We spent 6 nights staying in this lovely tower room. Formerly an art studio it still contains the remnants of that time. An easel, finished and part finished artwork. The natural light here is good, there are 3 or 4 large windows as well as a sky light if needed. The windows overlook the river below us and the historical city in the distance. Travel and art books adorn the shelves. The bed is high, comfortable and covered with a beautiful red covering, the sheets as previously seen are turquoise. I love the colour and the feel of that red covering.
The end of a long, but fun day. We had enjoyed a leisurely meal, attended a concert and then shared wine, and cheese at the table in the room. As I prepared for bed, Master decided he wanted more orgasms from me. Taken just after midnight, the image shows me lying on the lovely bed, relaxed and ready for sleep. Spent.
That post orgasm feeling (words to follow).
Late last night we enjoyed a bath together in Master’s lovely jacuzzi bath. This is me, as I relaxed and waited for him to join me in bed. I was warm and relaxed and ready for sleep.
There was a time when I couldn’t stand anyone else touching my feet. I was very ticklish and the person who might have touched my feet only wanted to tickle them. I hadn’t ever thought of feet as an erogenous zone and never imagined that having my feet touched could be sexy.
But Master loves to touch my feet, intact he loves to touch all of me and does. He loves to stroke, caress and to massage. Often in the evening while watching TV I sit with my feet on him and he caresses and touches my feet. He does this not to tickle or play but because he wants to touch me. I find I really really love it and find it quite a turn on.
It is difficult to provide some of the service that Master wants and expects when his slave has a cough. It has been over 2 weeks since I first got ill. But things are improving and this afternoon I was able to do something for him. An action shot taken at the time:
This is the first weekend in over a year that Master and I haven’t been together. I am in France with my mum, he is at home. But the great news is, that he sets off today to join us. Well tonight he will stay in London, and tomorrow take the train to Paris and on down through France. On Tuesday I will collect him and bring him here.
Sitting here in bed on my own, my mind drifts back to a couple of weeks ago. When we finally got around to trying out the swing that Master bought a while back. Apparently he thinks that it will be useful while he has a painful shoulder. No doubt it it, but I think it has greater longevity than that!
These are action shots. The first blurry one taken by me on his phone. It isn’t an iPhone, and I struggled to work it. Plus I was a little preoccupied. The second, much clearer is taken by him. Late night fun indeed!
He left my present at home last weekend. Actually I caught a glimpse of it the day before when I was around his place. I asked him what it was, and he said it was my gift. I asked him why he didn’t buy me flowers, or something else I can show family and friends. He laughed and asked where the fun was in that.
The truth is, that while I love flowers, they would by now be on the wane. A week since my birthday flowers would be beginning to fade and within a day or two they would be in the bin. Where as this will last a whole lot longer. Yesterday we tried it out. The padded seat is very comfortable, and by rocking backwards and forwards the dildo moved in an out. He found it a massive turn on (well, so of course did I), and that little bit of play led to some hot sex. I need a little more practice to get the best from it, but as birthday presents go, this is definitely sexy, fun and long-lasting.
I guess the only think missing here is a naked me! Sinful for Sunday all the same though.
We are away this weekend. We have come to a town on the south coast of England with the purpose of seeing the musical version of the Adams Family. Not being people who drive over 100 miles for the evening, we arrived Friday. We have a pleasant and comfortable hotel room, with a view towards the docks. Sadly the weather has been
a little very wet. This hasn’t spoiled our enjoyment which has been tailored towards shopping, eating and drinking rather than sightseeing.
The show was a bit of a disappointment. Many of the songs in the original broadway show have been removed and none of the cast performances were memorable. But after the show we enjoyed some bubbly and a few snacks before bed in our room. This morning, we are taking things slowly. A lazy start to Sunday.
In the Moselle area of France we travelled through the deepest forest to find the remotely located Chateau du Falkenstein. We parked up and walked through a path in the woods. We passed some people taking photos of each other, Master declared that they would be up to something kinky once we were out of view. Climbing steadily upwards, we didn’t look back. The path to the castle wasn’t clearly marked, and for quite a time we couldn’t see our destination. The light isn’t so good in this shot, but getting to the base of the castle proper was just the start of a more steep climb. At this point we passed the only other people we saw that day in the locality. A man carrying his young son down on his shoulders. We, already struggling for breath nodded a good day and continued our climb.
At the top of the ruins the view was wonderful. But mainly comprised of trees. Lots and lots of trees.
We sat down and paused for breath and water. Then we took a few photos of each other. I happily exposed myself for him (and perhaps the photos will appear at a later date). He did the same for me. This was my view. A pretty good one too. Then we climbed back down!