How long does it take to reach 300?

300 what, I hear you say. To walk or swim 300 metres is relatively easy. 300 are letters more difficult to write.

What about 300 posts on a blog. That took me just over 2 years and 2 relationships (3 if you include the marriage I was still in at the time). Looking back at my 300th post, I remembered the happiness, pain and sadness of the time.

Master was away in the USA at the time, visiting his then LDR slave. Back then, I was not his primary concern, but he had days before asked me to be slave rather than submissive. I don’t know why, but yes seemed the right thing to say even though I didn’t know what it really meant. Perhaps something inside us both told us that we were on the correct journey. My 300th post then, in hindsight feels significant.

Rebel’s 300th Wicked Wednesday is something surely to be proud of. If I wrote my blog every day (which I doubt I could), I could reach 300 posts in under a year. But 300 Wicked Wednesdays is over 5 years. That is around the length of time I have been blogging (give or take a few weeks).

For 6 years in June, Wicked Wednesday has been running. For all of those 300 weeks I owned a blog and could have posted. Of course, I came along much later and anyway haven’t posted every week since. But 300 Wicked Wednesdays is not only a lot to write for, it is a major task to administer and manage. I am in awe of Marie Rebelle for doing just that. Writing, managing and administering Wicked Wednesday for 300 weeks. Offering us inspiring prompts and encouraging us bloggers all the way. Long may Wicked Wednesday continue.  I hope to contribute to many of the next 300.

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked


I am pleased to say that after an absence of 5 days MPB is back. I know I am not the first or last person to ever suddenly lose their blog through their own stupidity. But that hasn’t made the experience any easier.

My main problem is that I am not very good at reading small print. Plus to be frank, at times lacking the common sense and intelligence I know I was born with. This blog is self hosted and has been for just over a year and before that I had owned the domain for 2 years but not moved. So when I needed to renew the domain and web host I failed to understand my own responsibilities.

Price and recommendations from others influenced my decision to move web host and everything seemed to go smoothly. But I didn’t realise (or hadn’t read) that I needed to move the posts and pages for my site. I assumed it would happen automatically.

Last Saturday night my former web  host expired. At the time I was in a pub in Salisbury having consumed quite a lot of wine. We were staying there in advance of a family lunch party on Sunday and had enjoyed a very pleasant afternoon and evening. Reading an email while Master was at the bar (or perhaps in the toilet), I decided I knew what I was doing and cancelled the host. Back at the hotel later, I discovered my blog was gone.

What happened next

Over the next 24 hours, I discovered the enormity of my mistake. My files had been stored on the server of the web host and they no longer existed. That evening when we arrived home I was able to contact the wonderful @Domsigns who helped me start the process of rebuilding.

Since then, I have spent all waking hours (save working, eating, skyping with Master and last night’s munch) working on the blog. Michael managed to retrieve most of my posts plus so so much rubbish stored on the web. Then I was able to access my backed up Blogger blog from a year ago. I am ashamed to say that I hadn’t backed up MPB at all since then. This gave me back all posts up to around Christmas and one from this year.

Then following further discussions with Michael I have copied and pasted cached google archives of my later posts. I still have more net trawling to do, but feel happy to go live again tonight.

What is still to do?

I hate the style and whiteness of what I have now and will need to change that. But for the moment, a functioning blog is more important. I need to sort out my sidebar and blogroll so that I and others can click on appropriate links. Then I will need to trawl through the entire blog to update the tags, categories and SEO. My pages need reviewing and putting back up. This is a salutary message people. Back up your posts and blog.

Now, back to actual writing.

Our Eroticon Meet and Greet

Eroticon 2018

In Just 3 weeks Eroticon will be underway in London. This is our second time, so we are no longer virgins (so to speak). I am really looking forward to the weekend because I hope it will help me improve my writing skills. As you will see below, Master is looking forward to a weekend away in London!


NAME (and Twitter if you have one)

Julie. I have never been creative when it comes to catchy pen names and anyway I am happy with who I am. On Twitter you can find me as @MPBjulie

What are you most looking forward to about Eroticon 2018?

Last year I was rather more shy than I wanted to be and stuck close to Graeme. This year I intend to get to know the people whose blogs I visit and comment on and with who I have chatted on Twitter. Plus as I said above, I am keen to listen and learn.

We are creating a play list of songs for the Friday Night Meet and Greet. Nominate one song that you would like us to add to the play list and tell us why you picked that song

Perfect 10 by Beautiful South. I’m not a perfect 10 but I do love Paul Heaton’s music.

What’s the first career you dreamed of having as a kid?

