July Photos

i've been trying really hard to take my camera with me every where i go this month, but the nicest pics i've gotten so far have been around the house. i am so in love with the garden this year! There was even a hummingbird this afternoon, but he was too quick for my camera. Here's my July so far:

Bootblack Dreams....

“You are not going to the show wearing those boots are you?”
I teased.

“Why not? What’s wrong with them?” he looked down, turning his foot from side to side.

“They’re filthy and they look like hell. You should let me clean them up for you.”

He stared hard at me. “Look, I know you’re in to all that kinky submission stuff, but I am not. And I am not interested.”

“I offered to clean and shine your boots for you, I didn’t offer to be your slave or for you to spank me. Piss off!”

“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t understand all the stuff you’ve been getting in to. It’s…weird.”

“Weird? Have you ever seen me as happy and well adjusted as I have been in the past year? No? Well then, I guess I’m just weird.”

“Do my boots really look shitty?” Ahhh, appealing to his fashion sense is the way to his heart.

“Yes, you look like a perfectly disheveled crack addict, not the dashing punk you’re trying to look like.” I smirked at him. “Let me get myboot kit and work on them real quick. You like how shiny MY boots look, right?”

He glanced down at my feet. “You can make mine look like yours?”

“Well, yours won’t grow a high heel, but yes, I can make them look shiny and pretty.”

“Ok. But no kinky stuff”

“Oh, shut up and sit down and pour yourself some wine”

I hustled over to the cabinet and got out my boot kit. Crap, why did I push him so hard? I mean,

yeah, I’ve had a crush on him forever – he’s had a crush on me forever too, but… I swung by the kitchen to fill up a little bowl of water to go with the saddle soap.

He was sitting on the couch and was fidgeting with the cork screw.

I hiked up me skirt as I knelt down on the rug at his feet.

“What are you doing?” He asked, dropping the cork screw and backing up as far as the back of the couch would allow.

“I’m pulling up my skirt so it doesn’t get dirty – would you prefer that I take it off?” I asked wickedly, with a grin.

"N-n-no.” he replied.

“Good. Because I wasn’t intending on doing this nude.” He smiled back.

I picked up his boot. Well, I tried to pick it up. “Look, relax – I’m going to black your boots, not cut your foot off.”

“Sorry.” He let me pick up his boot this time.

I pulled his foot towards me and settled it on my thigh as I knelt. “Hmmm….”

“Hmm, What?”

“I was thinking ‘hmmm… what a mess’….”

"Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

I picked up the lighter.

“What’s that for?” He started pulling away.

"Oh, for Pete’s sake! Sit still, drink your Shiraz and be quiet. Obviously you’re not interested in what I’m doing or your boots wouldn’t look like this.”

I looked over his boots and ah-ha! A loose thread. I lit that Zippo and melted it off.

“Oh!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah. Oh.” He grinned down sheepishly.

I checked out his other boot and burned off another 2 threads.

Back to the first boot… I opened my tin of saddle soap. “Want to smell?, I asked as I lifted the tin to his face.

"Mmmm, nice. Much nicer that I thought it would be.”

I picked up my little brush, dipped it in that little bowl of water and lathered up the saddle soap.
I spread it over his right boot, working it into all the crevices around the sole, the harness and up the shaft. I put down the brush and started rubbing the lather in with my moist hands. I looked up surreptitiously thru my bangs to see the expression on his face. Bingo! A lovely cross between ecstasy and bewilderment. What have we here? I laughed to myself – a Boot Top in the making?

I grabbed my towel and started drying off his boot. Slowly, with a firm, massaging grip. He was totally relaxing in to the couch, glass of wine tilting precariously.

I snapped the towel and barked, “Next!” He sat straight up in his seat.

“Just kidding. Sit back.”

I picked his left boot up in my hands and gave it another going over. I was having a hard time now not grinning up in to in his face. I was getting hot and I could tell he was too.

I lathered up the left boot and as I started working in the soap with my hands. I took a chance and leaned my head against his knee. I hope he does what comes naturally to most Boot Tops, I hope, I hope…. Ahhh, tentatively at first, then with more confidence he touched my hair then started to rub my head.

“Is this ok?”

“ That is all I ever ask as my payment, of course it’s ok.”

I grabbed the towel and started cleaning off his boot. When I was done I took a deep breath before I looked up. I was amused by what I saw, his normally pale face was flushed and…he was sweating!

“More wine?” I asked proffering the bottle. He nodded and held out his glass.

