Blogging A-Z 2018: A

This is the third year that I have participated in Blogging A-Z. This year i am going to try to make my topics a little more mainstream. They will, however clearly link to kink and may on occasion be NSFW.

A is for Amsterdam

Amsterdam is important to Master and I for many reasons. For him it is a place he went to work during a difficult time in life, but it is a place of many happy memories. Work may have been challenging at times, but he learned the language (as much as is possible for an English person) and he explored much more of the country than is usual. Sex was important part of his life at that time, something he explored through the sex workers he met during that time. One of those lovely ladies is now a friend to us both, her life is different now. But our friendship was created through theirs in the late 90’s.

I have some fantastic memories of our trips to that wonderful city. It is interesting to visit a city such as Amsterdam with someone who knows it so well. This means that we steer clear of the most tourist focused areas, including most of the red light district and pubs. Instead we have a few favourite restaurants and bars and explore great canal areas, buildings and galleries. On one trip we travelled out to Otterlo, home of the Kröller-Müller museum and Hoge Veluwe National Park. We cycled around the park in early spring and visited the wonderful collection of paintings including many by Van Gough.

We have stayed in some beautiful hotel rooms in Amsterdam, a boutique hotel where I tried my first dutch gin in the little honesty bar. A huge room with its own large jacuzzi bath and sauna. As well the hotel for our trip in December, before our stay got extended due to the snow

Amsterdam hotel room with it’s own jacuzzi bath and sauna

 

 

Joy

Taken while on our weekend away a couple of weeks ago, I call this photo Joy. I wouldn’t usually show this much of my face, but to do so seems right. It is lovely that I look so joyful, because I was. Next weekend we will be staying at our favourite London hotel. Coupled with attending Eroticon this should also be joyful.
Sinful Sunday

Just getting on with things

We have been busy living our life, having a good time and when we are busy doing that, there isn’t often much kink to write about. Often also, when there has been a whole stream of posts about our kinky, M/s life, then there is a lull. 

So, that has been the past couple of weeks. 
Last weekend we went back to Master’s college for an event to celebrate the retirement of one of his tutors. For me, it was a rare chance to see him with friends, in a place he feels comfortable and is happy to be reminded of. It was also a chance for me to dress up and for us to get away and have some fun. We stayed in a lovely hotel and had the chance to explore a city that I had never visited before, but where Master studied as a student. The thing is, when you are in your 50’s as we are, visiting places from the past and seeing people you knew when you were so young has an appeal it never has before. This was the case for Master and for me gave me an insight into the life of the man I love, long before I knew him. I wasn’t disappointed. He and his friends recounted stories of those days and I was able to enjoy their reminiscences. But, there was no sex, let along kink, not that I could have cared less. 
This weekend has been different, we have been back to normal with a mixture of getting out and about with time spent relaxing together, both in bed and out.
This morning Master reaffirmed his dominance over his slave and told her of his plans for our upcoming trip to Amsterdam. 
On that trip, we will again have a mixture of experiences. We plan to stay with a friend outside the city and to do some touristy things. But also we will be spending some time catching up on our dynamic. Master told me today that He is going to get some more piercings for His girl. These will be  in her labia. This feels exiting and a little on the scary side. The chance though to mean that Master can chain this girl’s labia to her clit is very very exciting. There will of course be pain, but as usual, no pain no gain!
March Questions: maybe I am so open there is nothing anyone wants to ask? 

Hearts and flowers

That is just what Valentines is about isn’t it?

I have to admit that events have overtaken me this weekend and I haven’t had the chance to post any February Photofest photos. I know I should have been more organised and planned ahead, but I didn’t. 
Master had arranged a number of cultural events (music and film) for us for yesterday and decided that we should spend the weekend in London so that we didn’t have to get up so early yesterday. So, we spent Friday and Saturday nights in a lovely hotel in central London, one that we are now familiar with having stayed a number of times over the last couple of years. 
This morning we laid in bed a little later and then had some hot sex. Master took some photos which I now have in my possession and all of which will give me some great posts in the coming days. 
So back to the hearts and flowers; happy valentines day:
Socks with hearts, and something else in the background!

Red roses in the hotel reception

The view from the 12th floor of the hotel

Getting away

There is something about being away from home, in a foreign land that is just so relaxing. There are few things that cause stress these days, but they are ever present in the home environment. Essentially they revolve around the ex-hubby, my mum and work. They are unavoidable things, well the last two definitely are and I am working on the first one.

The day time here is warm, around 18c, though the evenings are cool. We have been able to get out and do a bit of the tourist thing, and we have been able to picnic by the side of a french canal. A slight oversight on my part, meant that today I managed to forget the picnic plates and cups and we were forced to drink wine from the bottle!

But I did make Master’s day, when I needed to pee and did so in full view of Him. He photographed it, but perhaps it didn’t come out? The next time we go away together it will be for longer and should be warmer. I will be able (well will be expected) to wear more accessible clothing (no trousers), however this time I did expose my tits for Him. Luckily in France on a Monday in early March you are likely to encounter few tourists.

Otherwise this weekend we have relaxed, eaten some nice food and enjoyed some good wine. We will travel home tomorrow, but have one more night and one more morning to spend time together in bed.

I am aware of the whole questions and answers in March thing and do intend to join in. Just recovering first from February photofest!

France

So, here we are in the south of France. It’s a tad cold right now, so tonight’s dinner for me was a lovely Ragout and for Master, Spaghetti Carbonara. With some local red wine, of course. I would have let you see a photo of my pudding, the house peach gateau but I ate it before I thought things through.

