Life As I Know It
That title sounds kinda cryptic, huh? Meh. It’s not meant to be. It just summed up where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. Just living life.
That’s not a complaint, by the way. My life is rocking cool. I’d be hard pressed to come up with complaints, and whatever I did come up with would be trivial.
There’s something wickedly awesome going on between Master and myself over the last couple of months. The best way I can think to describe it is to say we’re “blending”. Everything just seems so smooth and effortless and comfortable. It’s really nice.
We’re coming up on 6 years. When does one qualify for longevity in M/s? Is there a minimum time requirement? Have we reached it!? I want a trophy. A cookie. Something.
Anyway, as I was saying, I’m living. Somehow I seem to have lost the ability to work the internet into that living. Probably that will work itself out now that the kids’ school break and Master’s holiday break are over. As Jack pointed out just the other day “you can always tell when Scott’s home; the blog goes quiet.” We determined I should just post that I am busy acquiring blogging material and I’ll brb.
So what blogging material have I acquired anyway?
Well.
A couple of days ago, Saturday morning in fact, Master wakes up, looks at me and says “I’m in a giving mood today. Get dressed and let’s go.” Not being one to question or dilly-dally over direct orders (ha! Who am I kidding. But I did get up and get dressed.), we were soon headed out into the snowy-yuck that is the U.P. and off to the mall.
There’s a book store at the mall that is closing. Everything in it is half price. Master got, like, 20 books or something. I got one. But it looks like a good one. Some steamy, sex, bdsm-y type of thing, if the jacket is to be believed. (I’ll let my fellow perverts know if it’s worth a read.)
You know what is directly across from the going-out-of-business book store in the mall?
Regis Hair Salon.
Do you know what place was pathetically empty of clients because there was a baby-blizzard going on outside?
Regis Hair Salon!
Do you know where Master took me by the hand and dragged me to after he paid for his books?
Regis Hair Salon!!
Do you know where he sat me down in a salon chair, spoke with the stylist, pointed to exactly where the scissors should stop, dictated the layering and almost.. almost.. ALMOST had it snipped up to the very base of my neck?
AT REGIS HAIR SALON!!!
It was only through very nervous and almost imperceptible shakes of my head that he scrapped the “take 12 inches off” order and changed it to “just take off 6 inches. I think she’s going to pass out.”
You know what it felt like when she was done? It felt like someone had taken off a too-small and too-heavy motorcycle helmet. I happen to know what it feels like to wear a too-small and too-heavy motorcycle helmet because I grew up with a Harley-loving dad.
In other words, it felt–it FEELS–divine. Luxurious. Heavenly. Lightweight. I feel like I’ve been Tigger-fied. I’m bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun! Well, maybe not pouncy. But the rest for sure.
It’s going to take some getting used to because I have no idea what to do with it. Other than running my fingers through it and gleefully telling Master to “Look! Look what it does!” and then flipping it oh-so-nonchalantly out of the way, that is.
So. That prediction that I’d probably sit in the salon chair and bawl over being an epic hair-fail?
Nah. I couldn’t have been more wrong. In fact, I was positively giddy. A little nervous but far far FAR from feeling bad.
I’m having trouble dredging up any feelings of guilt or failure or oh-noes!-I’ve-topped-from-the-bottom! because… well because. I haven’t, in over 5 years, managed to top him from the bottom or manipulate him into doing it my way, and I doubt that I somehow magically made it happen on Saturday morning either.
Maybe it WAS that he didn’t want to hear me complain about my hair anymore. Maybe he was bothered by the frequent headaches. Maybe he was tired of my lost hairs finding their way into his underwear, wrapping themselves around his ball-hairs and then ripping them out when he had to hurry and yank his tidy-whities down for a quick poo at work (true story, that.)
Maybe he got a wild hair up his ass. (Pun optional)
Maybe.. whatever. Fact is, it was his decision.
It just so happens that SOME of his decisions are hella lot easier to obey than others.
*beams*
Wanna see?!
