365 days – Catch-up for 23rd – 25th January

I am back from my wonderful, but short trip to Spain, and am pleased to say that Master is also home.  I arrived in Spain just before 9pm on Friday and we left on the ferry on Saturday evening, arriving at Master’s house late last night. Today I have been working and am looking forward to a quiet evening watching TV, surfing the net and maybe chatting to Master later. While I was away, our wifi connections both in the hotel on Friday and on the ship was intermittent to say the least. So, here is a catch up and in the coming days I will update a bit more on the fun we had at the weekend.

Saturday 23rd January – What made today unusual?
Having checked out of our hotel on Saturday morning we headed to a nearby costal resort, Suances to see what was there. We were pleasantly surprised to find that the earlier clouds were clearing and the temperature had risen significantly. We strolled along the promenade by the sea, took some photos and then decided to stay there for lunch. We sat in the sun and ate a lovely salad, which we washed down with some beer and wine. It was a lovely way to spend few hours on a late January day and something that we can’t do here.

Sunday 24th January What are you looking for from life?
The main thing I desire in my life is a man who desires me and who wishes to own and control me. I seem to have found just that. I love the fact that he finds me sexy, and that through him I have discovered my submission. He in turn is happy that the power belongs to him and that I am his slave. Everything else that happens feels like a bonus right now.

Monday 25th January What is your favourite thing to drink?
I have a few favourites when it comes to drinks – I love coffee in the morning, but try to restrict this to weekends and the occasional coffee shop treat. When I am really thirsty, I love an ice cold sparkling water, perhaps with a little squeeze of lemon or lime. Alcohol wise, I love a gin and tonic or a glass or two of wine. My favourite wine is Sauvignon Blanc.

365 days – 17th January

What are you grateful for?

There is so much to be grateful for in my life as it is right now.

Master – that we approach our second anniversary and having stood the test of time we are together and closer than ever. I know I say this a lot, but I am happier than I ever imagined. That I can express my submission to Him in the way I do gives me so much pleasure. I am His and that feels good.

My lifestyle – I have a good job that pays well. This means I can easily pay my way and enjoy life. It also means I can help my son when he needs it and I can go and buy clothes (and other things) if I want to.

The fact that things with ex-hubby are getting easier, who knows this might be the year that I draw this whole thing to a close.

My family – My mum (though god knows she tests that gratitude frequently), my brothers, nieces and nephews. My wonderful son and his girlfriend, the fact they are happily getting their own life together and that he no longer relies on me and is as happy as he is.

The holidays – I always wanted to travel to new places and now I can and do. I love the places we go and the places we see.

My apartment in France – While it is currently a bit of a drain on resources it will be a source of income and a way of providing some pension in the future. It is also a haven, a place to go and to enjoy and it has given me some experiences I would never otherwise have had.

New experiences – That Master let  me into his ‘world’; his interests – films, music, history, art, travel and in turn I have made him experience mine! Including the family!

Wine – I know I sometimes drink too much of it, but thank goodness for the grape and the work that those who make such amazing wine do. Ditto for good food!

Slimming world – The slimming club I joined last April and the friends I have made there who are helping me to counterbalance the wine and food described above.

Happiness  – I am happier than I ever imagined I would or could be.

This year is a week old already

We have been chilling out in Spain for nearly 3 weeks now and this pace of life seems to be suiting me. The days seem to roll into each other – get up late, maybe some food shopping, lunch in or in a bar, a wander around, reading, browsing, drinks and dinner, a DVD, a nightcap, bed, sleep, sex, getting up late…..

That is the excuse I am giving for not having posted here for a week and for being so remiss in wishing anyone passing by a Happy New Year.

