February Photofest

I know it’s April not February. But February photofest run each year by the wonderful Molly from Molly’s Daily Kiss has been an amazing influence on my blog. My first photos taken by me, of me were for Sinful Sunday and when the next February Phtofest came around I decided to take part. Little did I know how challenging it would be to post a photo every day for 28 days.

They began modestly with this post from February 1st 2015. But by 10th I was proudly getting a tit out and showing my nipple jewellery.

My first photo in 2016 was a selfie of me topless wearing my collar. Master had collared me in the summer of 2015, so it hadn’t been a feature the previous February. The photos that year were more daring, like this one of us having sex from behind. Master (obviously) took the photo.

On 1st February 2017 I was celebrating our 3rd anniversary together with a picture of me kneeling on the bed for Master. By this time I was living on my own in the house for much of the week. so had plenty of time and opportunity for photos. I got out my camera and tripod on a couple of occasions. The photo I now use at the top of this blog was amongst that set. It first appeared on 13th February 2017.

I sat out 2018. I wasn’t blogging very much and didn’t have the time or energy to put the required energy in. This turned out to be a good decision because that was the month I accidentally deleted my blog and had to be rescued by Dom Signs (Molly’s husband).

This year though I participated again and used a mixture of new and old, but mostly not seen before photos. I was recovering from the effects of radiotherapy at the time, as can be seen in this photo. I also showed my mastectomy scar for the first time.

February Photofest takes time and effort to prepare and post but is well worth it. If you haven’t participated before, then maybe now is a good time to start planning. After all it is still 10 months till the 2020 edition.

A photo taken up my skirt. I'm wearing hold up stockings, but not much else.
Up skirt – My favourite February Photofest picture of all time.

My last February photofest photo of 2017 – (not sure what the photo was)

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!

Something different for the penultimate day of February

Shortly after new year we travelled to Brussels. We visited a number of great bars and restaurants. One of them was this one: Le Perroquet. I am not sure that this photo does it justice, but the lighting was tricky.

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!

 

The first….

I missed a post yesterday, so this little flower is in lieu of that. Something else later. This morning I looked out over the garden from my bedroom and saw that the first of my daffodils is coming into bloom. I also noticed that weeds are beginning to grow too. Looks like I need to get out there to do some work soon. These are not those – I bought these from the supermarket.

Red

I had forgotten I owned this lovely red lingerie set. When half the contents of your underwear draw is in the ironing basket (laziness rather than because I am going to iron them) you can actually find things.

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.

 

From below

During February Photofest 2015 I took this photo of the view up my skirt. I love that skirt and the way it falls into folds. But I need to get back into the no panties, hold up stockings effect of that very day. Happy throwback Thursday!

pierced nipples – the reality

Getting on for 3 years ago I had my nipples pierced. It was the first sign of my submission to him and something I had thought about for a long time. In many ways it has been a fantastic experience, a source of erotic discovery. It has made my nipples more sensitive and it has made me feel sexy at a time when my body is changing through age.
But finding the right kind of jewellery to wear has been more of a challenge. I have discovered that buying online is fraught with difficulty, what size ring or bar should you buy? How can you insert a ring when a bar was put in place by the piercer? How do you get those little balls in place (yes how do you do that when your manual dexterity isn’t what it was and you can no longer see the damn indent).
How to do you open and close the rings? How can you stretch those nipples? Which jewellery looks the prettiest?
Yep, this is the reality……..

 

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