What? You aren't serious!!!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Join my Fire Brigade!!!
Hello! I'm Trxz and I am recruiting!
Do you like the feel of warm flames sweeping gently (or not so gently) over your flesh? Or do you prefer the feel of the flame in your hand and flesh turned to bliss beneath it? Or maybe it's just the sight of the two combining that does it for you. All are welcome in my fire house! So come! Join the Brigade!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Belated Season's Beatings report!
A few weeks ago I went to AIS' Season's Beatings play party. I had such a fantastic time and a minor miracle occured. I brought enough alcohol to play with the 1 person I had made firey plans with. But my alcohol lasted for 3 and a half people. After that I had people beg, borrowing or stealing alcohol for me to light their fire. Even so I was not able to fit everyone in, however I do have quite a few play dates lined up for WW. I am also going to bring an extra bottle to gift to everyone who graciously gifts to my Fire Brigade.
Me at the beginning of the night!
I had a simply marvelous time. I hadn't been able to make it out for a while and I surely needed the break. Some good quality time with kinky folks was just what the dr ordered!
At 3:30 when I rolled in.
On my way out a good friend of mine reaffirmed my nickname as their "Chew toy".
I have the best friends!
Me at the beginning of the night!
I had a simply marvelous time. I hadn't been able to make it out for a while and I surely needed the break. Some good quality time with kinky folks was just what the dr ordered!
At 3:30 when I rolled in.
On my way out a good friend of mine reaffirmed my nickname as their "Chew toy".
I have the best friends!
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Sub report
It has been a long while since I have done one of these. Mainly due to the fact that I have nothing to report.
Many of you are familiar with My collared sub who went off to war. I am thrilled to say say he returned safe and for the most part sound. For that I am grateful. However once he returned it became clear that this relationship would not work. He has some healing to do both physically and mentally from the experience. I would and did of course support him in this as best I could. Unfortunately distance, scheduling and other factors combined to make it abundantly clear that for all his good intention to serve it would not be happening.
I am not the type of person who is content to call some Mine but have no access to them. That is not a relationship which can grow which leaves only stagnation. I am not a fan of stagnation. So it is with heavy heart that I announce that I have retired My former sub from service. I wish him happiness in his life and I hope he finds the balance he seeks. I have put away his collar and will no longer care for it's upkeep.
I had a few sub applicants which all turned out to be time wasting assholes. I am glad that they showed their true colors before anything wet any further.
I had a slave applicant who got all they way to the point of signing his contract before fear crippled him.
Currently I have one submissive who must pay for that privlidge as he fulls none of my criteria. This is a virtual relationship. Who can guess how I feel about virtual D/s. However I Mistress to him and for that he is grateful.
So I am feeling slightly unfulfilled on the D/s front. But I am not discouraged. I have the luxury of having a wonderful man at home who serves me better than any one I have ever met. So I will wait until I find the perfect fit for Me. I will not take pity on those who I know I could help. I will accept nothing less than precisely what I want. And believe that I will find what I seek!
In the meantime....
Many of you are familiar with My collared sub who went off to war. I am thrilled to say say he returned safe and for the most part sound. For that I am grateful. However once he returned it became clear that this relationship would not work. He has some healing to do both physically and mentally from the experience. I would and did of course support him in this as best I could. Unfortunately distance, scheduling and other factors combined to make it abundantly clear that for all his good intention to serve it would not be happening.
I am not the type of person who is content to call some Mine but have no access to them. That is not a relationship which can grow which leaves only stagnation. I am not a fan of stagnation. So it is with heavy heart that I announce that I have retired My former sub from service. I wish him happiness in his life and I hope he finds the balance he seeks. I have put away his collar and will no longer care for it's upkeep.
I had a few sub applicants which all turned out to be time wasting assholes. I am glad that they showed their true colors before anything wet any further.
I had a slave applicant who got all they way to the point of signing his contract before fear crippled him.
Currently I have one submissive who must pay for that privlidge as he fulls none of my criteria. This is a virtual relationship. Who can guess how I feel about virtual D/s. However I Mistress to him and for that he is grateful.
So I am feeling slightly unfulfilled on the D/s front. But I am not discouraged. I have the luxury of having a wonderful man at home who serves me better than any one I have ever met. So I will wait until I find the perfect fit for Me. I will not take pity on those who I know I could help. I will accept nothing less than precisely what I want. And believe that I will find what I seek!
In the meantime....
Friday, November 11, 2011
TOYS!!!
I love toys. I really really do. I am far too much of a child at heart to not appreciate the subtle happiness that creeps into my heart when I give huggles to a stuffed animal. It warms me inside.
