a bunch of toys.

Sounds like fun, eh?

The good news is that brat has discovered a way of masturbating which doesn’t bring on the headcrunches. We’ve also been able to have sex a number of times with only a bit of mild dizziness  to worry about.
The bad news is that she discovered her new masturbation technique without getting permission to cum. Looks like the big stick’s coming out soon!
Much of the reason for the headaches seems to be stress-related, and it’s true that we’ve been having a bit more of a stressful time lately, with family being the biggest culprit. We’ve cut down the amount of time she spends around them (her parents, not our kids) and have been trying to get some time for ourselves - and I’m hoping to plan some quality playtime at some point next week, so things - on the whole - are looking up-ish.

Thanks for the messages of support, I think the good wishes and positive thoughts may well have helped!

just to let you all know that the cephalgia is continuing to happen, and that the doctor wanted us to trial it for an extra 2 weeks just to see if it does continue (as it’s so rare) until i go to my next appointment next wednesday. that’s when i should get my pills to stop it, and maybe then Sir and i can have a good play without the worry of being in agony everytime i have an orgasm.

it’s been 3 times now and my head pounds for days afterwards, it still is after lastnight when i didn’t even get the orgasm, just a slight build up and then pain. the scary rubber paddle is looking more and more preferable as time goes on…

Nature is conspiring to spoil all our fun!

Coital Cephalgia is specific type of affliction. It is typified by the expansion and potential rupture of the blood vessels surrounding the brain…

At the point of orgasm.

Arses.

My poor brat has suffered from two of these attacks the last couple of times we’ve had sex. Specifically, it’s happened when she’s masturbated, so while she may be flogged until she’s red and stripy from thighs to shoulders, as happened last week, or whether she spends half an hour over my knee making the acquaintance of our big square hairbrush, as happened last night, followed both times by more than excellent sex, the moment the poor thing touches her clitoris, her head threatens to explode.

The first time it happened was just three minutes before the kids needed to be picked up from school. I can tell you, every horrific scenario went through my head in the half hour it took me to get back. I fully expected to find her slumped on the sofa, haemorrhaging from every orifice, or lay full length on the floor where she’d tried in vain to reach the door before passing away in some horrible rupture.

Needless to say, she was fine. The next day she took herself to the Doc’s, from which she phoned me to inform me she was having to go to Hospital for a CT Scan. Later, she phoned me form the Hospital to inform me that she’d been admitted and had to spedn the night. This was, again, a few minutes before the school run, so in five minutes, I’d shoved overnight clothes and accessories into a bag, retrieved the allen key we’d need to take her collar off and arranged the cash to take me and our two kids to the Hospital.

Luckily, her CT scan came back absolutely normal, so she was spared the tests they were going to run overnight and she was discharged just three hours after being admitted.

A worrying coupe of days, I can tell you.

We’ve taken it easy since then, but everything seemed to be normal-ish. Until last night when we tried to have sex again (entirely unrelated to the fact that the spanking and hairbrushing she’d just got had made me somewhat horny). Again, the freight train ran through her head as her clitoral orgasm hit.

According to the Doctor, there’s a tablet one can take before sex to help ensure it doesn’t happen again. We’re going to need a lifetime supply.

I guess we’re just lucky it doesn’t happen while I’m spanking her. Try explaining that to an ambulance crew!

What to say? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Well, everything’s still ticketty-boo, for a start.

I go through stages where I just can’t find anything to write, or want to keep what we do private. It’s great to have a place on the internet to share all of my kinkier thoughts and deeds, but right now I’m feeling the need to not shout all my deeds to the rooftops.

Saying that, we had a nice little play for Valentines’. I cracked open the toybox for the first time in quite a while, and brat got a very erotic flogging and cropping, followed by some mind blowing sex.

Seems I’ve trained my little painslut just right. Her reaction to the flogging was…let’s say…rather juicy to say the least!

I know I promised some fiction, and believe me, I’ve tried my best, but the muse just isn’t with me these days. When the mood hits me, I’m sure I’ll come up with something, but really, life is a little too full and I’m having to spend more than a little time stuck in the here and now…not so much time to let my mind wander and focus on the finer aspects of life.

Still…don’t be disheartened, I’ll be back to full capacity soon. It’s not been a wonderfully creative, exciting start to the New Year, but hopefully things will start settling down and maybe I’ll even get time to take stock and write something down now and again.

In the meantime, there’s a little more activity over on my vanilla blog, so take a look over there for movie reviews, political commentary and geeky rants on various subjects that probably shouldn’t be quite as close to my heart as they are.

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.