I refilled him and he offered, “Sip?”, tilting the glass towards me. I nodded and smiled and took a sip. Nice. I took another sip and handed it back.

I picked his right boot back up and settled it back on my thigh. Now that it was dry I could start polishing. I picked up the tin of polish and my lighter,“More threads?” He asked.

“Hush” I said as I lit the polish in a narrow strip top to bottom in the can – as I’d been taught by my mentor. I tried so hard not to let my hand shake. I was always afraid of this part. Afraid I‘d burn my hand, spilling molten polish on the floor or my wrist. “Steady girl”, I thought to myself.

I set the can down and put the lid on it to snuff the flame. A little puff of smoke and the fire in the tin was out. I surveyed his boot again as I waited a moment for the polish to cool to a working temperature.

I dipped my fingers in the cooling puddle of wax I rubbed my hands together to get it evenly distributed and then, as I would if I was massaging his neck, I started rubbing in the polish in the toe of his boot. I dipped back in for a little more and repeated the process until the whole surface was covered with polish. It was really quiet in the room now. Oh, god, I hope I didn’t screw this up by doing this. I hope I didn’t screw us up. I was really nervous. Did I push him too hard? I mean, it’s my kink, not his. I’m only fooling myself if I keep saying “it’s not sexual, it’s just bootblacking.” Ugh.

I picked up my big brush with out looking at him. I took a deep breath and put my worries aside – whether I pushed too hard or not, his boots needed to be finished and I might never have another chance to do this with him. I started buffing: toe, instep, back of the heel, the tops where they caressed his calves….focus girl!

Then I grabbed my shine rag and started buffing again.

Should I spit on the boots as I would do on any other pair of boots? Or would that be too much? I decided against it, they’d get shiny with out me freaking him out any more. I finished up and picked his boot up off my thigh, setting it down gently and went to lift the next one.

“More wine?” he offered me his glass. His face was now an unreadable mask. I took the glass and sipped.

“Next?” I patted my thigh and he put the other boot on me slowly. Still an unreadable face. Ugh.

I flamed the polish again and got to work. All the playful banter was gone. Oh, shit. What if I’ve totally freaked him out? Crap.

Brush. Brush. Grab the rag. Buff. Buff. I was really starting to panic. Breathe girl.

“ok, finished. How do they look?” I asked without meeting his eyes.

Silence.

“They look amazing. That…that was amazing.” He wouldn’t look me in the eye either.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Let me wash my hands and we’ll getgoing, ok. I don’t want to be blamed for making you late for your own show”

"I’m always late anyway, no one will notice!” He finally met my eyes and he was grinning that crooked, deadly grin now, but looked away quickly. Nervous.

I quickly packed up my stuff and scooted off to wash my hands.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah”

He went out the door first and waited as I locked up. We went down the hall without speaking. As we went down the stairs, not turning to face me, he said “You know, I have 5 other pairs of boots….”

The End.

Or to be continued…..

The Milk of Human Kindness

i am trying to figure out what i did to piss someone off. Every time i try to reach out to this person, i get cut off or rejected. 9 times out of 10, any email i send goes unanswered. Now, i know: email goes awry and sometimes people are just busy and they forget to reply and then a week goes by, and by then the email is lost. i understand that.
 
Whenever there's a get together for anything and i know this person is organizing it, i am excluded. i find out about it after the fact and people will either say : "hey, why weren't you at the________party?" and i'd taken aback that i didn't know the party was happening and of course, the person who asks me about it is terribly embarrassed that they didn't know that i'm in the "out-crowd". Or i hear people talking about a gathering and they hush up as soon as i walk in the room.

i just found out about another incident of exclusion (actually this is more than exclusion, this seems to actually be a back-handed dis-invitation) and i am really hurt by it. In my travels, i had actually been talking this event up, so i am really perturbed that it seems that i will not be a part of it and now people will say "hey, i thought you were a part of this?" and i get to say what? "i was dis-invited." or "they decided i wasn't good enough." or "i think, perhaps, they just don't like me."

You know, i'm not so different than they are. Yeah, ok, my hair is different and i like loud music and Master's Household is structured differently than theirs. But we're still traveling the same path. Or maybe they think their path is Higher or more elevated or mo' better than mine?

In certain circles, i am know as the "quiet one". In those very same circles, i've been burned by opening my mouth, so, yeah - i AM the quiet one. Why on earth would i open my heart and share my stories when my words have been thrown back in my face? And why on earth would i want to share if i'm rejected again and again?

i can not force someone to like me or to be my friend. It just hurts to be so rejected by someone who i looked up to and respected so much. Someone, who through their actions and the way they APPEARED to live their life, was actually a Hero of mine.