When I was still living with my parents I had a lot of toys. Most of them motley or in some way abnormal. Long before there was a Toy Story I believed that toys had some sort of sentience. At the very least they have an energy. From childhood I always felt sorry for the odd toy out. The toy with a lopsided eye, or the stitching in the wrong place. Those ones I would actually cry over their fates. Noone would take them home. No one would love them. So I loved them.
As I grew up and became a mother myself I gifted a few toys to my daughter and I released the others into the universe to find new loving homes. A few I could not get rid of.
Kermy!!!
This was my first toy ever. My dad put Kermit in my hopsital basanet the day I was born. A few years back I thought he might have been given away to charity but my husband found him in the attic! I was so happy! I love this toy more than any I have ever owned. It was my first toy, and it was my daughter's. Maybe some day it will be her daughter's.
Kissing bears
These two were not part of my childhood but they are very special to me. My husband gave them to me for our first Valentine's Day together. They are cheesy, yes, but they make me smile every single time I see their little magnetic snouts touch.
Papa Smurf!
So this one isn't exactly from my childhood. It actually came to me during my teenage years. I was crusing through a KayBee Toys (should tell you how long ago that was, right there) and in the back of the store is the clearance bin. There sat Papa. He was marked WAAAAY down to $4. Why would a perfectly good Papa Smurf be marked down so low? I checked the stitching, everything was fine. I decided his voice box must not work. I squeezed his tummy. Nothing. I squeezed his hand. nada. Maybe he was missing his voice box? But then my twisted little teenage brain said, squeeze his crotch. So I did. And booooy did he start singing! Whistled the smurf theme. His voice box had dropped squarely between his legs. I personally would have paid more for a Papa Smurf you had to molest to get to sing for you!
Now as I sat there strolling down memory lane with my toys my mind wandered. I bet Papa Smurf is kinky! His voice box didn't slip! That is just where you need to grab him, firmly and right between the legs, to make him happy! What else was Papa having to hide from his children? Maybe Papa would like some time off. Some Papa time!
So we did a scene! If you don't want to see pictures of Papa Smurf in compromising positions, go no further!
Papa's a bit of a bondage slut, as we found out.
And Papa is a big time bottom! And as a reminder, when you do play, play safe. You will notice that I used a swiffer condom.
When I was still living with my parents I had a lot of toys. Most of them motley or in some way abnormal. Long before there was a Toy Story I believed that toys had some sort of sentience. At the very least they have an energy. From childhood I always felt sorry for the odd toy out. The toy with a lopsided eye, or the stitching in the wrong place. Those ones I would actually cry over their fates. Noone would take them home. No one would love them. So I loved them.
As I grew up and became a mother myself I gifted a few toys to my daughter and I released the others into the universe to find new loving homes. A few I could not get rid of.
Kermy!!!
This was my first toy ever. My dad put Kermit in my hopsital basanet the day I was born. A few years back I thought he might have been given away to charity but my husband found him in the attic! I was so happy! I love this toy more than any I have ever owned. It was my first toy, and it was my daughter's. Maybe some day it will be her daughter's.
Kissing bears
These two were not part of my childhood but they are very special to me. My husband gave them to me for our first Valentine's Day together. They are cheesy, yes, but they make me smile every single time I see their little magnetic snouts touch.
Papa Smurf!
So this one isn't exactly from my childhood. It actually came to me during my teenage years. I was crusing through a KayBee Toys (should tell you how long ago that was, right there) and in the back of the store is the clearance bin. There sat Papa. He was marked WAAAAY down to $4. Why would a perfectly good Papa Smurf be marked down so low? I checked the stitching, everything was fine. I decided his voice box must not work. I squeezed his tummy. Nothing. I squeezed his hand. nada. Maybe he was missing his voice box? But then my twisted little teenage brain said, squeeze his crotch. So I did. And booooy did he start singing! Whistled the smurf theme. His voice box had dropped squarely between his legs. I personally would have paid more for a Papa Smurf you had to molest to get to sing for you!
Now as I sat there strolling down memory lane with my toys my mind wandered. I bet Papa Smurf is kinky! His voice box didn't slip! That is just where you need to grab him, firmly and right between the legs, to make him happy! What else was Papa having to hide from his children? Maybe Papa would like some time off. Some Papa time!
So we did a scene! If you don't want to see pictures of Papa Smurf in compromising positions, go no further!
Papa's a bit of a bondage slut, as we found out.
And Papa is a big time bottom! And as a reminder, when you do play, play safe. You will notice that I used a swiffer condom.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Sugar COMA!!!
Halloween has come and sadly gone. :( But it was fun while it lasted. Every year after Trick Or Treat I allow my daughter 10 minutes to rip into her candy and eat as much as she can. So if you have ever wondered how much candy a 10 year old can consume in 10 minutes, I give you the answer!
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