Playful @ MindSay

......She feels his presence but she had before only to find nothing. So, not turning around was not out of the ordinary ..then she felt his breath on the back of her neck......

Jill still was in awe that He chose her, that she was there, that she was His now. There was a deep fulfillment in surrendering control to a loving authority figure that was equisite. 

Sir Michael. He chose her. She felt like a beautiful spirited woman, a princess in her own right. She was HIS now, and he intended to teach her respect and submission. He wanted her for his own and would bring her into submission by force if necessary. He had said to her, “I can be a kind and loving man, but I can be strict to those who disobey me.”

On the second day after being chosen, she was taught that she would be punished for disobedience or refusal to submit. She was not punished, but told only to go to his bed, where he made love to her, as his own.

A shiver pulsed up her spine and her lower belly responded with a kindling burn. She felt her pussy drip at his scent and her mind raced backwards thinking of the night before.  Passion was 3 hours over, or was it about to begin? She lay in a lulled erotic repose. She gasped as she felt cold ice and warm fingers touch her skin and issued a panicky laugh.

An instant later, He had already removed the ice cube and was guiding her head to the pillow. She lay naked before Him, presenting an almost infinite surface for the ice cube to explore. Slowly, so slowly, He  touched her ankle with the ice cube, holding her legs to keep her from pushing away. Again she laughed, and the ice cube inches up her thigh to the borders of her pubic hair. 

He stopped, took the ice cube away and stared at the smiling face of the woman He already had begun to adore. jill giggled softly, bracing for the next icy touch; for 20 whole seconds He sit beside her, watching her tense expectation. Next, her elbow; the ice cube skates up and down her arm, leaving a cold trail of tears. "Eyes closed," Sir Michael whispered, lifting the ice cube to the other side of her body, catching the drips with His hand to disguise His next move. The ice cube flits against her fidgety breasts, electrifying points of contact, inching towards her pubis, encircling it like an inward-moving spiral, while she lay there, absorbing these sensations with pleasurable impatience.

As the ice cube begins its final descent — Sir Michael thought " I feel less like a giver of pleasure than a torturer, a man extracting confessions of pleasure to gain a vital piece of information. But even torturers can be artists; their brushstrokes are careful and controlled; their motions enhance the helpless yearnings of the human figure in all its beauty. The key to the ice cube was movement—staying too long in a single place would numb instead of excite; I had to keep it moving, making sure not to miss a square inch of skin."

He brought the ice cube over her silky smooth mound, providing not merely precipitation --for she was already damp with anticipation-- but a sudden frost. Her body recoiled, and she signaled with her hands not to stay long. But the ice cube remains, searing all sensation and wresting a hollow sigh from her lips. Finally, sensing victory (or was it defeat?), He lifted the ice cube, (now a third of its original size) to her lips, which she accepted like a gumdrop.

Looking into my eyes, jill wrapped her arms around Him to offer a weary, grateful kiss. But instead of kissing Him—and here's where jill proves herself different—she keeps the ice cube between her teeth and moved her mouth over her Master's shoulders and chest. She knew a cold tingle flashed through Him and that He was trying not to flinch. But that's what she wanted, and he finally did when she located a tender patch on His side. She moved to His face and deposited the well-traveled but ever-diminishing ice cube into His mouth.

Jill just grins. He bent over her lips to give the ice cube back. Her tongue accepted the gift but pushed it back to His mouth. Laughing, Sir Michael tried to kiss her, but jill playfully pulled her head away. I held her head so He could kiss her once again, pushing the ice cube back into her mouth. jill accepts, and their tongues wrestled with each other, trying to present the other with the ice cube. Cynthia tickled my back, and in an instant, He let down His guard and allowed her to push the ice cube back into His mouth. Betrayed, He tried  spitting it out, but she covered my mouth with her icy cold hand. Unable to resist, unable to open His mouth, jill's lips moved down His stomach and the ice cube underneath his tongue dissolved....

to be continued....

Oh my!

An interesting pattern has been emerging, not only with the readings I've done in the past but with other issues I've been coming across, including things through Lightworker sites; the subject of playfullness, of child-like wonder, of a "second childhood".

My Dad is 75 and he isn't anywhere near his second childhood! I'm 30 years younger and I've been getting into my 2nd childhood since I was in my early 30's!

So what's the difference?

Well my Dad still believes in things like "being in control" and "being serious" and "being mature" "doing what's right", etc., etc.,you know that story line -I'll bet you do!

I remember watching other parents in the playground with their children as my daughter was growing up...I was the crazy parent on the slide and in the sandbox - not the one watching quietly on the sidelines, not connected, being bored...the one having fun and remembering her own joy while enjoying the playful and imaginative company of her young daughter. Gosh! I realize I was so lucky to have the opportunity to enjoy that, so few even notice! I've learned that wonderful opportunities develop when one takes the time to "notice"!!!