I always wanted to be a nurse. I used to bandage, splint and put plasters on my dolls before moving on to my younger brother. I became a nurse am still a nurse, though I no longer bandage or splint anyone!

Weirdest place you’ve ever gotten up to mischief (define ‘mischief’ however you like…)

Does being tied to a tree in a small wood on the Sussex Downs count? That particular time in my life (2012/13) was one long adventure in weird places!

Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself

  1. I once nursed Kim Wilde’s grandmother
  2. I hate wine
  3. I once had to return to a B&B to collect a bag of sex toys I had mistakenly left there

Complete the sentence: I want..

to go on more holidays please


NAME (and Twitter if you have one)


What are you most looking forward to about Eroticon 2018?

The chance to spend a long weekend in London

We are creating a play list of songs for the Friday Night Meet and Greet. Nominate one song that you would like us to add to the play list and tell us why you picked that song

My First My Last My Everything by Barry White. It reminds me of the time a tray of tequila shots was dumped over my suit.

What’s the first career you dreamed of having as a kid?

I always wanted to be a cricketer

Weirdest place you’ve ever gotten up to mischief (define ‘mischief’ however you like…)

In a hotel room decorated to look like a jungle with parrots on perches, a monkey on a swing, and a waterbed with an overhead mirror

Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself

  1. I like capybaras
  2. I have done lines off a sex worker’s tits
  3. I have read Don Quixote in Spanish

Complete the sentence: I want..

To get some sleep!

TMI Tuesday: February 20 2018

I Need My Space

1. Do you think that fate or destiny play a role in love?
a. Absolutely
b. For the most part
c. Somewhat
d. Not really
e. Not at all

I am not romantic or superstitious in this kind of thing at all. But something has made the the events of the past few years happen. Firstly meeting S and learning what I did and didn’t want from a BDSM / kink relationship and then meeting Master. What we have is something I didn’t for one minute imagine I would get and I know it is the same for him.

2. True or False – If my sexual likes and dislikes are not in line with my partners, I change them.

False – I was married for 30 years (and in a relationship much longer) with a man with whom I had little in common sexually. It was impossible to change him and indeed, I was wrong to try to do so.

I would rather be celibate than have that happen again. Master knows what makes me tick and vice versa.

3. You and your partner are at a party. Both of you are equally acquainted with the hosts and the other people attending, although you aren’t the best of pals with any of the guests, you have conversed with them on a few occasions. During the socializing, what would you most likely do?
a. I’d stay glued to my partner’s side, conversing with the same people he/she is.
b. I’d be away from my partner, mingling with the other guests.
c. I’d stay near my partner, but involved in different conversations.
d. I spend some time by my partner’s side, and some time mingling.
e. I let my partner drift or stick by me – as she/he wishes.

It’s odd really. I am actually quite extroverted and he introverted. But he is much better than me at socialising with strangers. When I know people I am different and then am happy to ‘work the room’ as it were.

4. Have you ever gone through your partner’s journal, diary or personal letters?
a. Yes – I‘ve read it/them from A to Z.
b. Yes – I’ve read some of it/them.
c. I know where she/he keeps them but I haven’t read any.
d. I know where she/he keeps them – I couldn’t help but look – but I haven’t read any.
e. No – I don’t know where she/he keeps them, and I have no intention of looking.
f. No – I don’t know she/he keeps them, even though I’ve looked.

None of the above. I know he has personal things, but I really am not interested in finding them or looking. If he leaves things lying around I look as he does at my stuff. But neither of us go snooping. 

5. Have you ever had a romantic partner go through your journal, diary, personal letters or text messages without your permission? How did you feel? What did you do?

Yes, my husband, soon to be ex. Trust is very important and I would never trust him again.

Bonus:  What makes you feel loved?

Being able to Trust my partner. Plus knowing that I am his priority as a person. Then the fact I know he wants and fancies me and lastly that he tells me and I know he means it. 


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This girl returns

A reconnection has occured between Master and this girl. It isn’t exactly that we were disconnected in any particular way. But there hasn’t been much time to just be us and to discuss our relationship. We came together as Master and slave almost 4 years ago (Dominant and submissive before that for 3 months). Our lives are busy and we still don’t live together and yesterday we discussed the effect that has on us. We also spoke the words that needed saying. That we no longer wish to be apart.

There are things to be done to enable Master and this girl to live together all of the time. He has some work to do on the house so that there is room for my things. She has to sell her half of her house to the partner of her ex, or else sell the house to someone else. Last year was meant to be the year when we moved in together, but time slipped away and it hasn’t happened yet.

