A 2019 Update, On the PA…

So, a while back I did the thing. Got the ol’ PA (Prince Albert) piercing done.

Funny though, I still cringe when I think about it – what is it about getting pierced, um, well, down there, that is just so cringe-worthy? Totally makes sense, but you’d think after going through it and realizing I’m still alive and it was really not a big deal, that it wouldn’t be that way. It is.

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Challenge Day 26 – Response – Story – The Day After

This story is a response to the challenge for today’s December challenge, the final story of the challenge (though certainly not the final Fiction? posting here on the site).  Here’s a link to the challenge post.

You know, there is just one more present,” you say to me with a gleam in your eye.  I’m not sure what else there could be, we’re just finishing up from a weekend of family, presents and food.  So much food.  So many people.

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Prince Albert Piercing / PA – turns 1 year old

This last weekend (March 19th) is my one-year anniversary of getting my PA – my Prince Albert piercing. I wanted to follow up the other posts about this experience and give everyone an update.  Luckily, this isn’t about kids turning 1, so no huge array of pictures to endure. 🙂

There’s a link in the top menu bar to the other PA posts if you’re interested.  From just before to time since… it’s all there.

The PA has been, overall, a great thing.  I don’t say “overall” to take away anything from it.  I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Here are some interesting bits I’ve learned over the last year…

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Mashup: D/s, Flirting, Getting the Stink-Eye and More

We had a pretty laid-back weekend, and, as is Charmer’s style, that meant that we also had lots of time to flirt and play.  Again, I’ve learned new things about myself.

While we were lounging around on Saturday, for example, I found out that I have a smell when I’m denied and lookin’ for love.  What?  A smell?  Talk about giving me a complex.  She was just laying on my leg and grinning and I asked about what – she let me know.  She liked the smell.  Not like it was overwhelming (she says) or anything like that, just a pleasant sweet smell.  I told her I was just pushing out pheromones to try to entice her into bed any way I could muster.

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Update on the Prince Albert Piercing (2 months)

It’s been 2 months now since the Prince Albert (PA) piercing.  Wanted to offer a quick update and information about what we’ve learned.

First, it’s great.  That’s it.  You can stop reading here if you’d like.  But know that I really like it and how it’s healed and such.

Second, as my first piercing (and only piercing), I’ve had to learn all the things that anyone with a piercing already knows.

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An “off” week at the Snake household…

We’ve just had an out-of-sorts week this week.  It started off with a misstep, which caused a misunderstanding, which moved on to a full-scale argument.  We rarely argue.  We bicker.  A lot.  We regularly call each other rude names in public and freak other people out who don’t know that this is our silliness.  We annoy each other like every married couple, but usually nothing really sticks.

Snake has a really slow fuse.  I am explosive but then it’s over in 30 seconds.  Our daughter is just like me and he is always amazed when we go from screaming at each other to giggling in no time flat.  It’s just who we are.  And our differences usually keep things calm because he just rolls his eyes at my rants and all is good.  I’m his sounding board so he rarely gets too angry.  When we start having hurt feelings and miscommunication, all bets are off.

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Our Version of Dominance and Submission

There has been a lot of blogging lately about how subs can be made to feel submissive.  Several people have talked about more discipline, several have talked about more verbal commands and Snake made his feelings known last week.

There are so many posts on what makes a Domme.  If you do x, you aren’t really a Domme.  If you don’t do x, you aren’t really a Domme.  It’s the fantasy version of the woman in black leather holding handcuffs and a whip.  It’s not reality.  Sure, there is probably leather, handcuffs and whips in many of our arsenals.  But I think those are tools, not the actual domination.

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