So this is 28th February and this is my 28th February photofest picture. It has been fun, if a little tricky at times to work out quite what to post. 
I will try to post as much as possible during March, but I can’t guarantee so many photos. 

This weekend

Love this view, and have it on my desktop
We  are going to France, to my apartment, my bolt hole. Over there, hopefully it will be a little more sunny and a little warmer than over here. Plus we get the chance to be properly away from everything.
View over the pool from the apartment
The main reason for travelling is to make sure all is well after the winter, to prepare for the coming summer and to organise someone to look after the place should I manage to get some complete strangers to book up. 
It looks lovely at night

In other news, I am preparing to move to my own domain. This whole blogger thing is the final straw for me. It isn’t that I really need to post photos that might be considered pornographic by some, but that this whole google /  blog thing will just run and run. Plus, it will be my place, somewhere I can express myself. I know some people find the whole wordpress platform tricky, but I really need to find a permanent home and maybe that is the place.

masterspleasingbitch.com/blog (work in progress)!

Life feels good

I haven’t posted here for a few weeks. For once, it isn’t because I don’t want to write something, or because there has been nothing to say. It is just because I have been busy; and in a good way.

I spent part of last weekend with S. After a day of getting on top of home related things (Cupboard clearing part of the preparation for a new kitchen which gets fitted this coming week), I set off. For once, the roads were clear and within 2 hours (trust me that is good going), I was with him. We spent a pleasant evening with some of his friends – BBQ, wine and good conversation – in what will be the last evening out of doors this year.
Back at his we were not late to bed. We were both weary (he had been on a cycle ride during the day and I had as I said been busy in the kitchen), but a few kisses led to some touches and before I knew it, he was inside me. After 3 weeks, it was a wonderful feeling as he pushed inside and stretched me once again. Then as we moved together, as he made me cum and then as he pushed his cock into my tight tight ass. Finally as he came inside me, I felt a huge sense of pleasure and well being. 
In the morning S cooked us some very good scrambled eggs with toast – did I ever say how much he looks after me when I am with him? Yes of course, but it is worth saying that he is a great cook!! So much so that I don’t really like scrambled eggs, but love his!!
The day was beautiful, more like summer than some summer days often are. We spent some time planning a geocaching trip. Then, went back to bed.
This time I put on some underwear. Stockings and suspenders, heels – his favourite kind of thing. Then lay in wait. 
Stroking me, he noted just how wet I was. Wet and wanton. Positioning himself so he could carry on stroking me, he made it clear he wanted me to suck his cock. I took him into my mouth, gradually taking him deeper. Somehow, I was in the optimum position and he slipped further and further down, yet unusually for me, I didn’t gag. Not even once! All the time, he was working my clit, stroking me there, pinching and bringing me to the edge, time and time again. For the first time in maybe months I really let myself sink into those feelings. 
At some point, I requested nipple clamps. But he said he wasn’t quite sure where they were, so applied a human version. There were moments over the next little while when I wondered quite why I had made that request, but as always there was a fine line between pain and pleasure and so pleasure won!
We spent the day out in the beautiful countryside not far from where S lives. Walking, chatting, getting my all time best number of caches in a day. Eating our picnic, drinking our tea. Generally enjoying each others company.
On the way home, it occurred to me that I am just pretty happy right now. Things with S are different to before.  I am not sure how, but they are and what is more they are different in a very good way.

Weekend break – Part Two – The two of us

Our trip away involved us travelling to a medieval town north of where we both live (further north for Him). The town has a castle and nearby are lots of interesting cultural and historical places as well as some very nice countryside. We were blessed with the first reasonably warm weather of the year (spring has arrived very late here in the UK). Our small hotel / pub was 400 years old and was quite quaint and as Sir called it ‘quirky’. We had a four poster bed, however after the events of Part One, we didn’t actually use it for our intended purpose (which might have involved handcuffs of some kind of other thing you could be tied up with).  The room was spacious though and really very pleasant.

After our friends left, we changed and had dinner in the pub restaurant (it was 7.30 by then) and then went for a walk to get some fresh air and to have a look around the town. Later we cuddled up together in bed and slept. It would be true to say that the events of Friday wore us out, but after a good nights sleep and some lovely sex first thing in the morning we were ready for breakfast and the castle.

We are both interested in history and like to walk and explore places. Luckily we were staying within walking distance of the castle and arrived pretty much as the place opened. The castle staff were recruiting suitably strong and healthy people to be involved in firing the castle’s trebuchet and being the keen and eager big kid person Sir is he of course volunteered. After he and the other keen men had received some training in how to run round like a hamster and some health and safety information about how in an extreme case death could result, they put on a very fetching red tabard kind of thing and a hat and were ready. The friends and family’s of the volunteers left to watch at a safe distance and this is the kind of thing that happened.

The rest of the day we spent watching eagles and other birds of prey flying round, climbing up steps to battlements, looking around the castle, eating a picnic, going for a walk in the grounds and finding a quiet place where Sir could instruct me to suck his cock (well did you think we could be completely vanilla?). Back at the hotel, we retired to the four poster for some very satisfying sex and a short rest before we headed off to town for a lovely Thai meal. 
Sunday we went off to a nearby town where a famous playwright and poet lived many years ago, we spent the morning strolling around, drinking coffee and eating scones, cream and jam. Sir worked this off by rowing me up and then down the river, which was all very pleasant indeed. We finished off with a picnic in the park before beginning our journey home. 
So, it was a weekend of two halves; kinky and just plain wonderful. Sex and culture, history and kink, good food and very good and welcome turkish delight (produced at a very opportune moment during our kinky play). I could get a taste for all of this!