Today is my last day here in Seville with Master, and I can honestly say that all of the stresses of home and work have melted away during the time we have been here. I wish I could stay longer, as he will be doing, but the time has come for me to return to the reality of the part of my life which is separate from that with him – work and family. I am kind of ambiguous about the work part. To be honest, I do enjoy my job, but I am not looking forward to getting caught up in the politics or the pressures that come with it. I dearly wish that I could walk away, just because I realise I want different things in life now, but I don’t yet have the financial security or even the nerve to do so. I wonder though how I might feel this time next week when I have completed my first week back. As for family, well mum has been misbehaving and my brothers are looking forward to my return, and for my part I am ready to pick up my part of that bargain. I will manage her as I always do and perhaps invest a little more time while Master is still here in Spain. I have missed my son and am hoping to catch up with him and his girlfriend in the next week or so. Lastly there is the ex-hubby / house thing which really needs sorting now. I need that proper and clean break and I need to make it happen. So some tricky discussions ahead there.

But whatever difficulties there might be ahead, I do so from a happy and calm position. I have seen how my life with Master can be and it is one I definitely want and need more of. I just need to work through all of these huge little barriers to making that happen. What is for sure is we definitely get on as well over a few weeks of being together 24/7 as we do for short periods.

I am going to miss him, but hell it will only be two weeks and during that time I am going to be busy. This first week in January has gone pretty quickly and there is no reason to suspect that the next one won’t be the same.

One more day and night together and then I fly home.


I already had a Twitter account, which I rarely post to myself, but follow a number of healthcare and other related threads. For obvious reasons I avoided linking to anything sex / BDSM related on there. But I have now got myself a new twitter account linked to this blog. You can follow me from the side bar or @MPBjulie This whole thing is work in progress, but something I will attend to when I get home. Yep, MPB is getting into social media!

This year in review – Part 1

As the year draws to a close it feels right to look back over this blog and to think about the things that have happened and the ways in which my relationship with Master has developed. Also, since we are still in Spain and this trip is not the hectic round of sightseeing that other holidays have been about, I also have some time on  my hands. I make no excuse for the reflective or long nature of this post.

In January, I wrote about happiness – I would say this has been the theme of my year. I really am happier now than I have ever been, but not just that, people remark that I look happy. I took a selfie on Christmas day which I posted on Facebook. People, including Master commented that I look really happy and I am.

The wonderful Molly’s website is not only a great place to visit to read about her life with Domsigns, but she also hosts various memes and projects, most recently Kink of the week, which I have begun to contribute to. In February I decided to take part in February Photofest, a project to post a kink related photo everyday for the month. It was challenging, but fun and this post is from that month. I include it also because those of us on blogger received emails to tell us that our kind of blogs  – with sexual content  – would no longer be allowed. There was something of an out cry and within weeks Google backed down. I did buy my own domain and transferred my content across, but haven’t actually got around to changing things. Still it is there, ready for next time.

Becoming Master’s slave has brought me a level of contentment that I would never have believed possible. In March we registered ‘this girl’ on the slave registry website. It seemed like a natural progression given our journey that far. Slavery has given me a way to draw a line under the life I had before, where I acted in a slave like way, but without the support and guidance of a Master. This year really has been the beginning of something wonderful.

I would never have imagined when I began my World of Joolz blog in April 2012 that I would have ended up where I am now. It took a great amount of nerve to do what I did in those first few weeks and writing about it has helped me to be able to recognise the journey I have travelled since then. I know Master still reads back to the early days of my blog and also the beginning of our own relationship. He finds it interesting to look back and to discuss with me my early hopes and assumptions. This post from April celebrated the third anniversary of my blog.

Also in April, we went on our first proper holiday together. There had been a number of weekends away in France, Amsterdam and in London but this was different. It was a chance to spend 2 whole weeks together and to test out whether this relationship was likely to stand the test of a prolonged time together. Also a chance to embrace the Master / slave relationship.

In May we celebrated our first year as Master and slave. That year had been both enjoyable and difficult. When He took me as His slave, he also had another. At that time, I was secondary and expected the whole thing to end by the beginning of this year. Together though we managed the emotional turmoil of the end of that relationship and the deepening of this. For me, I have learnt what it is to be Master’s slave and how to manage the time together and apart.

