Baldy in the Wild

There’s a Scavenger Hunt location called “Your Name in the Wild,” and it’s a fun one. I am always looking for a Jade Street, or perhaps a store that specializes in jade, or maybe an exhibit that has jade in the description, but the two times I have seen it…

Soft Focus

I’ve had a jagged couple of days: work has been enormously demanding and I’ve had to deal with all of it alone as everyone on my team except me has multiple days off; I’ve been sleep-deprived as I have tried to adjust to early rising (4:30 am) three days a…

The Bowling Curtsy

I often send Sir snippets of video in Marco Polo when I am away from him. This time I sent this video at the completion of a punishment task – I was a little giddy at not having to do it anymore, lol. Also, I’d been practicing my bowling approach,…

Pinched Nips in Italy

I asked Sir if, while I was in Italy, I could forgo pee permission. He gave me “The Look.” The one that says, “Seriously? Why would you even ask?” Umm…the eight hour time difference? The fact that I’ll be climbing up and down mountains in rural Italy, won’t have my…

Just Another Work from Home Day

It’s been awhile since I’ve had anything in my ass. I noted this as I slathered lube onto my football-shaped “daily wear” buttplug, the one I can – and have – worn all day and night before. (With bathroom breaks, of course. No one wants an exploded Jade.) As comfortable…

A Correction Nipple

The meme Boobday is in its new home, and I happened to take some photos yesterday, not to celebrate boobs, but as a correction from Sir because I had apparently lost my mind the last week or so and forgotten to ask bathroom permission several times. The punishment? I had…

Ready to cum for Daddy

I don’t (usually) call him that. That’s never been a part of our dynamic. At least not overtly. If I think about our relationship, though, I can definitely see aspects of it. It’s less about control; more about following his lead. It’s less about domination or dictatorship and more about…

The right way to start his – my – our day

Morning bj’s, “sleepy bj’s,” are the best. We woke earlier than we needed to this morning and cuddled awhile, enjoying each other’s warmth, the sun peeking through the blinds, the feeling of not having to be anywhere just yet. Well except I did have to be somewhere. I’d signed up…

Cowboy in My Mouth, pt. 1, or, How we almost lost our riding privileges

It’s hard to recall exactly how it started. We were in the sweltering tent, though now at least we had a fan going, so that was helping enormously. We’d also bought a new airbed (yeah yeah, we weren’t roughing it, okay?) and it was set up. He was kicked back,…