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i see now that i was mistaken in my Hero selection. i am grateful to this person for teaching me an inadvertent lesson in thinking that other people would have fewer human frailties than i do, i am grateful for the friends that i do have and i am so grateful to have a Master that loves me and orders me not to worry about the pettiness of others.

limp

i am positively limp from relaxation right now. i've actually been up since 7:30, working on Master's new website while in the backyard, drinking coffee and chilling out. It is SO beautiful out here in the renovated back yard. It's not even 1 p.m. and the dogs are passed out on the lawn because they've been chasing bumblebees since 7:30!

i'm taking a quick break from the website work, dying my hair back to a proper shade of magenta while Master is out at the dentist getting His first filling ever! *grin* It's not nice to be mean but it sure is fun teasing Him about getting needles in His mouth!

OK, back to work with me! i really want to get this new site launched by the end of the weekend.....

Busy

How the heck did it get to be the 22nd? It's been a busy month here, getting ready to do a flurry of presentations, getting the yard finished, presenting at MAsT Central NJ's retreat, then running down to Amanda & amy's wedding this past Saturday. (Which was FABULOUS, by the way...)

i'm still recovering from ARTiscape. i feel a bit sad that i can't do as much ART as i would like. OK, i feel bad that i haven't done any ART at all. But, i did finally get that big, honkin' ass bondage bed out of my studio (Thanks Jim!) so i can get in to the closet. This lead to a major clean out/excavation/throw away of a ton of crap in there. If the studio is clean, then i can work in there with any free moment that i have. If it's a sty/junk room - then i have to spend 15 minutes clearing a spot to work and by then my passion is gone, as is the 15 minutes that i had to work. All that's left is 2 small-ish piles of fabric that need to be sorted thru and put away. But now, now my space is workable. Good. That's a feeling of satisfaction! Another layer of past that i was holding on to let go and released from my spirit!

But really, who cares about my junk! Let's talk about the orgasm contest. Individually and with Master, i'm up to 22. i'm not sure what His solo total is. i'm pleased that i'm averaging one per day, although they've been coming in bunches, so to speak. :-) Anyone else posting their running totals?

event drop

Wow, who knew? Who knew that there'd be "event drop" after an art retreat, the same as there is after a Leather event? i totally have the blues. i miss the people that i met, so many fabulous creative ladies, so many supportive and wonderful men - all of whom, and i mean ALL, had that aura of support and "hey, go for it! you're great!" for every one that they met.

i miss being in that supportive space, where every meal was talk of making, every conversation was a festival of ideas shared. i stepped out side of my self and i liked it, a lot. Hrrumph, i sit at my office desk, no view of the outside, making lists of projects that i want to work on, when i'm home.

i keep looking at the ATC's (artist trading cards) that people gave me, even though i had nothing to trade. Just because. Or the beautiful necklace with a Japanese lady on it, that a Lady from Tennessee gave me, because she said she made it and it belonged to me. Or i think about the teacher who dubbed me "The Queen" in my first class there and how the name stuck all weekend and his invite to check out his studio when i go to Indianapolis for GLLA. Such an out pouring of goodness from good people.

This is the same sadness that i feel when i come back from a leather event. Why? Because the mundane work is not fitting me. Or i don't fit it. So, what does that say? Something's got to give.
*she wanders away muttering to go clear more paperwork off her desk*

PS Master's taking me out to dinner to try to cheer me up! my Master ROCKS! :-)

WOW!

It almost always seems that i get excited about an event and then am disappointed when it's over. Not this time. my trip to ARTiscape exceeded my expectations. i was teary eyed by the time i was leaving the hotel, partly because i am going back to the every day mundane work day world and partly because i was leaving all my new found friends! i will expand on this entry when i get home tonight, i just wanted everyone to know that i got home safe, later than expected but safe and happy, tired but worn out with good work and exciting new possibilities for my work. New tools, new directions, new techniques.

So happy to see my Master waiting for me by the baggage carousel. Goddess, i missed that Man while i was away! :-)

'Nake

Master Larry's snake, named 'Nake died today. Very sad. Yes, i know it's weird to say that a snake was good guy, but he was. Very friendly and handle-able. Very well tempered. And one of the most beautiful reptiles i've ever had the honor of sharing my life with. He was a glowing golden sherbet orange and cream and had beautiful ruby coloured eyes. We buried him in the front yard, next to the front door, so his spirit can guard the household's entrance. my Master is very sad today.

