After a successful first day and night, I awoke fresh and hungry. I sent Karl off to the town to stock up on breakfast and lunch items, as well as munchies. We needed a stocked refrigerator so that he could make my usual breakfast each day, and a light lunch was always a good idea. A quick phone call to the front desk revealed that wine could be purchased at the grocery store, so that was added to the list, as was another pack of rope. My bondage instinct had been aroused the first day, and I was hungry for more. No sense running out of rope.
"Don't tarry, Karl, and remember that you're on the honor system for the entire vacation, so behave yourself. Oh, and pick up a local paper and any "attraction" brochures they might have on display. If you can get back here within the hour, I might have a special treat for you. My nipples could use some sucking." I knew there was no way he'd be back that soon, but a little encouragement was a good way to get him hopping to it, and some fuel for his imagination was always fun. As was his potential frustration.
Well, an hour and a half later Karl returned, apologized for taking so long, and set about putting everything away. I had him remove his clothes - having a naked sub serving you breakfast is something every woman should see to - and then he quickly started fixing my breakfast . Coffee, a small orange juice, two eggs, two slices of buttered toast, sausage and a slice of melon. No mention of anything for him, and he was too well trained to ask. However, he knew I'd never eat all of that, so he clearly had hopes for leftovers. No nipples, however.
After my breakfast was on the table, I had Karl get into footstool position - he knew it well - and I had a perfectly prepared meal with my feet propped on his back, as I perused the newspaper and browsed through the brochures. Oh yes, I had tied his balls with a length of rope, the other end of which I tied around one of my ankles so that any twitch or jerk of my foot would be very noticeable to him. I didn't want him to think he was being completely ignored, you know.
I suppose we stayed like that for about an hour, after which I took the rope off of my ankle, placed my plate on the floor and let Karl partake of the leftovers: one piece of toast, one link of sausage, and nearly all of the melon. His patience had paid off, not that he'd had any choice. Then I tied the previous ankle part of the rope to his wrists - leaving about a foot of "play" between his balls and his hands - and told him to clean everything up. It was definitely fun watching that.
So that became the general pattern of each morning for the remainder of the vacation, minus the taxi ride into town, as Karl had planned well and the larder was properly stocked for the week. After breakfast, I initiated the next daily pattern by having Karl put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes, and I did the same as we prepared for an after breakfast hike around the area of our resort. I was used to working out, and it wouldn't hurt Karl to work up a sweat, so we walked briskly each day all over the place, Karl keeping discreetly a few steps behind. We both got into it, and it felt good to see Karl enjoying the outdoors instead of fretting over work.
Back to the room where we took a quick shower and got into our bathing suits for a dip in the sea. I had Karl rub suntan lotion over my body - his cock very happy and at full attention - and I did the same for him, and off we went to the beach. There were quite a few couples enjoying the sun and surf, but we managed to find a nice palapa and beach chairs and we settled in. The blue sky and the beautiful turquoise water were irresistible, and the morning became afternoon until we headed back to the room.
Yet another pattern was reinforced as I had Karl repeat his salt/sand licking of the previous day, this time with the grand finale of my orgasm being induced by his tongue on and in my ass - more frenzy on his part - and I was left drained and ready for a nap. Karl's pre-cum was, shall we say, copious, and his swollen cock was just begging for relief. He gave me a pleading look with "puppy dog" eyes, and who could resist that? Well, I could, of course, and I had him fetch me the rope.
More to come.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
AN ENORMOUS "THANK YOU"!!
My brain is reeling from the totally unexpected - and totally gratifying - response to my last blog post: "THE END OF A VACATION". I certainly never expected that posting to generate so many comments, and I find myself enormously grateful for and touched by the number of replies and the positive words of encouragement. I can't thank all of you enough!
Many people admitted that they didn't realize how important a comment was to a blog writer. I think I can safely say that nearly all of the people who put forth an effort to write a blog feel that comments are vitally important and give them the impetus to keep on writing. I know that I feel that way, and I hope that the sort of support that I just received passes over to the other FLR, M/s, D/s, etc. blogs found throughout the vast blogosphere out there.
As a result of the response that I received, I've changed my mind and decided to finish the postings related to my recent vacation. Give me a bit of time to get my head together, and I'll soon post about the rest of that vacation. It's not all that dramatic, but I think you'll find it interesting.
Once again, thank you all so much!!!
