Welcome to that land of nothing that happens here, leaves here. Ah yes. I usually am braced to see what happens – so many unexpected things, from the sexy to the musical to the foodie side of things.
“Do you have our coin? The one I gave you for travel,” she asks pointedly.
“Yes, yes I do,” I say. I pull it out of my suitcase and hand it to her, all shiny.
“Ah, thanks.”
She walks away.
“Um, what’s up?” I ask.
Continue reading Heads or Tails?“Do me a favor, please?” She says, turning to me randomly while we’re watching a show. “Of course!” I say.
“Could you please start and get my coffee ready, and Irish Coffee please, and start my bath water and come back and let me know when it’ll be ready?”
Weird way to ask, but sure. “Of course!” I get the water going, and get the bath started with a towel out and bath oils in. Weird timing, but other than that, I’m not thinking anything of it.
“Should be good to go in a few minutes…” I say, returning. I start to sit down, but she looks at me with this strange look. I stop. “What’s up?” I say.
“I’m going to need you naked with cuffs and collar on, please. Then return here.
I pause. “Now,” is all she says. And she goes back to watching the show.
Continue reading There’s a Remote Chance…I love a good game of chance. At least, in theory, I love a good game of chance. But it’s like impact play, really. It’s really hot to think about it. I don’t actually know why that is. But, then when the time approaches, I get very nervous and if I wasn’t careful, would excusify my way out of it happening. Then of course when it’s happening, well… instantly after, just… wow. Too many levels to unpack right this instant.
There’s just a lot wrapped up in that.
These games of chance with Charmer are similar. I love the idea. I love the thought of totally random, unplanned games that can be everything from fun to super challenging.
When she walked out that morning and put down the dice, getting her tea, I pretended I didn’t see it. There simply wasn’t any other reason to wander out first thing in the morning with a D&D die – and I was now in that nervous stage, wondering what was up.
[Charmer: Ha. I wanted you to see it and wonder…]
Maybe if I ignore it, she’ll forget? Ha!
Continue reading Games of ChanceSnake is always a bit cautious when I bring out a die and tell him to roll it. Sunday morning I did and got back, “Why?”
Continue reading SevenWe’re less than a few minutes into this and I can feel that it’s this accumulation thing that is going on. I can tell it’s going to get harder and harder to keep my head straight, especially with the 10s break rule. It’s not a very long time, and I can already tell you that the internal… squeeze is going to get to the point where it’s not enough time to reset.
In fact, now only about 4 minutes in, we’re at that point.
Every edge we hit, I’m struggling to get back under control before things start up again, either by your hand (which, of course, is never late) or mine. Mine requires my head and body to get their respective shit together and recover… in 10s.
Continue reading 10s Rule (Part II)It’s time to play a game… And guess what? It’s Snake’s favorite type of game.
[Snake, squeezing eyes shut: please don’t say scrabble, please don’t say scrabble, please don’t say scrabble…]
<the voice inserts “It isn’t his favorite type. He hates it in fact.>
Continue reading Scrabble Game to Start 2023Coming off of a very complicated year and two worldwide years that changed our view of just about everything, it’s time for less.
Continue reading The Goal: SimplifyIt’s funny if you look at the many games Charmer has dreamed up. Funny in an odd way.
Each is a bit more evolved, of course, and the evolution usually comes at the expense of my finding a way around the rules.
Continue reading Game Evolution with CharmerHonor may seem like a strange word when it comes to the world of TTWD, but it truly is a core underpinning. I was considering how this might weave into all of this that we all write, read and live about, and it occurs to me that honor is really the base of being able to do these things and make them what you need.
Continue reading Honor is a Strange and Important ThingCharmer has been experimenting. Again.
Edging is one of those things that fit in the “frustration, but hella fun” category. It’s bizarre, difficult to manage at times, and overall, it’s a very demanding thing (don’t you feel sorry for me? )
Continue reading To the Edge and Back… and Back AgainLooking back at October, and at chastity in general, it’s bizarre to think it’s been something like 6+ years of full-time for Charmer and me. We’ve learned a lot, we’ve had some interesting debates (both with us and from outside folks) and we’ve seen this kinky twitter and blogging space roll back and forth as different things sweep through, chastity being one of them.
Continue reading Locktober… and Chastity OverallSee, one of the things about kink is that it opens up your mind. It opens the thoughts of “if that was great, what about “X”” – it’s an ongoing cycle that drives kink forward and gets you to consider all sorts of things… I mean, what if…
That’s exactly the thing that is happening right now. What if the impact play is, well, played with. What if it’s more, different, etc. Not in a “beat the crap out of me” standpoint, I’m not really interested, and she’s not really interested in dealing out, the art of being a butt-fillet. But…
Continue reading Always More, Eh?Snake wrote the other day about 100 edges. We had been doing a boot camp weekend which we do from time to time and he had been doing a really good job of anticipating and following directions.
Continue reading E is for EdgyCharmer likes to push boundaries, heck, we both do. I think little nudges in new directions tend to add up to big nudges that introduce new ideas, new things to think about, new experiences.
We’ve added Boot Camp weekends to the mix of late – we do them when it strikes Charmer’s fancy, no real schedule- but it has lately been running Friday-Monday on choice weekends.
Continue reading 100 Edges, 12ish hours.
Chastity has been a really interesting physical and thought experiment run with me. We’re now into this full-time since 2015 – this grand process of FLR, D/s and the chastity cage. I never really anticipated what it would be like, the impact it might have and the cool learning it’s lead to.
Continue reading C is for Chastity Cages and D/sI’ve never really given or asked for a lot of advice. Cynically maybe, it feels like when I’ve been asked for advice, it isn’t really that they want advice. They want me to tell them that what they want to do is right rather than really wanting advice.
Continue reading A is for AdviceThis weekend is bootcamp. Not the exercise type, but the D/s type.
Continue reading B is for BootcampThere’s a disconnect in my brain about feeling sexy and being interested in sex. I can feel sexy and still not be interested. I guess, in general, I’m not interested if I don’t feel sexy, but that’s actually not usually an issue.
Continue reading F is for Feeling SexyThe line between want and need is blurry at best. Most of the time I think the line wanders between the two and sometimes they are the same thing.
Continue reading C is for Connected“That’s not the mug I set out for you this morning,” you say as you watch me pour the water for my tea.
Continue reading M is for Morning MugI am not really known for my patience. I tend to get frustrated with inanimate objects that don’t cooperate–Snake just silently comes in and takes it usually–and I hate waiting when I can’t see the reasoning for waiting.
Continue reading P is for PatienceWere we always kinky? Yes, definitely. Were we always kinky the way we are now? Not really.
Continue reading K is for KinkyWhen I think about the foundation of our dynamic, the first word that comes to mind is trust.
Continue reading T is for TrustI don’t know if we have ever told the stories about our pen names, to be honest. The names actually came before we started the blog because we needed Twitter handles.
Continue reading C is for (Steeled Snake) Charmer“I need you, inside me, now. “
I was high as a kite hearing that. It was early in the morning, we had the house to ourselves, she has THAT look in her eyes. I’m raging against the cage, needing to feel her, wanting to feel her.
“Unlock. Get back here.”
Continue reading D is for Denial… Torture