Pinup-bondage is a dream come true and is dedicated to bondage as an artful and erotic form of restraint.

-Uncle M

 

♀ made Hot Chocolate Cupcakes for my nephew’s birthday yesterday. Guess what made them ‘hot’? Cayenne pepper and they were delicious. I know all you chocoholics will be saying, ‘well duh, chocolate goes with anything’,  but I had never thought of those two flavours working so well together. FYI, another unexpected, but really tasty combination is cracked black pepper on fresh strawberries. Yummy!

 

Why am I telling you this? Well, Uncle M’s combination of Pinup & Bondage has been kind of the same thing for me. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve always been a big fan of Pinup; beautiful girls wearing gorgeous clothes and flashes of sexy lingerie. What’s not to love, right? I know that bondage has been an occasional theme in Pinup forever, but I never noticed any artistry in the ropes. It was more along the lines of, ”Oh, Bettie is tied up in this picture. My, she’s pretty. I love those shoes…’

 

Uncle M’s artwork is prominently displayed at the Lounge and I remember looking at them when we went to our orientation and thinking they were very good. It wasn’t until I met Uncle M in person that I started to understand just how cool his work really is. He’s passionate about his art and when you talk to him, you can’t help but to get caught up in his excitement for it.

  

He has a very nice pay website with updates twice a week, but I wanted to tell you about the two books he has available, just in time for Christmas.  Pinup Bondage  Has over 145 stunning high resolution photographs, each with a caption that tell a vivid story of the beauty of bondage. None of the attractive women shown in this book model professionally and have come to Uncle M for the simple reason they are attracted to this type of bondage art.

 

Steam Punk Bondage  has many of the same models as the pinup bondage book.  Sisi, Donita, Anna, Ravenas and Miss Morta are all featured in this all steampunk, all bondage coffee table book.  Each outfit was custom designed by Suzee666especially for the photos featured in this book.  Uncle M has taken the bondage to another level in this book with the use of a custom suspension frame designed to be hidden from the camera.  No expense was spared in creating this unique and very erotic photo presentation of Steampunk bondage art.

 

Actually, now that I think about it, Uncle M manages to combine three elements in his photos (so my opening analogy doesn’t quite do it justice); beautiful girls, gorgeous clothes and the artistry of bondage.  I’m sure you know someone who would love to find one of these books under their Christmas tree this year.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

ps: Uncle M sent me some loveRly photos to add to this post, but I’m having technical issues and am unable to upload…anything right now (balderdash)

I admit that I’m not much of a traveler. In the nine years that ♀ & I have been together, I’m pretty sure I’ve never been the one to say, “let’s go…”

 

So for me to say Vegas has never been on my list of destinations, is really just a half-truth. I don’t have a list. I like being close to home. ♀, on the other hand, does have a list and Vegas has always been right near the top of it. The bakery will be closing in six months, my boss owed me a few days off, ♀ found a great package deal and I really didn’t have any great excuses for not going.

 

After Lord Batsu and I finished fucking ♀ senseless for the second time, Lady Batsu made us a hearty lunch and Lord Batsu drove us to the airport (thanks again, you two are awesome).

 

We picked the Imperial to stay at because the price was right and it was smack-dab-in-the-middle of the strip, not because we thought it would be luxurious. However, when we checked in (sometime after 11 pm) I told a little white lie and said it was our 10th anniversary. They upgraded us to the Love Nest suite. What made this suite special was mirrors above the king-size bed and also above the bath tub…the really big bath tub…

 

 

We had never stayed in a room with mirrors above the bed before (or above the tub either) and I must admit it was fun finding positions that were visually entertaining. For instance that first night ♀ wanted to watch herself get fisted. Keep in mind that it had only been about 8 hours since Lord Batsu and I had taken turns fisting her. She needed a long soak in the big tub when we were done.

 

We arrived late Sunday night and left early Wednesday afternoon, so we really only had two full days. Three would have been better. Not that we could do and see everything in three days, it’s just I don’t think my senses could take much more than that. We did a lot of walking, shopping and fucking. There was some eating and sleeping and a little bit of drinking and gambling.

 

Some of the hi-lights were…the sexy red shoes and red corset we bought. I had the best Manhattan I’ve ever had. We had deep-fried dill-pickles at BB Kings Bar & Grill (those Americans will deep fry anything). Going up the Eiffel tower at night was cool. The living statues scared the hell out of ♀. I loved the rare book store ($6500 for a first edition of the Cat in the Hat).  Zumanity was fucking amazing. We had never seen any Cirque Du Soleil shows before and wow. We didn’t get to sit on the red couches, but we did have front row seats and I think that was the best live show I have ever seen anywhere. Seriously, it was even better than my kids grade 1 Christmas concert.

 

Do you read HyperSexualGirl? She’s a young woman living in Australia and before that she was a stripper in Las Vegas. She sent us a very nice email with lots of suggestions of places to go and things to see, but we never even left the strip. I’m keeping that email though because if when we go again she had lots of great suggestions. We had planned on going to see some strippers, but the closest we got was this place…

 

 

The first day we walked in one direction along the strip and the next day we walked the other way. Unfortunately we left Caesars Palace (it was right across the street) until the very end. I would have liked to spend some more time exploring there. We did have a nice meal at Rao’s and I copped a feel on the way out…

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Our washer & dryer are making noises like they don’t want to live much longer and ♀ is expecting a good tax refund this year so we’ve been looking at what’s available. We were in Sears on the weekend and a sales woman was showing us a set that was in our price range. She started telling ♀ about all the bells and whistles. ♀ stopped her and said, “he does the laundry, not me.”  The woman laughed and kept telling ♀ how great these machines are. ♀ stopped her a second time and said, “My only concern is how much they cost and will they fit in our laundry room. So please just tell me your best price and get me a tape-measure and while I’m measuring them you can tell the laundry-bitch how much easier these machines will make his life.”