Packing

Packing
i both love and loathe packing for a trip. Usually, it;s making sure that my boots are not rubbing against Master's boot in the suitcase, resulting in hours of work for me when we reach our destination. Or making sure our uniforms aren't getting super wrinkled. Or how to get ALL the leather we own in to the carry-on bags. (because we don't trust the baggage handlers...)

This trip is different. First of all, it's the first time i'm traveling alone. (well, ok, i did do the Avon 3 day walk, but i was traveling with 1,500 other women for a common cause) So, it's a bit weird, planning my days according to how i want them, but still thinking what would make Master happy, even if He's not with me. i'm the kind of person who won't eat in a restaurant if i'm alone because i don't want to be seen as an outcast. So, travel alone is a stretch for me.
Secondly, i'm trying to figure out how to take all my required materials and supplies with me in one suitcase and be able to pack my clothes and one nice outfit for the dinner/Cinco De Mayo party on Saturday night. Soldering irons, tin snips, collage items, bone folder (gross name, no? sounds like a surgical tool to me.)
Thirdly, i am totally pushing myself to learn new techniques, putting my art out there where people might be able to see it! (EEK!) i don;t necessarily think the stuff i make if excellent. i do however think that i am an excellent artist - because i try, because i love the process, because i must do this stuff. i tried to not do it, because i was told (by my dad) that my stuff was weird or bad or ugly or made no sense. But let me tell you this thing i've learned. If you were meant to do something and you shove it away from you, it'll never really go away. It'll keep coming back and sneaking up on you. And it'll bite you in the ass, and you'll regret it. There's no hiding from what you are. Ever!

Happy Beltane!

May 1st, Beltane, one of my Pagan favorite holidays! Celebrating the beginning of the summer season, encouraging fertility - not just the creation of children but the fertility of the mind, the spirit, the creation of new ideas and art. And of course, Sex. (What else would a good Pagan celebrate?)

A few years back, Master Blair hosted a contest on her blog to celebrate Beltane. Yes, that's right, the infamous Count-Your-Orgasms-for-a-Month Contest. Master Larry and i won that year. Our collective total was 38. Yes, that's right, 38 orgasms in 31 days. Do the math, we were very busy. (not to mention sore!)

So Here's the rules if you'd like to join in:
Each orgasm counts.
If you are having solo sex, have one orgasm - that counts as one.
If you are having sex with another person and you BOTH cum - that counts as one each. (not 2 for you no matter how skilled you are!)
(and so on, if you're in a triad or whatever your relationships are...)
And, yes, phone sex counts - as long as there's an orgasm.
Yes, ok - so people in a household together probably have an advantage because we can pool our results.
i suppose in the interest of fairness, we could also tally how many times we make another person cum? That would mean forming teams, i guess.... Now that's an idea. Let's discuss...

The rules basically boil down to: It's a free for all. i suppose i get to make the final determination on who the winner is. Yes, a prize will be awarded. A mere token, but really - you should be happy to just experience the challenge! :-0

Get busy people! i expect occasional progress reports, either via email in private or if you're willing, post your results here.

Have a very blessed Beltane!

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

It looks like Master's website host went belly up this weekend - If anyone's trying to get a hold of us, please email us at internationalmasterslave2007 at gmail.com.

Oy, we're trying to get the domain transfered to a new host, but they told us "Yes, ok, as soon as we get permission from you old host, you'll be good to go." Umm, their phone's disconnected and they're not answering email. So now what?

Thanks to everyone we contacted for helpful suggestions, y'all were right on target! (Ray, you rock!)

Stay tuned here for updates and info in the mean time!

Wow!

my Master rocks! He kicks ass! i am SO PROUD of Him! He just got some great news at work, which i am not allowed to divulge in any detail, yet. Suffice it to say there will be a lot of celebrating and dancing and both hooting and hollering at HSL this evening! All this and really amazing sex last night? The stars must be a good alignment.....

Neglecting you?

Yes, my faithful readers..... i am sorry that i've been neglecting y'all. Something popped up in my life that made me really angry and... well, to be perfectly honest - there was no way that i could write about it here and no way that i could NOT write about it, if i was writing anything at all. So, i just let if fester until it has slunk away. Back in to it's... well, where ever it goes back to roost.