Mostly I try to write this blog for myself, but when I am short of ideas, I often turn to one of Molly’s memes or else to Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Monday. In May I made my first post there, and that has become my most read post to date. I have to admit it is great to share an experience I have enjoyed with Master with a wider audience. It also leads to exploring the blogs of other contributors.

There hasn’t been as much play in our lives this year as we would have liked. This has been mainly due to Master having a shoulder problem for much of that time which caused a great deal of arm pain and restricted movement. Thankfully that has now resolved and hopefully there is lots of fun and games to come. This post from June though is about play times and about Master’s desire to continue the education and experiences of His slave.  Also in June I exchanged the chain I had worn on my wrist for just over 6 months for a cuff. The collar would come next.

Not a travel blog

Just in case anyone was worried that MPB is turning into a travel blog, this post will hopefully reassure that there is definitely more to it. That said, we have settled into such domestic and festive bliss that kink is pretty low key. Not that I am complaining since there is always the knowledge that I am the slave and He the Master; that is an ever present fact.

Last night when we returned from dinner and drinks, Master informed me that I had been bratty – probably true – and tried the new collar, a padded posture collar on me for size. Then told me to wear it for a while. I really love the feel of the leather and it’s width. There is no way you can forget you are wearing it since it is difficult to move your head up and down. I was right, it was the one I tried at Sexpo recently, and I look forward to being made to wear it again soon (is that a bratty attitude in itself?)

This morning Master decided that He needed to use His cunt. Increasingly that is His name for me during sex. It is amazing how easy it is to slip into that role, as His cock plunges in for the first time. I say role, but is it? Or is that the new reality, it is hard to tell. This morning He teased my clit with His cock and then used His cock as a means to masturbate me, telling me that He wanted to feel the spasms of His cunt as she came. Being told that was almost enough to bring me to an immediate orgasm, but of course He started his count down, from 10 this time and it helped to settle me down for at least the first 5. As His cock rubbed against me and I told Him that I was His cunt I knew that as soon as He reached 1 I would explode as requested. The power that He has over this girl, this cunt, this slave is immense. This is the reality of life, it really isn’t just a role I play. He controls me and my orgasms. But much more, He controls my life in a way I love.

Here, away from everyone, together 24 hours a day, there is very little I need to concern myself with. I am loving that I have no need to decide anything for myself, and that I am able to be more of the slave I want and need to be. Outside interference is at a minimum and while of course that won’t last for ever, the memories certainly will.

For the first time in a while I am wearing a plug and as usual that is helping to keep me in a place of arousal even as I sit here typing and He sits opposite me reading stuff on his own tablet. Always ready for Him and whatever He requires from me.

To be wanted, needed and to be used. What more can a slave desire?

A relaxed Christmas

I have probably never before experienced such a low key and relaxed Christmas. For enjoyment it rates really high; the ability to do what I wanted when I wanted, the lack of drama, the fact of being here in this beautiful city of Seville with the man I love. Of course, I missed being with my son, but I spoke to him on christmas morning and he seemed to be pretty fine – with his girlfriend and her family. Generally though I seem to have escaped, since my mum misbehaved at my brothers and this morning she put the phone down on me because I questioned the effort she put into putting other people first. The ex has been in touch by text, but mainly he also is keeping his distance; at last, thankfully.

Christmas morning sex. How wonderful it was to wake and for Master to take what is his and then to give back so much in return. When did I last have sex on Christmas morning? Did I ever before? Who cares, since this was a brilliant way to awake and to ease ourselves into the day. The previous evening as Seville settled into the silence of family time, the street outside our apartment had become silent and we had enjoyed a calm and pleasant evening – dinner, wine, a film and more wine. There were no last minute presents to wrap and no worries about what was to come.

