A Lustful Wednesday!

On Wednesday I had been cleaning and fixing little things and I realized that Master would be home shortly.  I love to meet him at the door when he returns, but often I am not sure exactly when so I might be off in another corner of the house when he walks in.  He always responds like he is happy to be home in secure surroundings, and that is precisely my goal to provide the secure, clean and happy home for My Beloved.

This time was a little different, I had come to a place where I was finished and had no desire to start one more little thing.  So I bathed and groomed and instead of what I would otherwise put on, I wanted to surprise him.

I went to my "special" closet and pondered,  I could don a corset and nothing more than high heels. . .
I could select sexy lingerie, He always appreciates that. . . .
Instead I chose the Maids Outfit.
It has a most prickly crinoline, and I put it on .  It scratched and prickled right away,
I pulled the dress on pant's style, and had a little trouble getting the zipper up all the way in back.  I got it but I had to struggle a bit.
Then I pulled on the arm-band sleeves.  I was feeling sexy now.
It also came with a number of accessories, a hair piece, lacy collar tie, and ankle or wrist ties.  I decided not to wear the fishnet stocking with their lacy bands and wear only high heels instead, as I wasn't sure how much time before Master arrived and I didn't want to risk tearing them.

I waited. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . ..  . . .and waited some more.  I poured a tea and sat down to read.  All at once I heard a car door!! Could it be?  YES!! I sprang up and stood at the top of the landing and said simple "Hello Master!"

I heard him suck in his breath a bit in surprise and he answered back "Hello Slut!!"  I knew I had not let him down!!  He enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed his rapt attention.  I asked him if he had anything that needed dusting urgently, while I brushed the feather duster across my breasts seductively.  I think he just grinned from ear to ear and I am sure I heard him groan slightly.

Well I could write a lot more, but I always like to leave the rest to the imagination!!  I can tell you that the rest of that day seemed to go on forever!!  Just heavenly!

True Love

Some days are just a bit more mellow than others.  I was cruising my Facebook Page today and came across a very sweet pic that was being passed around so I just had to share it with our readers, seeing in general BDSMers are perceived as strange, odd or perverted. . we are!

Every morning begins with a proper brew of tea

Not a morning goes by when I do not long for that first sip of hot sweet black English tea.  Even as a young girl very fine tea was available at anytime, and my mom's favorite was an orange pekoe made by Salada.  Sadly I haven't found it in stores for over 30 years now and have had to settle for RED Rose or Tetly teas.  Even those are more obscure as you won't walk into a Wall-mart to pick it off the shelf, but it cam be found in higher end stores like Jewel Osco, or HyVee.

Morning tea goes back fewer years because for many years coffee reigned supreme.  In fact I had the coffee pot on a timer so that it was set the night before to offer a steaming cup of the java as soon as I dragged myself out of bed.  It woke me up and collected my sanity.  I mean, how could anyone make it through a day without coffee?

A sample of RED Rose Figures

What I didn't know was that for many years I had been accumulating the oils from the coffee-bean in my liver and had gone into toxicity, so the order was that I not drink coffee. . ugg!  So anyway, tea has become my routine, even if there is no automation . . yet!

I remember way back when I was a preschooler, my Grandmother often gave us little china cups, saucers, creamers, sugar-bowl and figurines of all kinds as keepsakes and gifts.  They came from bags of oatmeal, or sugar, and from RED Rose Tea Boxes.  by the time I was a teen Grandma has passed, but I had this collection of miniature figurines that I later began using for Faberge Egg Crafting and in dioramas.

Now I had not found any RED Rose tea in the USA before this. . (BTW I am Canadian bred and born) . . so imagine my surprise when one day I had to make a purchase of tea and saw a RED Rose tea box!!  I was hesitant to pick it up, thinking it couldn't be the real thing.  It looked like it,  It smelled like it. . tea has to smell a certain way- you know. . so I took it along with the Tetly I had by now grown accustomed to.

Imagine my surprise to find out that RED Rose had and was continuing to include the little collectibles with their product!  I was so delighted I felt like a little kid again waiting expectantly for the little treasures Grandmother loved to bestow upon her grandchildren.  I remember her fondly.