Amazing how we don't learn from past mistakes. (And by we, i mean they, because i am perfect. i always get an "A+". *snort* ) {That's meant as a joke. Please.}

That's all i'm going to say on the matter, which is no longer at hand.

i will instead ease myself back into writing here by talking about dead old Soviets. Master and i were talking about Boris Yeltsin's passing and how we've seen a lot of history: the Berlin Wall, etc, etc. i mentioned that i remembered when Leonid Brezhnev died. "i remember it clearly because the boy i was semi-dating at the time brought his combat boots over to my house because i offered to clean them for him." That bit of long forgotten info fell out of my mouth, i looked horrified and Master just chuckled. Yeah, i guess i was a boot whore, even in '82. Good grief!

Crack Boom AAIIEEEE!

Down comforter, 2 bully dogs & Master snoring softly, sun shining on snow-beaming thru the window, slow morning, intertwined and hot... nice way to wake up. i love my Master's hands on me.

Then, dig out cars, scrape off ice, beautiful out side. i finish. i back away from my car, i love my new car. Step on a block of ice. Crack, Boom, AAIIEEEE... i sprain my ankle. Inside, Master gets me an ice pack.

Hobbling around, cleaning and reclaiming the house, later-i'll smudge the house with sage, reclaiming this space as ours and sacred. Getting ready for the Equinox, getting ready for the next steps in our life. It's a nice day. It's a beautiful day!

Hugs

Big hugs to Master Taino. You and Your Family are in my thoughts today. Blessed Be!

Snow again?!

Home safe, i am really done with winter. Glad to hear the pugster landed safely! i had a great conversation with her on the phone last night. i think i've spoken to her one the phone more than i've spoken to anyone in the past year, with the exception of Jack, when i had to call Him from the M/s conference in July to calm myself down! (thanks Jack!) i don't know if i'm phone phobic or if i just have this whole "i don't want to call and bother anyone, no one would want to talk to me anyway" Eyore, sad sack kind of thing. i guess it's not really a phobia, because i talk on the phone all the time at work.

Master and i had a great conversation yesterday, about the bad times we went thru last year and how much better things are now. i respect my Master so much more because He's NOT ashamed to cry. Dang, that is one strong man! i am a lucky girl.

i dented the toe of my brand new engineer boots, so they are no longer new. Pristine for less than a week. i guess i can start gnawing on the edges now....

Vests, Brunch and boys!

Master and i met up with some our NYboL brothers at the Leatherman while we were picking up our new vests. Then off to brunch at the Slaughtered Lamb. Fun place, the waitress was a bit haggard but she hung in there and there were unlimited bloody marys, so that made up for the bad coffee. i LOVE hangin out with these guys. (and, no, not just because there were bloody marys either!) Next, to Purple Passion to replenish the lube supply. Damn, no Liquid Silk.. settled on some ID Lube, my 2nd favorite. No handy pump top but i can manage somehow! :-) i do not understand how the lube gets used up so fast around here. Oh, wait. Yes, i do.

We just finished doing a podcast for Lady Catherine for the Southeast Leather Fest site. Fun! i am looking so forward to getting to Atlanta for this event. i'm sure it's going to be AMAZING!

And, here are the beautiful vests:

Different place

i was looking at my post from last year, this date. Man, am i in a different place than i was last year! And that's a good great thing. As i said back then, some years March is better for me than others and i think the deadly combination of dog surgery and relationship stress was a real doozy for me.

Master and i are both in good space right now, i think we're both building some relationships which could prove to very... fruitful? Maybe that's the wrong word. Productive? Nah, perhaps emotionally satisfying and nurturing for all parties might be a better way to phrase it. Oh, screw it - let's not define it. :-) All i know is - i am having good, safe, healthy, mentally stimulating fun - so much fun i've even finished writing some boot erotica porn that i started last year. Yummy! i like the way my mind works when it's turned on.

We've been busy getting some bookings together, we have another podcast to do this coming weekend, we get to pick up our new vests this weekend at the Leatherman and maybe hook up with a friend for lunch.

And now, after a busy day of visiting clients pursuing a cute boy, i am off to collapse at my Master's feet. A very nice day indeed!

Stuck

Well, Master Larry and i are stuck here in Dallas. Our flight was canceled. We're supposed to take off tomorrow morning, looks like out flight is on schedule. We'll be up at 3 am. Oy!

It was a nice, quiet day here. Like a day out of time, no where to be, no pressure and really - once we gave a few tries to re-book, there was nothing we could do. So we hung out, napped, had sex, relaxed. Made some plans for where we want to go in our travels....

What a beautiful day!

i'll stop teasing y'all now!

And... drum roll... for those who have been waiting with baited breath..... Master Larry and i have been blessed with the honor, privilege and responsibility of being your International Master & slave 2007.Now, i go to pack and then collapse in to a nice nappy nap!