 

We walked through the shoe department on the way out the store. I saw an adorable pair of pumps and held them up for ♀.  A guy walking towards us said to me, “they don’t really suit you.”

♀ didn’t miss a beat. She said, “I don’t know. They’d match his toe nails.”

 

We stopped at another appliance store on the way home to compare prices. They didn’t have much that I was interested in, but ♀ was very interested in the coin operated machines. She was very amused at the idea of making me pay for the privilege of doing her laundry.

 

That appliance store was right next door to a vacuum place we had been in a few months ago. We took our old Electrolux to get serviced (now there’s a machine that lasts forever). It turns out we just needed a new power-head. The sales guy attached a fancy self-propelled power head to our vacuum cleaner and tried to pass it to ♀. She looked at him like he was handing her poop-on-a-stick. Mini was with us and he thought the idea of ♀ vacuuming was hilarious. He told the sales guy, “my dad does all that sort of stuff.”

 

Truth be told, ♀ does lots of house work, but it’s fun to let the world know that I’m her bitch.

 

I  mentioned recently that other than panties, I haven’t been wearing any girly clothes lately.  Part of that is because Junior has been living with us while he goes back to school for a year and part of it is…well…I’m not really sure…I guess I just haven’t been feeling very ‘girly’ lately.

 

I suspect my recent crankiness has more to do with the holidays than any kind of disconnect from my girly-self. Regardless, I didn’t object when ♀ got home from the gym yesterday and suggested we go for pedicures. We had a quick shower and shaved our legs. I found our flip-flops and off we went. We just went to one of those places in the mall. It wasn’t nearly as nice as a salon of course, but it was cheaper and just a spur of the moment kinda thing.

 

Mine are a dark purple (almost black) and ♀ had hers painted red. After we were done, we wandered through the mall and stopped in a couple of lingerie stores. It’s cold and wet here so flip-flops and pretty nails probably stood out even more than usual, but I didn’t care. We didn’t end up buying anything (shocking) even though we both found stuff we liked. If  we had been buying (darn finances) ♀ found a couple of bras and a bustier that she really liked and I found a babydoll w/panty (black) and a cami w/panty (pink) that were super cute.

 

When we were having lovin’s this morning, ♀ told me that with the right shoes the pink oufit would make me look just like a princess…her princess. She’s so descriptive that while I was riding her and she was stroking my back and playing with my nipples I really did feel ‘girly’ for awhile.

 

When I got up I found this very clever advertisement for Aubade’s new website, FrenchArtOfLoving.com on The Lingerie Post.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Yeah, I know it’s been quiet around here lately.  She-who-must-be-obeyed has been sending me love letters again.   I think she gets some sort of perverse pleasure from rattling my chain. When Mini turned 13 this past June, his mother emailed and told me he wanted to have more of a say in where he spent his time (translation: dad is going to get even less access).  Then she said that even though she was going to let Mini have a say, all access discussions needed to go through her (translation: she’s a control freak and will only agree to changes that see dad get less access). I wrote back and said if Mini is old enough to decided where he wants to spend his time, he’s bloody well old enough to email me or call me and say ‘Dad, I want to see you this day and that day’.  And, I told her unless he’s in the hospital or jail, please leave me the hell alone.

 

I saw him 3 afternoons between Fathers Day and Labour Day. Now that he’s back  in school he emails me on the weekends and tells me the 1 or 2 days a week he’d like me to pick him up after school. So my access is down to about 5 hours a week. Sad, yes, but expected. I think it’ll decrease to pretty much nothing fairly soon. Part of that is his age, part of it is his mother. I can’t do much to change it. Maybe he’ll want more of a relationship with me when he’s older…or not…who knows. 

 

The upside of this is it has cut down on the number of emails I get. But it hasn’t stopped them and they cause a huge amount of stress in our lives.  The emails I get now are all about wanting more money and ignoring them isn’t really an option…either is sending emails telling her what I really think. She’s a legal assistant and I’ve been bitch-slapped by her lawyer often enough that I know I don’t like it.

 

I have never missed a child support payment. The issues we’re having are all about the extraordinary expenses. The rules say these need to be ‘agreed upon’. This implies a consensus…a dialogue…an explanation of differing points of view in an attempt to find a mutually satisfactory resolution. This never happens. I get demands and it’s not for small amounts and there’s never any time to discuss things or budget for the additional costs.

 

Last week it was  private guitar lessons and Tae Kwon Do and his orthodontics need to be started right now!  I’ve known for a long time that he’s going to need braces, but had never been told the cost or how we were going to pay for it. My insurance won’t cover the cost and so far she hasn’t provided the orthodontist with her insurance information. It turns out she’s known the exact cost since April 1/09. I’ve paid for a class trip to Quebec and 2 summer camps since then!

 

So I sent her a long (hopefully well thought out) email outlining what my position is. I ended it by asking her, do you really want to keep doing this for the next 5yrs 8months? How much money per month do you think I should have to pay for you to sign a letter stating that unless Mini is in the hospital or jail you will leave me the hell alone?

 

Now we wait to see what she or her lawyer comes back with. Sigh.

 

When I started this blog I promised myself that I would keep things positive. She’d sucked up so much time and energy and money from us, I wanted this space (and our bedroom) to be she-who-must-be-obeyed free zones. I think for the most part I’ve been able to do that, but I really needed to vent tonight.

 

Your reward for putting up with my ranting is pictures of sexy foot ware.

 

 We saw a stripper wearing a pair of these a few weeks ago and yes, they were full of cash.

Cheers,

sss