Today many of those years ago figurines fetch a fair price on E-Bay and such but I will be putting all of mine on display inside an egg!

What a delight!! Happy New Year Everyone! . . and may we all have the greatest year, by remembering the simple things that give us joy.

"Jack's Blowjob Lessons" - Book Review

fellatrice (plural fellatrices)

1. (rare) A woman who performs fellatio; a fellatrix.

 Serafina won't be blowing one of those silly noise makers at midnight tonight.

My darling Serafina is a fascinating woman.  She came to me after bearing and raising four children, but had experienced one man’s cock in her mouth on a single occasion, and never any anything anal.  She was a total neophyte in the world of BDSM and fetish pleasures.  Until 2011, she struggled giving pleasure orally, it was an odd remnant of her strict religious upbringing.  She confessed to me once that anal sex was easier for her, and seemed less taboo than sucking a man's cock.

As we conclude 2011, I can confide to you that my Serafina no longer struggles at all sucking my cock.  Rather, quite the opposite, she's given me the most passionate and intense blowjob I've ever experienced.  That's saying a lot, as I spent 15 years in a polyamorous relationship with Ms Torment who prided herself on being a world class fellatrice.

So here's a review of the book Serafina gives some credit for making her a world class cocksucker (my choice of words, not necessarily hers.)  About the time this post has been scheduled to appear (12:01 AM New Years Day) I plan to be enjoying her new skills.

Like I said, Serafina won't be blowing one of those silly noise makers at midnight!

Jack Hutson  wrote a guide book titled "Jack's Blowjob Lessons" together with an old friend, Tanya J.  His website can be found here.  he also has a blog, but it can be difficult to find here it is.


There is a healthy bit of information there for those who can't or don't want to purchase the book.  I understand Jack is the self publisher, and one can acquire the book in an electronic edition only.  I am not aware if there is a kindle version.  You are allowed to print your one copy.   However IMO the price of $49. is exorbitant.  Violet Blue’s book, The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio, is $17.


Jack Hutson's style of writing is pretty  much straight from the hip, he speaks today's generation's lingo.  I can easily see that his simplistic vocabulary and short short chapters would be the top choice for most who have busy lives and don't always have time to read a long extensive book.  It is full of grammatical errors, so I guess he doesn't incorporate a spell-checker.


One could pick any page anywhere, and get information.  No matter where you would begin reading, you quickly observe just how passionate Jack Hutson gets about attitude as he re-iterates every opportunity he gets.  I agree that attitude is everything. But Jack repeats his tune over and over. . . and. . .

Jack does not stop at advice for giving the best mind-bending orgasms, he reaches across the entire relationship as well and applies the attitudes there.  In fact, why be concerned about giving a great blowjob if the relationship does not mean that much?  Unless you earn a living giving blowjobs, Jack speaks to the average kinkster here.

But aside from being very egostisticle he makes one very grave error by stating . . . .  “swallowing (semen) — reduces the chances of getting STD’s  when giving head” Other bloggers have much more to say about Jack the ripoff:

Insane Hussein
A Bedroom Blog
Hey Euphoria 
Jack’s Blowjob Lesson: the scam and the take-down

The offer to review and study material on giving great, successful blowjobs came at a time when I very much was looking for it.  I had a few books on the topic, and The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio from Violet Blue.  This book, however gives the entire male point of view and what he has observed his own pleasure and exactly why and what makes that pleasure happen, and then he shares it for the rest of us. How lucky we are!
I can tell you that I would never do a blowjob in public toilets or other dirty places as he suggests. 

I am learning that starting while in the shower together is a very good method for me.  The number one issue of . . umm how clean is it? is resolved by a sensuous scrub.  The warm water is soothing and comforting. It helps me focus.


I would have just one more tip to share and that is for those like me who are still struggling with the texture and or taste of semen.  What I am learning is that the more of my tongue I engage, the less surface there is to get taste from.  By using my tongue this way actually gives him more pleasure, and the more pleasure he gets the less I think about my personal issues.