The deserted street outside our apartment on Christmas eve
In the morning, once we had drunk our coffee we exchanged presents. Master presented me with a a new play collar, which seems similar to something I tried on when we were at Sexpo. We have yet to try it out, though I know it won’t be long before we do. My other gift from him was a vintage book: The Quest for Corvo, which I know I am going to enjoy reading. I also bought him a book and CD. The main thing for me though was being together in this lovely place. 
During the afternoon we went for a stroll in the sun. It was a warm afternoon. We walked along the banks of the Guadalquivir river and spotted this statue, apparently a gift from the people of Romania to the people of Seville. what it exactly is meant to depict is something of a mystery (what the long snake thing is to the right side of the first photo is, I have no clue), though we were struck by the whole thing! 
We ended our walk with a drink at a local bar, enjoying being out there in the sun and remarking on the difference in this day compared to a Christmas walk in the UK, often in the weak winter sun, or more often a damp and dull day. 
Later we went out for a lovely dinner in a local restaurant, again overlooking the river. On the way home we were invited to go into a couple of the more than likely seedy clubs that had suddenly appeared to be open – just shows the difference between day and late night in any area. We declined and went home to our own bed. 


On Boxing day afternoon we ventured out into Seville proper to see the Fine Arts museum. The building which houses the museum is an old monastery and is a beautiful place. The art was fine, the place a quiet oasis in a city gripped as many are the day after Christmas with shopping fever.

We escaped the crowds again by going into a posh hotel for cocktails – Gin and Tonic and enjoying a flamenco show. Then as we wended our way home we stopped in a local bar for tapas and wine. The perfect end to a relaxing and very happy Christmas.

Outside and within the museum.

Holidaying in Spain

The journey here to Seville took us 3 days, not because it needs to take us that long but because that was the kind of trip we wanted. The 24 hour ferry crossing was better than expected. It wasn’t until we got into Spanish waters that the sea became pretty choppy. Mind you it was cool and windy on deck, so we stayed down below for quite a bit of the time. That part of the journey was a time to begin to unwind from the stresses of the last few days at work and to relax a little, eat and drink. 

Santander was amazingly warm, around 22c when we arrived on Saturday night. Christmas there was in full swing, and everyone out and about shopping and congregating in the bars and restaurants. 
Christmas lights in Santander

Some interesting statues in Santander
On Sunday we headed south to Placencia, where it was decidedly cooler. But the hotel was wonderful and our room just amazing. Tired after a day’s travelling we had dinner and a nightcap before heading to bed. Then on Monday morning, after a wander around the town we headed to Seville.
Here in the Seville district of Triana we have an apartment and have now settled in as we prepare for Christmas. We plan an evening in tomorrow after some sightseeing and have a restaurant booked for Christmas day. 

Nativity scenes are the thing here. This one was in an apartment hallway!

3 Sleeps

On Friday we leave for our holiday in Spain. This year my Christmas will be different from usual, there will be no turkey or tinsel, no real tree and no family fun or indeed arguments. But there will be Master and His girl enjoying time together, there will be tapas and wine, there will be Spanish culture, there will be times to relax and recuperate from the pressures of work and life in general. Hopefully there will be lots of kink.

Getting ahead of yourself so that you have sent all of your cards during the first week of December and have bought all of the presents before the second weekend is challenging. But here we are on 15th of the month and the last few presents have been delivered to a place from where they can be transported to their intended recipients.

Work has been busy, but there is light at the end of that tunnel too, just as well as there are just two more days left to work, only one of which involves being in the office the entire day. Tomorrow is the Christmas party, but I am still undecided whether I want to go. I still have a pair of new shoes to collect from a department store (don’t you love click and collect?) and my toiletries to buy from the supermarket.

But all of the washing is done and for the first time in maybe years the ironing basket is empty. All that is left really is the packing and then to leave for our trip.

I intend to post here during the trip and since I will have more time to do so and hopefully more kink to write about, that is a promise.

Until then, I give you my Christmas tree offering for this year. Apologies that the first looks a little drunk. The second tree  I am taking with me!