It feels a lot shorter than it looks in that picture. It is teh awesome haircut.
Master seems to like it too. Practically every time he looks at me he says something about “loving the ‘do” and then praises himself for having the great idea of cutting it. 
An added bonus is that he’s given me a couple of good solid hair-pulling moments and it hasn’t sparked an immediate headache. Before, he just couldn’t indulge himself too much in that fetish of his. Now he can.
*beams again*
On to other blogging material.
We’ve had some great sex. Like, toe-curling, eye-crossing kind of sex. Master summed it up perfectly the other night when, after collapsing on top of me, he grunted out “God DAMN we have good sex, cunt!”
He’s right. We so do.
And then! Even after having that toe-curling, eye-crossing kind of sex, in the middle of the night I’ll be sneaking my hand into my nightstand drawer for my pocket rocket and popping off a couple of silent and secretive ‘gasms just at the memory of that awesome sex.
You know where else he rocks? He’s not interested in orgasm denial or orgasm control or masturbation restrictions or permission to come. None of that b.s. The more the merrier, he always says and you know what? He’s fucking right! I tell him that I masturbated in the middle of the night right next to his snoring face and he gives me a high-five.
He is so made of win.
You wanna know where we had some more awesome sex? Right smack in the middle of Jack and Jill’s living room. Yep. Sure did. With Jill’s own orgasm right on the heels of my own. Or maybe before. I’m not sure. When the bench I was leaning over started taking a dive on to her poor naked bod, I lost track of who was squealing first.
We were making some music, let me tell you. Girls moaning through orgams is a pretty sound.
We have no shame. None. Zip.
Srsly though. How many friends do you have where it’s not only okay, it’s encouraged to bend your girl over and boink in the sanctity of their living room?? I love those guys!
We did a little bit of play. Master wanted to do some bondage so he fiddled around with the rope for awhile.
I’m a finicky bondage fanatic. Bondage for the sake of bondage doesn’t do much for me. I tend to find the process of rope work to be tedious, downright boring sometimes, and if it takes too long, I’ll get foot-stomping impatient.
Cuffs and chains are so much faster and easier, don’tcha think?
My interest in bondage begins and ends at restraining me for the purposes of fucking my brains out, painfully please, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it. Or securing me to something, somewhere, so’s he can beat me and I can’t do anything about it.
Bondage for the purposes of looking pretty in rope? Meh. I can take it or leave it.
I take it, whenever he’s in the mood. He was in the mood.
I suppose that all sounds unappreciative or something. It’s not meant to be. I soak up any kind of attention he wants to pay to me, especially if there is a kinky-flair behind that attention. I just would rather spend time doing other kinky things than having to stand there while he winds rope around and makes knots.
Ugh. Even that sounds snarky.
Y’all know what I mean, right? *desperate plea for understanding here*
Anyway, here, have a look-see.
Check out those shmexy fucking socks, y’all. Laugh if you gotta but just let me point out that cold feet are not a turn on for anyone. You can take that to the bank.
Let’s look at the hair one more time. Notice how healthy it looks. You can’t see it but I’m beaming. Again.
This picture played right into that fantasy I have of being hooked up to a cow milking machine. (Which, btw, is one of the most often used search terms that brings people here. I tell ya, people are perverts!)
Unfortunately, that titty ran dry a billion years ago.
*shrug* C’est la vie.
This next picture I kinda like. Notice that there is a bit of hair pulling going on- and I’m not running for the Excedrin! Boo-yah!
At one point during the evening I almost tumbled down into that funky hole that sometimes follows pain. It’s that place full of self-pity and anger and fed-upedness.
He had me bent over, cane in hand, warm up (what’s that?!) dismissed. And I Was. Not. Digging. It.
It beckoned me, that place, when he started with the cane. It’s been too long, I’m out of practice, my ass is practically virginized, I wasn’t ready, I didn’t want to, it hurt, he started too hard, and on and on and waah waah waah.