How are you? How was your day?

How are you? How was your day?

What does one reply to the question?

There are lots of people who ask out of just some holy habit. It can be surprising just how strong the forces of habit and rote cognition can be - not really wanting an honest answer. I also know that isn't the case here. But yes - it is such an unexpected thing to have exposed this kind of vulnerability - or fear of being vulnerable.

Almost always when anyone besides Master or close member asks the question, the mind invariably goes into “computer processing “ mode, and given no more thought that computers are capable of giving, Which is to say nothing, and both the one questioning and the one answering are actually grievously dismissive. In the end it is meant to portray a measure of “I care” when in fact neither could care less about the other.

Call it protocol devoid of significance. Or substance, for that matter. I was not used to anyone who actually cared and it was easy to give and OK/fine response because, they were being "nice" by asking but didn't really care. I had done that many times myself.

Sometimes it might feel like a burden or intrusion to have to come up with the details of my day, and sometimes they were interrupting something I was doing. When Master asks. . he really does want to know. He may feel like having a conversation but doesn't have any earth-shattering topic to bring up. It's a kind of an opening gambit . There's no hidden agenda, just wondering about the other ones day.

On the other hand if asked how the day was probably should not be the time to seize the moment and never stop talking or talk endlessly about trivia could eventually shut down the one doing the asking. However during the day when you experience something good or bad you could make mental note that this is something you might share with him at the end of the day.

You might even visualize doing it. Then when you find yourself saying "Fine" you can add, "Well actually, it was better than fine because .... Think of what could happen if we really would ask and really be curious, and be interested in his day as well!

Asking occasionally happens at an inopportune moment, but I love that he wants to share my day. He's the one person that is actually interested in the little things that I mentally bookmark throughout the day what's even nicer, is that it's a two way thing. He has little things to tell me too. As someone said recently “It's a bit like two children emptying their pockets and sharing the treasures they've found that day... a shell, some string, etc!”

Christmas Quote

The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.


    -- Lucinda Franks

In addition to the writing you find here at SpiritualBDSM.com, Serafina and I also have a modest quote blog called BDSM Quote of the Day.

It's not a terribly exciting blog.  As might be expected form the title, there's a new quote added daily, and that's about it.

A number of the quotes featured at the blog have a direct BDSM context.  However, many were never intended in that way, I've selected them because they have relevance to individuals living a BDSM lifestyle.  On some rare occasions, like today, a special Holiday or similar occasion, may elicit a quote with little context for BDSM.

After all, many of us living a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle have religious occasions and observances like Christmas, Easter, Hanukkah, or perhaps Ramadan (holiday selection reflects my Judeo-Christian background not any bias against the holidays of other religions with which I'm simply not familiar.)   No matter how inventive we may be at incorporating our lifestyle and our other lives together, some things may not easily be incorporated into a sexual or BDSM context.

That's OK.  Our lives being what they are, we can't exist on sexual energy alone.  We need time to sleep, eat, and perhaps even pray.  As a Tantric, I consider lovemaking a form of prayer, but that doesn't mean there aren't other devotions and observances necessary to nurture the spiritual side of my nature.

Of course, all that doesn't mean Serafina and I will be sitting around roasting chestnuts and singing carols tonight.  With all the wonderful energy available in the Christmas season, I'm not about to waste tonight, or tomorrow, eating too much in the company of relatives I'm not normally partial to being around.

In honor of the season, I'm going to strip Serafina naked and shave her as bare as a baby tonight.  Perhaps a schoolmaster's cane can substitute for a Shepard's crook.  There will be folks on their knees, the smell of incense, and I will spend the night in adoration of my sweet baby.   It will be an incarnation of perfect love.

I'm mixing the sacred and the pagan, but then I'm going to dress up in red woolens and a red winter cap.  That's about it for costuming, as my beard is already white.

 It won't be a sleigh I'll be riding tonight, but ride I will.  And yes, I will be chortling while I ride, and saying, "Hoe, hoe, hoe."

 So, Merry Christmas to all . . . and to all a good night!