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So here is the first of the interviews Miss Maggie Mayhem and I will be conducting over … well, for as long as we feel like, really! Besides getting up to “no good,” in general, that’s the reason we started doing the Mayhem & Trouble videos — because we know so many damn cool people, and we want to share them! Enjoy!

Part 2 coming soon! And please — we really want to hear your comments and requests for future videos! Post ‘em here, or over at Maggie’s blog!

Kaya did a very teasing post today, and since I like to blame everything on kaya (in hopes of increasing her punishments, because I love reading about them!) I shall be a terrible tease today as well … which will not only be fun for me, but will make you all want to spank me, and I can only imagine that having lots of people thinking spanko thoughts at me can bring nothing but goodness to my day! [Please just assume that I am grinningly teasingly throughout this whole post]

Yesterday, a certain young lady came to our abode. We shot some video and stills of various activities. I’ll be working on processing them today (which might be a more concrete reason for keeping this post short…. Or not, and I’m just being a tease because I can!)

I will say that one of my favourite moments of yesterday (of which there were many) was when my Master was coming in my mouth, whilst I was being finger-fucked and pussy-spanked by the hot schoolgirl behind me. And to see the whole tableaux, all I had to do was glance to my left, where the floor-to-ceiling mirrored sliding closet doors are!

How did it all start? Who possibly got the cane, and who may have gotten the tawse on her palms? How did it all end…? Feel free to beg, plead, or threaten to get more details!

The endlessly delicious Miss Maggie Mayhem has an article up at carnalnation.com: Burning Up for Bondage. Before we get any further, however, let’s review Maggie’s lovely breasts, shall we…?

Okay, keeping those dual bits o’ perfection in mind, read this snippet from her article….

This is the part of the story where I try to explain a poor decision without seeming like a complete moron. What I am about to describe to you is a situation that has most people wondering how someone could do something so extraordinarily stupid. I’m going to do my best to rationalize things, but I knew better. I assumed it would end badly, and I did it anyway. I shall accept all mockery with whatever dignity and grace I can muster.

The best thing I could find at the gas station was a patch kit with rubber cement. We all remember rubber cement, don’t we? I looked back fondly upon the often-used glue of my childhood and figured that it would work out just fine. This was the very thing I used to make collages and homemade models of the solar system. Maybe it would sting a little, but how bad could it really be? Surely it couldn’t feel worse than a single-tail whip or wintergreen alcohol applied immediately after a play piercing. I would use the rubber cement; the crisis would be averted; the photos would have my pasties; and everyone would be happy. It’s not like I was going to be completely comfortable at a bondage shoot anyway.
Is anyone here familiar with a chemical burn? I’m not talking about an unpleasant tingling. I’m talking about a volatile reaction to a caustic substance that results in tissue damage. I look calm in those photos, but my mind was incoherently full of expletives. How shall I describe the sensation? It was like fire ants chewing their way through my skin. Or maybe a cheese grater doused with mace. Silly model, I thought, putting vanity before anything else.

I wasn’t a little irritated or slightly raw. The end result was pretty ugly, and I will spare you the unfortunate details. As a model, my true success for the day is that you can’t see that ugliness in the pictures. We were making erotic photos, not a PSA about the dangers of putting harsh chemicals on sensitive parts of your body. I forced myself to focus on things like glaciers or the freezer aisle at a grocery store until I finally got word that all the photographers had gotten their shots and I could get dressed. Nothing seemed to soothe me until someone showed me a preview of the content we made. It was a painful experience, to be sure, but the photos were fabulous. Even as I was still rubbing my poor sore nipples, I felt confident that it had been worth it. The pain would go away eventually, but the pictures would endure….

This is just a snippet of the excellent article, but you need to click over for more reasons than that simple one. CarnalNation pays their contributors, but it’s based on how many people read their contributed articles! So if you like Maggie (or me, since I really like Maggie) please just click over and help out!

(Oh, and for those of you who may be worried about the current state of Maggie’s nips — they looked fine when I got my hands (and, errr, mouth) on them last Wednesday) but it was quite dark in Bondage A Go Go — so since she is coming over tomorrow, I will make sure to examine them even more closely!)