I watch as my daughter takes motherhood so seriously and I just hope she remembers to take the time to thouroughly enjoy her daughter and the special moments that will be encountered as Vanessa grows and develops. And most of all that she remembers that things don't have to be "perfect" to be going well. That what other people think is really of little importance and she should do and be the sort of mother that feels right for her - not some unrealistic and inflexible ideal.

From my perspective, being a grandmother gives me an opportunity to live a third childhood, vicariously through my granddaughter...(already did the second with my daughter...) And that means by the time I get to my Dad's age I could be well into my sixth or so...Now there's a goal worth striving for!

I've heard the term "go forth and multiply" - which really meant , I think... "here is the wonderous earth - go and be creative for you are creative beings and god will relish your creations and revel in your creativity." And intuitively I get the sense I'm close to a basic truth in this...

Children are unabashedly spontaneous and creative...and I think as we age and get past all those "rules" to live up to, "goals" to achieve and "morals" to develop we finally understand what's REALLY important - and it has nothing to do with rules, goals or what we've acquired or acheived...

It has everything to do with the very susbstance of our lives - the depth and breadth of the relationships with people we encounter in our day to day experiences.

It has to do with how we approach things - with the perspectives we use.

And perhaps to some people a "second childhood" means being decrepid, being helpless, wearing diapers...some people won't agree with my perspective - and if I believed a second childhood meant being disconnected from my world I wouldn't like it either - surely I wouldn't aim myself there with such glee!

What do you think about having a second childhood - perhaps you have a different perspective?

What's wrong with being playful anyway - is it a crime? (some work environments could stand a good dose of sensible, practical playfullness!)

That....then...would be ....just another perspective...wouldn't it?

Live, Love, Laugh and.......BE happy!

Well, I'm home early. Why? Because some idiots form Marist never came apart from me and CJ. Not happy, they are frowney's and tomorrow will be well spent hunting down and clipping those who were meant to show. Foolish people.

Anyways, I have a few things to speak about tonight, one is my birthday and what I got and what happened, then Duckie's brilliant ideas and her current challenge before her, and thridly, there might be something if I think of it by the time I'm done with everything else. So, let us begin.

My birthday, being today, began a rather nice day, I woke up (at an abnormal hour since holidays have just ended) and things pretty much went smoothly. I had a plan for the day (which didn't happen to plan) but things still started well. I got to school with my new Camera (Canon 350D) and showed it to my photography teacher who appeared to be rather impressed with it. School went on and eventually finished much to my delight. My original plan was to then head into Civic, book my P's Test and then I'd head over to CIT to begin the Bar Course. Of course, that didn't happen because I'd forgotten my uniform so I had to head back home. Fortunatly I had my stepmum pick me up so things went all well, I still booked my course at a different shop-front and as said in my last entry, it's on the 4th of May, which is next week.

Now the Bar Course was going to be a highlight of my known day, of course as said above, only CJ and myself showed up, we registered and were told to go home. Great. So here I am, about to start rambling about what I got and what my Birthday consisted of.

My first gift was my new Camera, the Canon 350D of which I am most happy with. CJ got the same one a few days before hand and thus combined we have a lot of potential to use with these cameras.

My Second gift came in the form two seperate trainings, the first; a First Aid Course, and as of the 21st of April, I am fully qualified Level 2 First Aider with St. John Ambulance. The second training is the Bar Course which I began tonight.

My Third gift, which I found to be the best yet came in the form of a surprise from my Girlfriend Shorty. She took me into the heart of Canberra and took me (blindfolded) to the ultimate Socrates, Questacon. It's a science / educational thing designed to teach people of all ages about science with plenty of "hands-on" exhibits and the such. I am a person who loves to tinker, I love Socrates and always find the most interesting devices there. Questacon was great fun, and the day in general was beyond fun, spending it with both Shorty and CJ whilst doubling as an adventure with T.P. You can find out more at SilencingShorty.mindsay.com and Purgatory.mindsay.com.

My Fourth Gift was booked today, and for the last time (honest) was my P's driving test. I'm fairly confident about it and if things go well, should pass with flying colours.

The remainder of my 'gifts' are coming as designated by the kind givers. Thanks to all who contacted me today wishing me a happy birthday, it's the little things that make birthdays that much better :) I am keenly waiting on another surprise, and they know who they are.

My Birthday has certainly been great, and I'm most happy with what I have received. I'm glad I have the friends that I do have. Anyone else and I doubt my birthday would have been as great as it has been :)

-----------------------Enough about me, onto Duckies IDEAS!---------------------

To start, Duckie is RE-learning the trumpet and she says taht her fingers remember, but her mouth doesn't.

Secindly (the best part) she reckons at the end of the year we should obtain a house-boat for a week. I personally think that is an awsome idea and it should be undertaken!

Thats all for now...

-- Lory