1/20-1/26 Reviewed.

This week has been a blur. Between being sick and heavily medicated and being busy and … heavily medicated, I don’t remember a lot of it. Friday, though, stands clearly in my mind. A wonderful day that left me full of smiles, begun with a great walk with a new friend that energized and encouraged me. Moving on to taking care of some business with car and work and then my Sir. He surprised me with a visit. I was over at his place making use of the internet to get my work done faster and he called, told me I needed to get naked, get some heels on and play with myself for him… my mind really wanted to say “but ..but I’m so busy! I have so many things that I need to get done and .. and… and…” but then I reminded myself (and he helped remind me) that there must be a reason that he wants me to do this because he knows that I have a ton of stuff to do. 

I’m so glad that I obeyed my Sir…. Because he came to check up on me. Because I’m sure that, had I protested, he wouldn’t have been as pleased. Because knowing that I pleased him, and then feeling it made me feel so gooood. That left me feeling so special that he took the time to surprise me that way and that he even thought to do so. I’ve been missing him so much, but I’ve been missing feeling his control just as much. It was exactly what I needed. It made me feel controlled, owned and cherished. I know that I am those things, but to feel them so completely was magnificent.

Then Friday night, to get to go to the opera with a group of lovely ladies that I can be my true self around. We saw Madame Butterfly and I got to sit cuddling with my beloved Sister the entire show, holding her hand, caressing her knee, enjoying her arm around me and after the curtain, to kiss her goodnight in the drizzling rain not caring that our friends were around us… that was liberating, beautiful and wonderful. I fell into bed that night with a smile on my face that nothing could have wiped away. My good mood is still carrying me, though it’s been dented here and there by this and that, but having a day filled with love, friends and fun definitely recharged my happy battery. 

Truth & Mercy

Let not mercy and truth forsake thee; bind them about thy neck, write them upon the tablet of thine heart. 

So shalt thou find favor and good understanding in the sight of God and man.
Proverbs 3:3-4 21st Century King James Version (KJ21)

This verse was brought to my attention via a post in a group I am a member of on Fetlife. It resonated and so I dwelled there with it for a while and read what others had said about it. One had used it in a collaring ritual with his submissive, another found historical references to relate to the Dominant/submissive dynamic, others saw no connection. I, being the lover of lexis that I am, wanted to first explore the meaning of these two oh so important words that the Bible says I should bear on my neck and my heart. 
mer·cy

 /ˈmərsē/ noun
mercies, plural

1. Compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm

- the boy was screaming and begging for mercy

- the mercies of God

2. An event to be grateful for, esp. because its occurrence prevents something unpleasant or provides relief from suffering

- his death was in a way a mercy

3. (esp. of a journey or mission) Performed out of a desire to relieve suffering; motivated by compassion

- mercy missions to refugees caught up in the fighting 

truth

 /trooTH/ noun
truths, plural

1. The quality or state of being true

- he had to accept the truth of her accusation

2. That which is true or in accordance with fact or reality

- tell me the truth

- she found out the truth about him

3. A fact or belief that is accepted as true

- the emergence of scientific truths

- the fundamental truths about mankind 

Thank you, Google! I love the diction in this scripture. To take these and bind them about my neck and write them upon the document that is my heart means so much. It is one thing to hold things in one’s heart and keep them dear, but with mercy and truth, to make them a part of my heart, not just in it. To not hide them only inside, but to wear them proudly on my neck and let all know that these claim me and that I claim them. Mercy; this is compassion, forgiveness, kindness, understanding, benevolence. Truth; this is fact, honesty, sincerity, genuineness, certainty, uprightness. I am to not only accept them and give them in their entirety. I am to make them a part of who and what I am and how others see me. 

Ironically, E once screen-named himself these two words. Truth and Mercy… So this verse is just made a bit dearer to me.

E's Birthday Celebration

The Edible Aphrodisiac Exploration that we did for E's birthday went wonderfully! 

There was a lot of great food and good friends and I think it went damn well. I don't have a lot to say about it, but I thought I'd share a few pictures as an update.

Menu:                                                                                                            Chipotle Turkey Nachos, Celery Tomato Cucumber Salad, Lavender Chicken Salad in pita pockets, Honey Ginger Glazed Carrots, and Almond Stuffed Mushrooms. With a dessert table of Fruit Salad, Peach Champagne Sorbet, a Mint Watermelon Vodka Sorbet, Chocolate Banana Slices with Chopped Almonds, Chocolate Honey Banana Bread, Melted Chocolates with Strawberries, Bacon, and Marshmallows for dipping and the dark chocolate and whiskey "Beautiful and Damned" birthday cake. Drinks were a Honey Lavender Lemonade, Coffee, Iced Tea and whatever else anyone brought.

I think my favorites were the Turkey Nachos, Peach Champagne Sorbet and The Cake lol. E said his favorites were the Fruit Salad, the Peach Champagne Sorbet, and The Cake as well...

I enjoyed pretty much every part of this party, including the after-party birthday beating! 

I'll be back with more substantial posts once life calms down a bit. 

Until then! 

~Surri

A Little Remembering

In ten days my contract with E will be up.

We're working on developing a more customized version for a longer duration, but it's hard to believe that those 90 days have already gone. Time is such an odd thing. It seems like so little time has passed, but it doesn't feel like there was a time before this. And that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. 

But with that in mind, E asked me a while back to write a little recollection of the first time I called him "Sir". I figured I'd share it, since I'm feeling a little nostalgic right now. 

Hide and Seek

I remember the intake of breath as he pressed me down to the floor. I remember the way I dug my fingers into the carpet.  Do I remember what brought this on? Not really, that seems to be erased from my mind, but I remember the first strike, I think. It blurs after that.

