Happy Halloween!

We have been skipping around the area we live, exploring good hiking places.  We even postponed creating our play-space for the summer as well.  The one thing we didn't forget was to play, and play we have.

Now it's time to get back in the saddle again, as we gear up for the colder weather.  And Fall and cooler temps also mean a number of holidays are just days away.  Master Michael and I wish you a safe and very fun Halloween.  And we will get back to blogging more frequently again.

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We intend to do some costume shopping right on the day after, as there are fabulous fantasy ideas for all year round.  At least, that is what I am hoping for as I fall short in the imagination department.

Which really begs a question of our readers-  How do you dream up fantasies that might be fun to play with latter?  Please help me out here!

Thank you,
Serafina

Exploring . . .

Port Louisa National Wildlife Refuge - picture by Serafina

Serafina and I have been exploring lately . . .

Yes, my dear reader, you might find my statement rather obvious, as we've been posting a small sample of the scenic pictures we've taken this fall.  And yes, we've been driving, hiking and exploring our continent's heartland.  It's all right out our back door, all of the pictures are taken at locations within a couple hours drive of where we live.

And it's true, the fall colors are exceptional this year, and we wanted to share some of the Midwest's understated natural beauty.  But at the same time, our physical explorations might also serve as an excellent metaphor for what's happening with our relationship.

Over the last year, I've observed Serafina's submission deepening and growing, just as her physical/sexual response to my dominance has continued to to increase as well.  It's not surprising really, as I also feel more assured in my own power and leadership.  So it seems natural for our relationship to grow at the same time, and it certainly has.

Direction is normally the domain of the dominant, as they are the individual with the greatest ability to give real direction to a BDSM relationship.  And, it's true that Serafina endeavors to fulfill my desires and fantasy to the best of her abilities.  I mean, there aren't many men who sleep most every night in a dungeon bed that's part of a full scale playroom that's almost certainly the centerpiece of our home.

But, it's also true that I see myself more as a gardener than a dictator.  Gardening is about providing a proper nurturing environment for something to grow, and in my vision that's as valid a role for a dominant as any other I've seen offered.

Yes, as Master, I do have metaphorical pruning shears in my hands, I can (and do) prune unwanted branches to promote those I desire.  The art of bonsai was considered an honorable hobby for warriors in some eastern cultures, it also seems (to my taste) to be a suitable metaphor for the role of a dominant.

We all come to relationships with a tangle of branches (otherwise called baggage.)  It's the Master's role to turn those twisted brambles into a thing of beauty.  I look at Serafina glowing as she's sitting by my side in her new corset.  She's reveling in her submission, and in belonging to a strong man she loves.  I'm reveling in the beauty of the relationship I've shaped.

I'm also reveling in the future possibilities that have been facilitated by deep (and sometimes difficult) discussions of fantasy and desire.  We're very strongly considering starting to look for an individual with desire to submit to Serafina and myself as her dominants.  There's a cage built under our dungeon bed for a reason, and it's not for storage!

Just as the two-track path in the picture that began this post seems to draw me into the picture and down the path, I also want to see what's around the bend for my lovely slave/wife and I.

Rock Island Rendevous

 While Master had to do a job that didn't need me helping him I was walking around a local city park taking pictures of the riotous fall glory.

Photo by Serafina

Earlier in the morning I had donned a skirt and nice blouse to go to the office with him, and pulled on some nice tall boots.  Just before we arrived however he turned to me and with his serious voice commanded me to remove my panties.

I did so without a word.  He took them from me and commented to himself "Well, I suppose these are to big to walk into the building with them in your mouth" - and handed them back all wadded up. I stuffed them in my jacket pocket.

Later Master asked where they had been put and when I told him, he wanted to see.  I pulled them and he seized them and stuffed them into his pocket.  We walked together quietly, while I was super aware of my nakedness under my black velvety skirt.  As I got my space set up Master growled at me to pick up my filthy underwear, and not act like the slut I am.

I turned to follow his gaze and there on the floor was my underwear.  I bent over and calmly picked them up.  Master reached for them and stuffed them into his pocket.  Every time he went up to the other offices he had his hand in his pocket.  I was wondering if he might flash them. . .  .

camping

Yes, the leaf was really THAT yellow. 

Serafina and I have once again returned from another camping trip, this one just a four day jaunt to the confluence of the Wisconsin and Mississippi Rivers, where among other attractions you'll find Effigy Mounds National Monument.

It was a cold weekend, with high temperatures never getting out of the low 50's and nights below freezing.  Cold weather camping isn't a problem for me, but the overcast skies didn't make for particularly good picture taking.

The fall colors, however, were outstanding!

Overlooking the Upper Mississippi River Valley
Wyalusing State Park - Wisconsin

Despite the cold we did manage hot kinky sex in a crowded campground, my hand clamped down had on my slave's mouth, making her cum again and again until she forgot who she was, let alone where she was. The look in her eyes when I reminded Serafina that there were only walls of canvass surrounding us . . . priceless!

oh yes!