Friends Award

(from: toothpastefordinner.com)

Kaya just awarded me with a Friends Award. I feel like I’m up on stage at the Oscars, and I’m trying not to cry and say something like, “And I thank my family, and my fans, but most of all I thank God!”

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.

The Rules to accepting this award: “Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Like Kaya, I find that “my problem is in only getting to choose eight out of so many deserving writers”! The following are in no certain order:

1. Miss Maggie Mayhem (And no, sweetie, you’re not just getting this because you’re that kind of friend with benefits!)

2. Adele Haze, whom I think is just So Damn Cool!

3. SpankBoss from Spanking Blog, whom I know I’d have a blast with if we hung out IRL!

4. Thomas S. Roche who always has such cool stuff up on his blog, and who needs to hang out with me now that he can’t claim that his job is making him too busy!

5. Pandora Blake who I don’t know half well-enough, but anyone who wrote this must simply be a friend I haven’t properly met, yet!

6. Abel and Haron at The Spanking Writers, whom I totally need to hang out with sometime when my Master takes us across the pond!

7. Niki Flynn, who wrote the amazing Dances with Werewolves, and who keeps dancing with werewolves and other scary monsters in her “Not Blog.”

8. Fyre’s jewel` (and by extension, Fyre!) I’m not sure when I first met these two awesome people, some years ago now, but they have been a part of my blogging life ever since, and I’m very glad! Well, except for Fyre’s evil puns…! [jewel`'s blog is private, but darn it, I wanted her on my list! So you can all just assume her blog is fabulous!]

I decided when I started this list to leave my LiveJournal friends off, because it made doing the list so much easier (and it’s not an unnatural demarcation, because journals and blogs are different things.) But I’d like to give a “shout out” to all my friends on LJ who write as passionately about their lives as anyone on WordPress or Blogger. There’s too many of you to list, but you know who you are!!!

As you lot all know from recent somewhat maudlin posts of mine, my Master has been away. Well, he got home late Saturday night—which did leave me time to have Miss Maggie Mayhem over for flirting and planning world domination and Indian take-away—and after he got home we all hung out a bit, before she had to go catch the last train.

My Master was exhausted from travel, and he plunked down in front of the TV to unwind before bed. He looked through the recorded shows on our DVR, and discovered that the box had become full, so had deleted some shows. The ones it deleted were our entire saved-up Season Two of Skins.

I had said that while he was gone, I’d watch the Tess of the d’Urbervilles that was taking up space on it, but I totally forgot, having become entirely caught up in Coupling.

Now, he has at least six Top Gears on there, but he is the Master, so it’s Tess’ and my fault that the Skins were deleted. He was really angry about it, which I would get if it was episodes of Dr Who, but while I enjoy Skins, it wasn’t life-or-death to me. I went and hid in the bathroom for a little while, and overcame my feelings of resentment for being snapped at for something I considered so trivial.

Here’s where being a slave is so good for me: instead of snapping back at him when he snapped at me, I went off, licked my wounds, and came back, well, if not bouncy and effervescent, at least quietly accepting of my fault and ready to move on if he was. Happily he was, and I ended up snuggled against him as we watched … something, I don’t even remember what. And then we went to bed and there was more snuggling and everything was okay … and it was okay because I didn’t snap back at him and turn it into a fight (and how awful would that have been?! “Welcome home—now let’s have a fight about something stupid!”). I let go of my hurt feelings and accepted his. Sadly, the only way I’ve been able to accomplish this consideration and emotional intelligence is to become a slave and not have carelessness, selfishness, and stupidity as options anymore. (Well, they are an option, but they inevitably lead to the paddle, and perhaps some kneeling on rice, so they become considerably less attractive as options!)

The next day, after our usual leisurely Sunday morning, I asked if I should go have a bath and do my shaving. He said yes, and I went off to go splash and soak and generally enjoy myself while making myself all smooth. When I came out, squeaky clean and moisturised to supple perfection (I’m a wee bit fanatical about personal maintenance), he was in bed with a book. Wheeeeee! I thought, and headed right to join him, naked as a jaybird.
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