You know that place? *another desperate plea for understanding here*
I mean I was THERE. At the threshold. One foot into the hole of funk, the other foot off the ground and ready to go…
…and then he totally redeemed himself by bending me over and fucking me into oblivion.
Does he know how to work me or what??
Apparently he enjoyed it, too. I mean, gosh. Look at that big, cheesy grin on his face!
~cunt
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Tuesday January 5th, 2010 9:10am
I love the haircut. It’s great and, yes, it looks super healthy. I wish you all the happiness you speak about in your post with your owner, All the best for 2010 to you, your owner and family.
Thank you kaila! I wish the very same for you!
Great haircut! Love ‘Tigger-fied’. I’m stealing it.
Those socks are some kinda sexy!
Aren’t they though? I’d even wear them with heels.
Your hair looks soooo good. Betcha overdid the shampoo and conditioner the first time you washed it.
LMAO Bet she did too! I did that for an entire week after I got mine done, went WAY over because I went from about her length now to a jaw-line bob type cut (only need a quarter of what I USED to use) – and I still do it from time to time like 2 months later! Old habits die hard.
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You know what’s even more fun is when I rinse it/dry it/brush it/whatever, my hand keeps going long after the hair ends. I forget its not there anymore! I end up brushing air. Hee!
lol, and every time since! I’m still overdoing it.
I get lots of suds though..lol
What can I say beyond ‘ditto?’ Hot sex often is good – and so’s having that level of union/comfort/ease/whatever!
Big yay’s on the haircut (loved mine minus the fact it was a little long in the back) and James has found my hair in some interesting places, which spawned his mentioning I needed a good lopping. -snicker- I’m thinking maybe you didn’t freak because of how Sir approached the situation, kinda like making you think it really WAS his idea? LOL
Now if I could just finish perverting James so maybe I could end up with some pictures like that, I’d be set! LOL
Working on a new WP base template and I think your pict has inspired me for a banner should I get around to doing up a new design for this place. -grin-
Seems like there was somethin else but my mind is on a million other things this am. If I remember, I might come back. Mainly just wanted to say seein this really appealed to the sap in me and made my day a lil brighter.
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I’m due for an update on WP but the last time I tried it myself I had a blank page. I ain’t even gonna try it again. I’m every bit as website-challenged as I was last time you fixed me.
You mean a banner for me or for you? I’d like a new one. Not that this one isn’t awesome, it is, I’m still thinking I’m too vanilla to have such a kinky banner. lol.
I laughed at the “interesting places” on the hair. They sure do travel far from our heads, don’t they?!
Kaya, lovely post, great pictures, in the last one, don’t know about The Boss, but you look blissed out.
I read every post, just don’t comment much.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
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It’s always a pleasure to hear from you, Paul.
Congratulations on your hair cut and on not feeling guilty about it. Obedience is never a bad thing and I think it would have been different if YOU had gone to the salon and cut it alone without him there directing the scissors where to stop.
They’re really in charge… I mean really they are, whether we know it or not.
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“They’re really in charge… I mean really they are, whether we know it or not.”
Isn’t it funny how that can sneak up and bite you on the ass?
I love it kaya, you always seem to know how to write a good story about your life and make it worth reading and re-reading. It’s always fantastic to read about your life and how smooth it’s going lately!
I’m happy you got your hair cut, I’d hate constant headaches too and thank god for men who like to pull hair! I get all floaty just from a little tug, mmmm.
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Thanks luna. Sometimes I think I’m going to drive people away with my PollyAnna-ness.
Hey… were you guys going to make it to Madtown in Feb?
love the haircut
Thanks cathy.
Kaya, that was truly an enjoyable post. Sounds and looks like you had great fun.
We sure did. It was a great time. You totally should have been there.
Beautiful haircut!!!! isn’t it amazing how a simple little hair cut can totally change your outlook/feelings and just general persona? go figured…and congrats for recognizing that your life is ok, we all have ups and downs, but to fall in love with your life and truly recognize it, appreciate it is an accomplishment in any lifestyle!
