Posted by caprycorn on Sun 27 Jan 08, 11:24 AM to caprycorn's blog.
I blogged the other day that it might take me a few days to get my impetus back. It took two. It's back. With a vengeance.
One slight impediment in our path of decadence, if you can call her that, is that it is SherbetFace's weekend at home. She has a very good relationship with her biological father and spends every other weekend with him, which does make us rather fortunate. Most families with young children don't get the amount of free time that we do, to do what we do in abandoned privacy.
However it does mean that when I have a putative head of steam, I have to stop or to adapt what I want to do to what we can do. This new house gives more scope in that her bedroom has a floor inbetween it and our living room. So whilst at one point we would not have played at all when she was in the house, now we can have certain types of scene. Not too loud (hence the need for very large gags as herself is a noisy little madame and besides I do adore her gagged bitch-grunts) but there are many more options. I think this is where my recent fascination with rope has come in. It really messes with lucky's head, it indulges my sadistic side in that I can hurt her both with the ropes themselves and with the positions that I put her into, and himself enjoys both my reactions to her pain and hers to it. Suffice to say that there are three very happy adults these days which makes for a happy family full stop.
So tonight. Not too sure if there will be rope involved - I might wish for herself to be mobile. There certainly will be bondage mitts locked onto her hands, a headharness locked onto her head (surprise surprise as the clue is in the name) and some nipple clamps. Two sets, one for her nipples and another for her labia. I enjoy seeing her shuffle and hop in pain as the chain swings...
(Sudden thought to self - I wonder if the chains on the clamps are long that I can link them together, so that they overlap on her torso, connecting nipples to labia? Must find out later.)
J is not as sadistic as me. However one down side to my own sadism is that he is quite capable of applying my worst tricks on lucky to me. So I know what heavy clovers on labia feel like (quite delicious to be honest but then I'm a slut for clamps). It's strange how that happens - I used to hate harsh clovers but now breast torture, especially clips and clamps, gets me off like nothing else. Not bad when you think that I wouldn't even call myself masochistic. But that particular pain, or rather that particular range of pain - hell yes, I love it.
Lucky has to go away with work for a few days next month, and I am not looking forward to it. J has been uttering various debauched doings in my ear on what he is going to do to me when she is away, to distract us both, I think, from her absence. Apparently I'm going to be striped all over, and my breasts in particular. Strangely enough that doesn't fill me with apprehension - more like desperate anticipation. So I'm very grateful to him for putting an upside on what is going to be a miserable absence for all of us. As for her, she'll have to have some marks to remember us by when she goes. A cutting, definitely. Some welts, definitely. And the promise of more to come on her return.
It looks like it's not just me getting my mojo back either. J is driving our dynamic front and centre again. Hard though it is to believe (whistling innocently here) he has decided that I am skating too close to the edge of my own particular circle so it's time to pull me back into line. I would say that I object, but I don't. It's that sense of security, like being wrapped in a warm soft eiderdown on the coldest of days, being held safe and warm against a bearlike chest in a bearlike pair of arms. Arms like a harbour, a friend of ours says. She's right too.
It's good to feel peaceful. Horny. Frustrated in that I WANT and can't have until tonight. Minorly irritated in that once again we can't get to the CMunch because it's always a day when SherbetFace is home (and she's not 100 percent either). But peaceful nonetheless. Hard not to, when there are so many upsides to life.