Many people admitted that they didn't realize how important a comment was to a blog writer. I think I can safely say that nearly all of the people who put forth an effort to write a blog feel that comments are vitally important and give them the impetus to keep on writing. I know that I feel that way, and I hope that the sort of support that I just received passes over to the other FLR, M/s, D/s, etc. blogs found throughout the vast blogosphere out there.
As a result of the response that I received, I've changed my mind and decided to finish the postings related to my recent vacation. Give me a bit of time to get my head together, and I'll soon post about the rest of that vacation. It's not all that dramatic, but I think you'll find it interesting.
Once again, thank you all so much!!!
Thursday, August 4, 2016
THE END OF A VACATION
I must admit that I'm in a bit of a quandary concerning my postings on my recent tropical vacation. According to Google's record keeping, there have been over 3,000 views of part 3, and over three times that much in total for the 3 parts of this post subject. That's a total of over 10,000 viewings of these 3 parts. Part 1 received comments from 4 different viewers, part 2 from 3 different viewers, and part 3 from 1 viewer. That's a total of 8 comments, 3 of which were from one viewer, out of over 10,000 views. That doesn't even register as a percentage point on my calculator.
So, what is one to conclude? On the one hand, I'm gratified that so many people have chosen to view my writings. On the other hand, I love comments and write these days mostly to get dialogues going with back and forth comments, and am completely in the dark as to how so many people can read these posts and so few actually bother to comment.
It's very hard for a non-professional writer to put together posts that feature dialogue. Just the punctuation with all of those quotation marks are challenge enough, and there's the whole problem of being true to the happenings while keeping the post flowing. It takes me well over twice the time to write something like the "Tropical Vacation" posts than it takes to write a post about some concept or other.
My friend fur sissy has suggested that a certain number of readers simply use these "personal story" posts as masturbatory fodder. Read, get off and go on to the next. A wanker's delight, as they say across the pond. Well, my original idea behind posting when it began about 6 years ago was to provide a source of support and education for femdom wannabees. That happened to a small but exciting extent, but it became clear soon enough that my readers were largely male, not female. Well, that was fine since the comments were interesting and relevant when they came from men as well as women. I've enjoyed this back and forth tremendously, respond to comments religiously, and all was well.
Something has changed. I don't know whether it's a result of Google's attempts at censorship, or if everybody is on vacation, or if I'm simply boring the hell out of most readers, but the comments have dried up, at least on my blog.
Well, enough of all that. It simply goes to explaining why I've lost any desire to go on with the Tropical Vacation remembrance. It simply feels like I'm writing in a vacuum, and that is no fun for me at all. I do apologize to those very, very few of you who took the time to comment, but enough is quite enough. I'd rather spend my time reading and commenting on and supporting other writers' blogs, always assuming that they will respond to my comments. If they don't, I take the hint and go elsewhere. So, until I once again find a "concept" to write about, I bid you farewell. The vacation is over.
So, what is one to conclude? On the one hand, I'm gratified that so many people have chosen to view my writings. On the other hand, I love comments and write these days mostly to get dialogues going with back and forth comments, and am completely in the dark as to how so many people can read these posts and so few actually bother to comment.
It's very hard for a non-professional writer to put together posts that feature dialogue. Just the punctuation with all of those quotation marks are challenge enough, and there's the whole problem of being true to the happenings while keeping the post flowing. It takes me well over twice the time to write something like the "Tropical Vacation" posts than it takes to write a post about some concept or other.
My friend fur sissy has suggested that a certain number of readers simply use these "personal story" posts as masturbatory fodder. Read, get off and go on to the next. A wanker's delight, as they say across the pond. Well, my original idea behind posting when it began about 6 years ago was to provide a source of support and education for femdom wannabees. That happened to a small but exciting extent, but it became clear soon enough that my readers were largely male, not female. Well, that was fine since the comments were interesting and relevant when they came from men as well as women. I've enjoyed this back and forth tremendously, respond to comments religiously, and all was well.
Something has changed. I don't know whether it's a result of Google's attempts at censorship, or if everybody is on vacation, or if I'm simply boring the hell out of most readers, but the comments have dried up, at least on my blog.
Well, enough of all that. It simply goes to explaining why I've lost any desire to go on with the Tropical Vacation remembrance. It simply feels like I'm writing in a vacuum, and that is no fun for me at all. I do apologize to those very, very few of you who took the time to comment, but enough is quite enough. I'd rather spend my time reading and commenting on and supporting other writers' blogs, always assuming that they will respond to my comments. If they don't, I take the hint and go elsewhere. So, until I once again find a "concept" to write about, I bid you farewell. The vacation is over.
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