My last February photofest photo of 2017

The 28 days of February photofest draws to a close. I managed 27 of the 28 days of February. The missing day due to being out of the house for 15 hours and of course a complete lack of planning.

In many ways the month passed quickly as we travelled from midwinter through the shoots of spring.

In other ways it felt long. Time has hardly been on my side as I battle a demanding job with the overwhelming desire to spend time taking kinky photos. I would like to devote  my life to blogging, thinking and sitting around doing nothing. But you can’t have everything in life.

Most of my photos though have been new, though fewer than the rules probably suggested.  Far too often I used the camera on my phone, even if it is technically up to the task. I have managed (at least once) to use my camera rather than phone. I have encouraged Master to take photos, despite the fact he has been suffering from his own winter blues. He is beginning to emerge from his SAD episode and with it will be plenty of kinky activity, much of which will be photographed. His tumblr blog gave me the chance to look back and lift photos from last year, a saving grace. All in all then, I have made it to the end.

Meanwhile, I moved my blog and so probably few people will read my final post of the month.  While tempted to relink, it doesn’t seem a good thing to do. So, my final photo shows me relaxing, contemplating my glass of wine. On my laptop you can see my new site. Cheers February photofest. See you next year!

Febraury Photofest

Blogging update – moving on from the past

Last Sunday I finally got around to moving my blog. Just over two years ago, when it looked as if Blogger was going to ban sex related sites, I bought my own domain. I searched for and read about hosting, WordPress etc and planned to move. I worked out how to move posts across and even successfully managed to do so. Then following a public outcry Google had second thoughts. I couldn’t work out how to make my blogger blog redirect to my self hosted one, so I just gave up. Periodically I returned to look, once more I moved posts across, but still I couldn’t work out how to redirect.

A few weeks ago I received an email to tell me that my domain name was up for renewal. Should I let it go or try again? Always up for a challenge, I decided to give it one more go. So last weekend I spend time that could have been put to better use, working on the move. After much trial and error I got everything across, including photos and links. Then I managed the redirect. Somehow I then managed to re-import the posts and ended up having to manually trawl through and delete about 750 posts.

But after linking my Sinful Sunday post for last week, I heard from Molly that she had spotted a security problem. Somehow I had set up the blog with a url ending in /blog and if you typed .com  you landed at my C panel. Thankfully @DomSigns was able to help out with the technical details so by Friday I was up and running. I am really grateful for Molly and Michael’s help, without which i don’t think I would have been able to get this far.

Then, just as I got to the point where I might be able to concentrate on new material I managed to mess things up again. Having installed a plug in to delete duplicates I somehow managed to delete all the tags and categories in the entire blog. The past couple of days have been spent categorising everything, starting with this past week backwards and then today from the beginning.

Reading about a long left behind relationship has left me with mixed thoughts. Firstly, I had forgotten just how much I had written in those early days. As I explored new experiences I wrote copiously. I embraced the rules he laid down enthusiastically, if perhaps blindly. I enjoyed the times we had, but now recognise he was probably using me. His marriage had ended and he saw me as an opportunity to explore his kinky side.

5 years on, I am faced with a dilemma. I have no desire to remove that part of my life from this blog, but I wonder if those posts need to be characterised in the way they were? As I reviewed them I know labelled them differently. But should I be more radical and create an “archive” category and then move on?

The past is important, after all it made me the person I am today but I need to move forwards. I am in another relationship, one that everyone knows about. I am a slave and Master is my owner. We know pretty much everything  about each other, both positive and negative. I recognise the things that are important, I need to move on. Moving my blog is the right thing for me. I will have greater freedom about what and how I write. But it will also allow me to let go of the past. There is great value in that.

The image below was the first I posted of me on my blog in 2012. He loved me to dress up in that kind of way and I has fun doing so. But that was then and I think I prefer the way Master likes me to dress for him now. The maid will be consigned to the archives after today along with that part of my blog.

Febraury Photofest

Master’s picnic

As February photofest enters its last weekend for this year, I am running a little short of photos. Well if the truth be known, I need to take more photos and to do so require ideas. Perhaps next year, instead of answering dull questions during January I could actually plan for February; there’s a challenge for me.

So this photo was taken in June 2014, not long after we had met. We were out for the day in a beautiful country park. I was dressed as He likes me to during the summer and it was a lovely warm day. In this photo, as you can see, I am perched on a picnic table in a not dissimilar way to an event that was previously reported on my blog and which He had read about (but wasn’t involved in). The outcome was different, as this was just a photo opportunity, but to be honest this kind of exposure is enough for me anyway.

This image has never appeared here before, I lifted it from Master’s blog.  I may need to take one or two more, unless we get our act together over the weekend, which is always possible!

Towards Spring

 Today, at last there was the sense that spring may be on its way. This morning it was almost warm enough to go out without a coat, well a warm winter one anyway. By this afternoon, clouds had cleared and it was decidedly warm.

I know that this milder weather is a bit of an interlude, since it is still February. Apparently warmer winds blown from the Caribbean. No doubt that wind will swing around tomorrow or the day after, but it made a welcome change.

The daffodils in my garden  are showing through the ground, but it will be a while before they are in bloom. Luckily there are plenty of daffodil bunches in the shops and until my own are ready I will continue to reach towards spring through them.

The Collar

The collar is the symbol of who I am and to Master’s ownership of me. In the 18 months or so since He placed it around my neck, I have rarely removed it. At the beginning I used to do so to fly, since I was nervous of the whole airport security thing. But I have discovered that titanium does not set off airport security and if that is the case then the airport people are not bothered. Once or twice I have received a knowing smile but in the main nothing. At work very few people ever mentioned it, other than to admire it. My hairdresser loves it and would like one for herself. If people do mention it then they call it a necklace or tort.

I have come to realise that often people don’t really notice things about people, what they wear, how healthy they look, in the main they are wrapped up in themselves. It’s interesting that many people on fetlife worry about what people will think and say about them wearing this kind of symbol. Perhaps if Master had insisted I wear a dog collar 24/7 I might not feel the same, but since he hasn’t  and I love what he gave me I am proud to wear it.