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.
That is just what Valentines is about isn’t it?
|Socks with hearts, and something else in the background!|
|Red roses in the hotel reception|
|The view from the 12th floor of the hotel|
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!
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.
|Love this view, and have it on my desktop|
|View over the pool from the apartment|
|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)!
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.
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.