This girl had spent Friday night at her mum’s. Her new home is 2 hours away and so visiting every couple of weeks and staying over night is the best option. Arriving home at 1ish, this girl prepared some lunch and we drank wine with it. Then since we both felt a little weary we cuddled on the bed and slept a while. Before and after the sleep, he stroked and caressed his property. Master expressed his frustrations about the time we spend apart and this girl agreed.

Later after dinner, more wine and a visit to the pub and more wine we retired back to bed. For some reason (perhaps it was the excess of alcohol) this girl felt both horny and submissive. She felt both of these in a way she hasn’t in quite some time. This led to orgasms, too many to count and since they haven’t been drawn on her body there is no real way of knowing. However there were many. Orgasms through penetration, through his fingers and also his power alone. Strong orgasms that brought on a wonderful nights sleep, nestled in the body of her Master.

This morning brought more sex and also discussion and agreement. Final details need discussion but. This girl is definitely back in the relationship. She was never completely gone, but she was hidden. The dynamic needs refreshing every now and then, it requires effort, so it is in plain sight. He wants a house slave and that means she must live with him. Perhaps living in one house for a few days together then swopping over will work for a few months. More time spent naked, more time worshipping her Master, more time calling Him Master and referring to herself as this girl. Hence this post.

Time also for the tattoo. A butterfly at the base of her spine. That is the next step. He wants to buy a new collar and an ankle cuff. A change from the existing collar and reaffirmation of the relationship. Of his ownership and her slave hood. More to come on this matter.

Elust #103

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Heaven is a Place on Earth
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I Don’t Want You to Hurt Me
There’s Many a Slip Twixt…
First Experience
Mixed bag/into my own eyes
Swinging 1
Lust and Will
Hot sunshine


Stop Worrying and Learn to Love Fellatio
I come from sexual assault
A life in three tweets


The Four In the Morning Fuck


Why Do I Blog?


10 Things I Will NEVER Write About



Two Harps

Two women travel together on a train, dressed in voluminous dresses of the day. So similarly dressed that they could be twins. Or best friends who just like to dress alike. One of the women is asleep, the other awake, reading. Outside the carriage the beautiful landscape of hills and river passes by, un noticed. That is what I see when I look at the painting The Travelling Companions by Augustus Egg.

Perhaps they are musicians on their way to a concert. Later tonight, they will sit side by side playing together. Just as they travel together and live together. Perhaps they are lovers, brought together by their enjoyment of travel, clothes and music. Who knows?

Sharing the love – SoSS #4


Many of my posts come from the many memes that our fellow bloggers organise on our behalf. It is difficult to keep up with them all. I find when I am writing lots, I have little time for reading and vice versa. This week I have written less than of recent, though what I have had to say has been reasonably profound.

I am really pleased to have contributed to the newly re-started Food For Thought Friday, on the topic of oral sex. As I have often stated, there were very few blow jobs and cunnilingus in my life before I strayed from my marriage. I was particularly struck by Indigo’s experiences. Firstly inexperience and fear and then later by the menopausal effects of the way our bodily fluids change in smell and taste.

Also through FFTF I found Eugene Noale’s blog. I loved his post Cinnomon and Cumin, but also I am really pleased to have discovered him. I love the photos of him and his open, honest and deep words. His post about his marriage, struck a note with me, given the one I am now free of.

That brings me to something I feel I need to say about the whole #SoSS thing. I know it was set up as a way of making sure people see the great words that are written each week. Plus the beautiful pictures that are posted. Words and images that mainstream social media would like us to keep to ourselves. May Moore spoke on Twitter about being Shadow banned again. This means that only those who follow May (and others who are shadow banned) can see her twitter posts. Without others sharing that information then, her lovely photos for February Photofest won’t be seen other than by those who already know her.  Kayla discussed the matter of shadow banning and other social media censorship on her Smutlancer blog this week. Essentially she says that we have very little influence over the social media companies and should just do our own thing. I think she is right, but then I haven’t been shadow banned (yet).

I have been troubled that most people’s #SoSS only refer to blogs that their followers tend to know about and follow themselves. It would be really nice if we didn’t just promote people who are shadow banned, but also anything new we have discovered this week. I discussed this with Bacchus from ErosBlog on twitter and as he quite rightly pointed out SoSS wasn’t specifically meant to raise awareness of new blogs. But he did agree that I had a point (and I am always happy for people to agree with me).

So apart from Eugene Noale’s blog, which I only found this week I would also like to promote Dayliacatt on Fetcetera. This is a blog written by a slave who is every bit as feisty as I am ( perhaps more so), who like me is relatively new to the M/s lifestyle and who with her husband and Master is enjoying a new lease of life. She writes about her life and is also a very talented artist. Do go and take a look.