“to fall in love with your life and truly recognize it, appreciate it is an accomplishment in any lifestyle!”
So well said!
Kaya,
I thought you said you had shortn hair now. From my POV, what you have now is long. Short would be, like, shoulder length. I think it looks really great.
You know, I’d let him fuck you in my living room…if I had my own living room…in my own place.
Dave
I’ve no idea what anyone else has said, but prolly what made the differance between bawling and giddy is S standing behind you telling the hairdresser what and how to cut. Going on your own with vague orders? Bawl. Being dragged there? Joy.
(Btw. I emailed you. Did you get the emails? There was some issues with commenting, so perhaps there was more issues with emails. Anyway.)
AW!!!!!!!!
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I think my feed reader hates you. It took almost 12 hours for this to show up. Everyone else it updates within 15 minutes.
What the hell is that?
Blah. ANYWAY! One more voice added to the “sweet haircut!” choir.
Also… I totally started reading this post with my brother in the room. I was just NOT expecting kinky pictures. Know what I did when I realized this had nekkid pics? Angled the computer SLIGHTLY away and just kept right on reading.
*beams*
He’s playing on the PS3, so I’m like 78% sure he didn’t notice your bum and boobies. That’s what, a C+? I guess I get a C+ for Blog Reading Skillz.
~Chloe
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kaya, great looking hair..and the blissed out smile was real nice, but those socks!!! Oh baby, baby. But I do understand, it what, about -12 in the UP right now??? Great post, the Prof
Mew mew mew!! ^_^ I’m so happy and congratulations! I loved the hair cut, your master sure is a nice gentleman, and those picture of yours-aww i bawwed!
Happy Holidays for you aswell darling! Love reading ya!
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This whole post is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read in my whole life. Happy New Year!!
xx milla
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Wow. And here I thought I was the only one that was fighting that funky place you speak off. And hell its been rearing its ugly head a whole bunch since my last two surgeries. I’m not ready, I can’t take any more pain, I’m scared, you have to warm up, I’ve lost my tolerance. On and on. It is a hard one to get out of once you’re in and I’d love to figure out how to not let it happen in the first place. And yep, love the hair. Master let me cut 4 inches off mine and I love it.
That’s one sweet hairsy cut! Doesn’t it feel good to take the hair suit in for alteration? (Note to self: Make appointment for your own damn hair.)
I’m glad your headaches are gone. That’s got to be one hell of a relief.
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Love that you got the haircut.. and that there is no guilt! AND you look just fab with the new “short ” hair!
( mine won”t grow beyond my shoulder blades! long..NOT)
And his face.. aww.. too wonderful.
It is so great to know that the two of you are so darn happy!! Seriously!!
Your hair looks beautiful! Sad that I was just beginning to think mine’s getting long, and it is the same length as yours. Lol
Great post, darlin’. Loving the ‘do!
Awwww…that last picture is just so damn CUTE!!!
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you two can come fuck all you want in my living room and it isn’t snowing here!
love the new hair and I think the look of contentment on your face is more telling then his smile
Beautiful as ever xxx
First…love your hair…looks super healthy. I can almost imagine the swing to it as you toss it over your shoulder! You could do the naughty Pantene ad now…”when your Master wants you tied up to go, shouldn’t your hair be ready too…(kaya has shampoo bottle tied in with the rope between her tits…) ” okay, nilla silly today. BTW…His rope work was divine! Beautiful. Lucky You. (grins)
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Your master is a genius for thinking of getting your hair cut as it is. It’s just gorgeous!
It’s your own expression that really makes the last pic such a big pay off to your post. I totally get where his grin is coming from, but your look of pure contentment is heart warming.
Finally I got back from overseas and can read your blog again..hallelujah! I love the haircut, it looks great and so healthy and shiny. I bet you are enjoying it and also perhaps enjoying the hairpulling sans the headaches, huh? Great pics hon. Hugs to you and your Sir.
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