Charmer has been experimenting. Again.
Edging is one of those things that fit in the “frustration, but hella fun” category. It’s bizarre, difficult to manage at times, and overall, it’s a very demanding thing (don’t you feel sorry for me? )
Continue reading To the Edge and Back… and Back Again
Looking back at October, and at chastity in general, it’s bizarre to think it’s been something like 6+ years of full-time for Charmer and me. We’ve learned a lot, we’ve had some interesting debates (both with us and from outside folks) and we’ve seen this kinky twitter and blogging space roll back and forth as different things sweep through, chastity being one of them.
Continue reading Locktober… and Chastity Overall
See, one of the things about kink is that it opens up your mind. It opens the thoughts of “if that was great, what about “X”” – it’s an ongoing cycle that drives kink forward and gets you to consider all sorts of things… I mean, what if…
That’s exactly the thing that is happening right now. What if the impact play is, well, played with. What if it’s more, different, etc. Not in a “beat the crap out of me” standpoint, I’m not really interested, and she’s not really interested in dealing out, the art of being a butt-fillet. But…
Continue reading Always More, Eh?
Snake wrote the other day about 100 edges. We had been doing a boot camp weekend which we do from time to time and he had been doing a really good job of anticipating and following directions.
Continue reading E is for Edgy
Charmer likes to push boundaries, heck, we both do. I think little nudges in new directions tend to add up to big nudges that introduce new ideas, new things to think about, new experiences.
We’ve added Boot Camp weekends to the mix of late – we do them when it strikes Charmer’s fancy, no real schedule- but it has lately been running Friday-Monday on choice weekends.
Continue reading 100 Edges, 12ish hours.
Chastity has been a really interesting physical and thought experiment run with me. We’re now into this full-time since 2015 – this grand process of FLR, D/s and the chastity cage. I never really anticipated what it would be like, the impact it might have and the cool learning it’s lead to.
Continue reading C is for Chastity Cages and D/s
I’ve never really given or asked for a lot of advice. Cynically maybe, it feels like when I’ve been asked for advice, it isn’t really that they want advice. They want me to tell them that what they want to do is right rather than really wanting advice.
Continue reading A is for Advice
This weekend is bootcamp. Not the exercise type, but the D/s type.
Continue reading B is for Bootcamp
There’s a disconnect in my brain about feeling sexy and being interested in sex. I can feel sexy and still not be interested. I guess, in general, I’m not interested if I don’t feel sexy, but that’s actually not usually an issue.
Continue reading F is for Feeling Sexy
The line between want and need is blurry at best. Most of the time I think the line wanders between the two and sometimes they are the same thing.
Continue reading C is for Connected
“That’s not the mug I set out for you this morning,” you say as you watch me pour the water for my tea.
Continue reading M is for Morning Mug
I am not really known for my patience. I tend to get frustrated with inanimate objects that don’t cooperate–Snake just silently comes in and takes it usually–and I hate waiting when I can’t see the reasoning for waiting.
Continue reading P is for Patience
The Scrabble game started last Friday and ended on Thursday. In case you missed the tweets, here are the rolls:
Continue reading R is for Results (Scrabble That Is)
Were we always kinky? Yes, definitely. Were we always kinky the way we are now? Not really.
Continue reading K is for Kinky
A couple of weeks ago, I posted a poll on Twitter asking about starting a new game. I asked if I should do another Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, CAH or a new game. While the poll results did appear to be tied at 35.3% for both a new one and Scrabble, they were skewed by a mistaken vote for Trivial Pursuit that I was asked to change.
Continue reading S is for Scrabble
When I think about the foundation of our dynamic, the first word that comes to mind is trust.
Continue reading T is for Trust
I don’t know if we have ever told the stories about our pen names, to be honest. The names actually came before we started the blog because we needed Twitter handles.
Continue reading C is for (Steeled Snake) Charmer
“I need you, inside me, now. “
I was high as a kite hearing that. It was early in the morning, we had the house to ourselves, she has THAT look in her eyes. I’m raging against the cage, needing to feel her, wanting to feel her.
“Unlock. Get back here.”
Continue reading D is for Denial… Torture
When I first started thinking about this prompt, all of the quotes talked about making sure you have low expectations to avoid being hurt or disappointed. While that way be true for the “outer world,” I don’t want to live that way within our marriage and dynamic.
Continue reading E is for Expectations
It’s strange how quickly a scene can change, and how it can be physically, mentally, or both.
But it sure does.
Continue reading P is For (Her) Prey
Headspace is a weird thing for me. When I saw the prompt, I thought about how that all comes into play when, well, when we play. I immediately went to “Sub-space” – but I am learning that there is actually more to it than that.
Continue reading /s Headspace
Of course it’s Halloween-time of year – things are finally cooling a tad, and all sorts of excuses for fun and games. Of course Charmer is always one to raise the stakes and have some fun with things, and this is no different.
Continue reading T is For Trick or Treat… Charmer Style
I am spoiled. Totally admit that. Snake takes care of most of the house chores except cooking and he does that on Saturdays if we are cooking at home. Laundry, cleaning, garbage and lately even grocery shopping.
Continue reading Expectation of Service
Hey….Yes, I know. We’ve been absent. Life has been crazy here just like with everyone else in the world and we just needed some time to hide and try to figure out any sort of normal.
Continue reading Dipping the Toe Back In….