1-Before you moved, did you keep in contact with Tigger?
In a fashion, yes. She’s something of a… hm, what’s the word I’m looking for. A wanderer? A flitting butterfly? So, yeah, if she were the butterfly in this scenario, we were the flower. We were there in the same place, she’d be in and out as she wanted. She was exceedingly difficult to contact directly and in fact, didn’t even know we’d moved until she made contact with us after the fact because she’d disappeared again. She is on and off of other social networks and has more contact with M than with me at this point.
2-Have you gotten more comfortable in the local kink scene?
Um… no. Haha. More comfortable with a small circle of kinksters, yes. The Houston scene is something else, truly. To a degree, I’m not sure we want to. It’s really almost too much.
3-I remember a couple old posts where M had given you tasks while he was away. In particular I remember a certain Christmas Nutcracker post haha. Do you still get direction to do these sorts of things?
LOL. I remember the nutcracker. Poor little soldier. He was never the same after that. ;)
He is just starting to pick that back up, actually. There were a few directives this last time he was gone. The mile on the treadmill with the clover clamps on, the whole banana thing… I have a sneaking suspicion those things will increase.
Nice Anon asks: Are you still helping out re fostering for the dog shelter? or volunteering? How did the little scared one you had, get on?
I am not at the moment. When the babygirls were here I had told them I wouldn’t be able to take in any new dogs because these shelter dogs almost all come to me with issues of one kind or another. Whether it’s behavior (aggression, fear, territory, etc.) or even something as simple as having never been house trained, never taught not to jump on people or not to bark at every spider fart in the wind. The unpredictable behaviors with a 2 year old around just wasn’t something I wanted to deal with. And, too, I knew I was going to be busy with them, I wanted to devote all of me to them, and that’s hard to do when you’re trying to train a dog or two.
So, long story short, I didn’t have any and then Master said he didn’t want to me volunteer for any when he was here, since I had an empty house already. He wanted all of my attention on him for now, so no weekends at the adoption event and no dogs at the house. At this point, I’m not sure if that’s going to be a standard rule, but if it is it will essentially end my fostering because you can’t just sign up to take a dog for 4 weeks. You sign up to take a dog until it’s adopted, whether that’s a day or a year.
Not that they don’t understand that things happen and people’s circumstances change, but to be the one who says “Well I can take this dog for the next 4 weeks but then someone else has to take him for the other 4 weeks while my husband is home”, that’s difficult for them to find placement like that.
It’s entirely up in the air for now. I really enjoy doing it. Like, really really love it. I also really enjoy not cleaning up dog shit in the house and would like to not have to replace anymore blinds that the last dog chewed up. Or the remote that got chewed up. Or my cell phone that got chewed up. Or my shoe. Or or or…
Edited to add: I forgot to answer about the little scared one I had. She was adopted. All of them that I’ve had have been adopted. She, in particular, went to an absolutely perfect fit of a family. They came back a few weeks later to give an update and said she was doing great. It was so good to get that update. :)
Long-time lurker asks:
1. What is your heritage?
Technically we’re American Mutt, haha. Far back in the lineage we’re both German, and he has a good bit of Scottish, as well. As for our American roots, I’m pretty standard 100% midwestern farmer, and he’s 50% midwestern (his dad) and 50% southern belle (his mother)
2. How would you react if you’d see a blog or clip showing your super-religious parents doing hard BDSM stuff? 3. Or one of your kids?
The answer is really the same for both. I’d weigh what I was seeing with what I knew of them. Are they happy? Do they seem to be enjoying life? Is whatever brutality I’m seeing offset by the demeanor of the person I know?
I can tell you that my two girls already know a fair bit about what Master and I do. If they’ve seen the clips or the pictures or read the blog, I have no idea. They’ve never said. But even knowing that we get up to some wicked stuff, they don’t think any less of him or of me. They are not worried about me.
I want to believe I’d do the same for them. I might need to ask, to clarify the consent and the overall satisfaction of their choices but I hope that’s all I’d do.
You have the best blog on the web.
Thank you! That’s really sweet. My ego appreciates the stroking, haha.
1. Does Scott use any methods of control other than pain and force (sadism) to controll you? Ex: Forced nudity, filming/pics of you stripping before sex, making you the only naked one at a party? would you like this?
I am naked in the house, always (except right now because the Comcast tech is here fixing our internet, lol). I’m to strip as soon as we walk in the door if we’ve been out. He loves seeing me naked, in just the shiny collar and cuffs, and the peek of the shiny njoy handle as I walk around doing chores, etc. He likes the dichotomy of him being fully clothed while I’m naked. He enjoys sitting back and watching me walk on the treadmill naked.
I am very very often naked at parties, or at the very least made to strip before play. I can’t say that I’ve ever been the ONLY naked chick there because most parties have lots of chicks and lots of doms make their chicks (and their boys) get naked.
He takes lots of pictures. All the time. Ugly, nasty pictures that he, thankfully, doesn’t always make me post anywhere, though he posts a decent amount on his Fet profile that, given my druthers, would never be in existence. I’m not so sure that’s really a method of control, though. A method of humiliation, yes.
Other methods of control. Well… it’s not nearly as hot but the reward system works pretty well. I do good things, I get good things in return. I do bad things, I get bad things in return. The more pleasing I am, the happier my life is overall. You’d think that wouldn’t be so hard to internalize but here I am lol.
He’s been super heavy handed about controlling my diet since he’s been home, and not just diet as in my calorie count (though that too) but literally approving or not approving every morsel going into my mouth. Hunger is a pretty motivating method of control. He’s controlling what I eat and what I drink, from specific type to specific amount.
Forced exercise, too. For instance, he bought me a new lawnmower recently.
Nice, huh? We have a manageable amount of yard so it’s not awful, but it’s hard. It’s hot and it’s sweaty. Pushing that thing up and down the yard in rows is the equivalent of walking about two and a half miles according to my step counter.
If I’m pestering him or look too lazy on the couch, he’ll send me off to do one of the many exercise dvd’s I have or plop me on the treadmill for a mile or two. Is it any wonder I’ve dropped 4 pounds in the week he’s been home? Not to me.
I don’t know if I’m even answering the question now. I started babbling. :)
2. Any additional videos for sale in the future?
Anything is possible. He seems to be getting his funk on pretty well lately (my holes would wave white flags if they could) and he’s very fond of the camera, so probably, yes.
3. Any info on Phrank/Leesa?
Only that they are alive and well and farming and cooking and raising dogs. She doesn’t blog any more that I know of so that’s just about all I know about them. I hope to meet up with them again sometime though!
4. What could Scott do that would humiliate you the most?
What he does do that I find the most humiliating is make me spread my cheeks and show off the njoy to anyone who is interested in seeing it. What he COULD do? I don’t even know. Anything that puts me on display like that for other people is pretty rough.
5. Any chance of a weekly front, back, side, spread cunt picnic to show your weight loss?
Funny you should ask that because he was talking about how some accountability here might be a little motivating than I’ve been able to accomplish on my own. He was not at all pleased with the stalled weight loss while he was gone this last time which is why he’s on me like white on rice this time. That would definitely tap into some of that humiliation I was just talking about.
As it’s now the last day of March, I hope I answered everyone’s questions. If I missed yours I do apologize! Thanks so much for making another March my favorite month of the blog-year!