It had been a long time since I’d been in such a position, months. And there were months then years before that time months ago. I wasn’t going to be easy this time. I had given in easily before and look where that got me. I may have to earn my place, but, dammit, he was going to have to find it first.

I wanted to say it. With each question he asked, I wanted to release that one little word, but I bit my lip instead. I “mmmmhmmm”ed and “uh huh”ed and nodded and he even drug out a few sharp yesses with inquiries on my content and my enjoyment while he left pretty marks on my ass from I wasn’t sure what at the time. There was some spanking involved and I squirmed my way across the floor as is my habit. I think he made me crawl at one point. But there was that crystal moment that remains so clear in my mind. I don’t recall what question he asked. I don’t remember why, but I’m thinking he’d caught on to my game. I found myself with his hand in my hair and his face near mine after one of those truncated yesses and a sharp strike to my bottom, edging toward my thighs.

“What?” he asked.  He had been talking to me the entire time, some of it I actually heard, other was just his voice running a background for my responses to each impact.

“Yes,” I replied a bit louder and with a little more bite in my voice. Repeat of the blow in almost the exact same spot. He just looked at me and waited. Another. I don’t remember if he said anything at all that time, but he found where I had hidden it.

“Yessir.” And it got the best response I could have hoped for in his “Mmmm. Good girl… Very good girl.”

I have no idea what happened after that. The bubble of this memory pops here, but he found where I’d hidden the “Sir” and he’s not likely to let me forget it. Not that I’d ever want him to.

I Have That!

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busy busy busy

So I've undertaken projects. I'm planning like mad and doing tons of research and I'm completely geeking out on it and loving it!
I hope to do a series of kinky eating gatherings this summer. :D yay! I want them to be fun, but also somewhat educational... I do love to learn.

The plans:

Nyotaimori Night:
We are blessed to have a chef among those in our group and this night was his idea. It was this idea that sparked my concept of a kinky eating series of events. However, he is handling the details of this night.
This may or may not be held during spring break.

Edible Aphrodisiac Exploration and Discussion of Butler's Books:
Exploring aphrodisiacs is just fun. This event will be more of a tasting than a sit down dinner. I'll prepare several dishes with as many aphrodisiac ingredients as I can and display them with a description of their ingredients and why those particular ingredients are considered to affect libido and arousal. The butler's books is to make certain the following dinners don't cause any allergic reactions, offend any vegans or vegetarians, or have people leaving food on their plates simply because they're not fond of it. I plan to have a template of a basic page for each person to fill out and will offer copies of these for anyone that wishes to have them. This is also to help me with future parties and is simply the beginning of what I expect will be an extensive book.
As soon as schools let out for the summer

1950's themed D/s Dinner:
A lower protocol and semi-formal concept to sort of work up to the intimidation of a formal high protocol event. I plan to serve dishes typical of the American 1950's served either family style or buffet style, employ music and attire common in that time period as well as discuss 1950's households.
Two weeks after the Aphrodisiac Exploration.

Owner and pet Style Dinner:
This dinner is a bit more intense in protocol, but not in table manners. It is also an exploration in the dynamic between Owner and pet style D/s. The pets will serve the meal, wear as little as possible, kneel to the left of their Owners and crawl whenever possible (not during serving food or drink). The Owners will hand feed their pets during the meal and the pets will have speech limitations. I plan to prepare a sort of finger food menu for this event to make it simpler for the Owners to feed their pets. I know we have several switches and unpartnered persons in our group and am asking that the switches choose a role for the evening and stick to it and that the unpartnered ones contact me beforehand so that I may make arrangements if possible.
One month following the 1950's Dinner.

Formal High Protocol Dinner:
This event is still fluctuating until I solidify a place to have it, tables, and place settings for all interested parties. A "Collar and Cocktail" period will start the event for everyone to relax a bit and shift from vanilla life. It is during this time that we will do a sort of ribbon ceremony to pair any unpartnered persons for the evening.
The food will be prepared immediately beforehand and be ready for plating. Each submissive will plate food for and serve their assigned Dominant as well as themselves in sync; plating simultaneously, but serving the Dominants first then returning to the kitchen to bring out their own food. (hopefully! :D )
I hope for at least a 5 course meal, but the menu is not solidified. Using Mistress Zeneca(Starseer on Fetlife)'s manual as a loose guide, I am attempting to create our own version of protocol for this event and will have a review of it two weeks previous to the dinner. This will be the close to our summer series. The dinner itself is to be one month after the Owner and pet style dinner if everything goes as hoped...


WHEW! Ok. So just to give you an idea of how absorbed I've been in this... I've had this window open writing this post for 3 days. lol  I tweaked a few things in the plans over that time and I'm finally posting! yay!!!! hahahaha. Hopefully I'll be able to pull all this off!

valentine's day yayness

the contract is signed. happy valentine's day to me! lol of course, he made me earn it. (for any of you that are wondering... crawling across a room blindfolded, gagged and partially bound with rope with  nipples and labia tethered with rather pinchy things to something that really doesn't want to move much... tough fucking stuff! but he was on the other side of the room.....) oh and i officially suck at begging... especially when emotion is involved.. me dissolving into needy tears is pretty much the result of that. at least i made it far enough to ask... :D
i love having these reminders of my place and of him... my anklet, my bracelet, my collar (hemp choker.. yay!) it's an amusing game to see just how many of them i can get away with wearing at once. the collar will take getting used to, though, because after wearing it a while it gets itchy as fuck. gonna have to do something about that. 
but yeah. that's my update for now.. i'm too happy right now to wax all poetic and shtuff. 
'til next time..
~surri