It’s December

After a flurry of activity around here in November, I seemed to run out of ideas. Plus, the arrival of December has meant a step up in activity at work and at home. Today though is much less fraught, in fact today is proving to be a wonderful day of relaxation and recovery.

Master and I take it in turns to spend weekends at each others homes, this weekend is my turn. Four days a week at work and the 5th spent running my mum to various shops, as well as my slimming club and an invariable encounter with the ex means that these weekends are something precious. Unless something special is planned, we tend to do little; get up late, a leisurely coffee then lunch, more sitting around, dinner and drinks, some TV or a film. These for me are perfect weekend days.
Everyone else seems to be spending December days out shopping, battling against the ever present pressure of spending all of their money for a perfect Christmas. I know this to be the case, because I myself have been there. 
This year though I have pretty much done it all. I have written and posted my Christmas cards. I completed this task early because I needed to tell some people about the end of my marriage and the changes to my life. Last year I didn’t send any cards, I wasn’t feeling in the mood to cope with dealing with that kind of reality. This year though I feel in a much better place. I have also pretty much bought all of my Christmas presents. I have had a couple of trips out with my mum and have taken advantage, plus I have bought a few things online. All that is left now is to wrap things up and put them somewhere ready to give to family. You see, this year there is no tree to store presents under.
This year Master and I are going to be away for Christmas. In just under 2 weeks we set off for Spain, where I will spend 3 weeks and he 5!. This is one reason for my hyper organised state – Next Sunday I am hosting a family dinner for my mum, son and girlfriend and niece and nephew. Pretty much all of the presents can then go off with them and then there will be just a few days to get ready and pack before we leave. During that week I will be working and there will also be an evening at my mums for what would be my dad’s birthday and my work Christmas ‘do’ (if I can make myself go). 
Christmas in Spain will be completely different. Our days will be much more like our weekends here, except we will be able to get out and about in the warm sun. We will find ourselves in some lovely buildings, we will eat tapas and drink wine. The big difference is that from 18th December there will be no fraught Christmas preparations, and no last minute shopping trips. Of course, it means no family Christmas, but as I have told my loved ones, there will be other years for that. 
The great thing is I am pretty much already ready and it is only 5th of December!

Withdrawal effects

We returned yesterday lunchtime from a wonderful 12 day holiday together in Spain and France. After arriving back at Master’s house from the ferry port and unloading the car, I reloaded my things into my own car and drove home. In a way it felt good to be back – there is always something special about getting back to your own home and your own belongings after time away. But in another way I felt stupidly sad and empty.

Fighting those silly feelings I got on with my chores – shopping, washing my clothes, opening mail and catching up with family members (not in that exact order). But still as I sat watching some tennis on TV in the late afternoon I found myself feeling lethargic. On the one hand loving the me time I was experiencing and on the other missing Him.

I wanted to blog about the wonderful time we had together and about the fact that our relationship, in terms of slave and Master has developed even further, if that is possible. But I was just too lazy. Or, maybe it wasn’t laziness, but rather weariness after what has been a busy couple of weeks. I went to bed quite early and slept amazingly well.

Not surprisingly, I have woken early this morning and as the day spreads ahead of me, I realise that I am fighting the feelings that on the one hand I value my independence, after all this has been a hard fought journey. But on the other I love to be with Him and to feel the constant feeling of His dominance over me. That isn’t to say that I can’t feel that dominance right now, even though He isn’t here. But it is about adjustment to the realities of life. About the knowledge that I have to think about others and not just Him or indeed us.

Today and over the weekend I have family things to do and on Monday there is that important thing called work to address. The realities of life call – the need to support my mum, check in with my son and to support myself. There are bills to pay and mundane things to sort out. There is also the matter of losing the 2 or 3 pounds in weight I have managed to put on (I know that is pretty good considering I have eaten and drunk so much).

But having been with Master constantly, arriving home without Him feels strange. I am definitely feeling the effects of withdrawal. I will of course get over it, particularly as we are going out tonight!