From the heart, musings of pixie heart.

The Best day ever!

It’s 8.45pm on a Sunday night, I’m sat stark naked on my bed, with crisp, clean sheet. The window and curtains are open, the is a light breeze coming in through the window, and the sound of birds tweeting in the background. I’m bathed, fed, and ready for my bedtime story and lights out when maîtres come to bed. Tracing my fingers over the bruises on my thighs, my mind can’t help wandering back over the day, for what a day it has been.
It did not look like it was going to be a good day. No not when I woke up at 4 am hungry and thirsty. Going down stairs, I went in to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. That’s when maister came down to check on me. he snuck up behind me, wrapping his around my tummy, and pulling me in to his chest, moving my hair out the way and kissing me. I turned around to give him a proper hug, not in the mood for what his wandering hands wanted. Placing a kiss on my nose, he motioned for me to sit down at the table, he said he had something to show me, and dashed in to the living room, returning with his iPad.
Please not porn, I can’t do porn this early in the morning, was my first thought. it turned out he wanted me to read something he had written. It was entitled ‘’mouse’s handlers manual. Something h had been joking about writing for a while and had actually sat down and written it. He had decided to do it, as he must go away with work for 14 days and has asked one of my bigs to step in and look after me while he is away. I now his still going to be reachable, but when his away working I can’t just call him if I have a silly little problem, so knowing I have someone in charge so to speak makes things so much easier on us both.
So, I sat and read, and I was fine till I got to the part about me and kitten. It read “playmates, lovers, tag teamers, littles, in love and together forever and always.” Well I burst into tears at that, as the is just so much truth in those words. Maitser jokes, that if he was no longer around, that I would just marry kitten. His properly right, I adore kitten and everything about her.
One thing maister hates is me crying, even happy tears. So, he swooped in for a cuddle, pulling me on to his lap and tickling me. Now tickling is one thing I love and hate in equal measure. This time it made me shirk and wiggle in maîtres lap. Well as he puts it, he is merely a man and is not made of stone. A semi naked woman, wearing his collar, wriggling in his lap proved to much for him. Before I knew what was happening, he turned me round in his lap, so I was facing him, kissed the flip out of me. His clever hands had my t-shirt and panties off in a flash, and I only realised when me necked back contacted the cold tiles of my kitchen floor. Those strong finger were inside my pussy, make sure I was ready for him. Then suddenly his hand was gone, he was kneeling up, removing his boxers and looking down a me with what can only be called animal lust. Then he was back on me, inside me, splitting me and fucking me. covering face, neck, and breast in hot little kisses, while his hands cradled my head, so I didn’t get hurt while he fucked me. it’s all I can do to wrap my legs round his hips and bum and hang on for dear life. It’s not gentle sex, no, but it’s tender, controlled and he makes me feel loved and important. While he takes what he wants and uses me for his pleasure, not that he doesn’t bringing me my own realises. Oh no he does, and its beautiful.
After he finish he gets to his feet, pulling me with him. We mount the stairs together, me in front of him, so close I know his hard again, I can fell him at the small of my back. When we make it to are room, the other girls are wide awake, babe smirking in that cocky way, as if to say, “I know what you just did” and they do. I’ve never been known as quiet when it comes to sex, no I’m a very vocal girl. Maitser ask why they are awake, and it’s met by grins. Maitser decides I need to make it up to the girls for waking them up. I of course am more than happy to do so. He gets the girls to lay down and I take it in turn to bring them all to climax using my fingers and tongue. Babe as always holds off coming for a long time, it is only when kitten attacks her breasts and nipples that she cums, but when she does she squirts all over my face. Little bear must be held down by maîtres, as she wriggles so much when she is wet and horny. She cums quickly and sweetly, giving a little sigh as she comes down. I use just my tongue on kitten, holding her hands in mine when she asks for them. I love playing with kitten, you know you’re on the right track by the way she mews and pers. When she chums, its sweet, hard and she is just as vocal as me.
By the time I get through with the girls, its time to get, well for them. Maitser orders me to stay where I am, and he has that glint in his eye again. I stay, as the girls bounce off for yoga and breakfast. Maitser sits in his chair, the one he sits and watches me play with the girls. Just him sitting and looking at me makes my skin flush and I become wet instantly. “I want you to give me a show now little one. I want you use your fingers to fuck yourself and tease your clit. You are to edge yourself 5 times, and then I want you to beg to cum, do you understand?”
I nod a starter out “yes maîtres” as I lay down and part my legs. Running my finger through my sex, then plunging them deep inside my greedy cunt. I fuck my self with one hand, curving my fingers so the hit my G-spot. While I use my finger of the hand holding my lips apart to tease my clit. It does not take long to get to the point I am close to coming, and I back off, then back to the point and back off again, till I’m at the point I need to beg. Oh, dear god do I beg, everything I have goes into it, and then he commands me to cum. Right on que I feel the dam break and my climax hits me like a tidal wave. My walls clamp round my finger tight, I feel spasms over and over, and then I feel myself really let go and I squirt all over my hands. Eyes closed, back arched and panting, I feel a swat to my breast. Looking up I see maîtres smiling down at me. leaning down he, he roughly kisses me and crawls on to the bed next to me.
Dragging me up to straddle his groan and hips, he gives a command that I would normally make me freeze and panic, but I choose not to do today. “Saddle up girl” his way of telling me ride him. I have never been very confident about being on top. But maîtres have been sort of coaching me and getting me more comftable. Taking time to talk me through what he wants me to do and some how getting me to let go. So today I am going to do this and enjoy it, for him and to make him proud.
His cock is ramrod hard already, so I take it and lifting myself up, I position it at my entrance. Then I slowly let myself down, using my inner muscles to clench his cock as I go. When after a few minutes his sheath inside me and I have used to the feeling of being full, I gentle rock my hips and clench those muscles again. I make me gasp and maîtres groan, which makes me lift my eyes to meet his. The look of love and desire in his eyes, spires me on. I start to move my hips and move, using my inner muscles to grip and relies his cock. Keeping the eye contact lean forward and kiss maister. I sit back up, take his hands, and guide them to my breast and urge him to play with them. My riding of his cock is slow steady, but I feel the tension start build low in my tummy. Leaning forward slightly, so misters cock hits my g-spot, and I whimper as it does. I pick my tempo up and I ride harder. Maister wraps one of his strong hands round my throat and find my clit with the other, and commands me to cum, and I do, shattering in to a thousand little pieces. My climax sets misters of, him comes with a roar and jet after jet of cum into my tight cunt. When his finished, he effortlessly flips me on to my back and kisses me, then moves off me, making my cry out and try to follow him, my body missing his. He tells me to stay put, that he’ll be right back, and he leaves me with a kiss.
I curl myself under my blanket, feeling blissfully happy and used. I start to doze off, only to wake seconds later by master’s lips. He has a set a tray with tea and breakfast on the bed. he climbs on the beds and joins me. After we have eaten, he pulls me in to his arms, telling how proud he is and how much I am loved. As I make to go and dress, tells me to stay, and I did. We spend a lazy hour spooning and resting. but then his back, play me with my breast and then rolling on top of my, kissing me till I’m breathless and then just entering me and starts to slowly fuck me again.
That is how we spent most of the day, cuddled up in bed, fucking and just being. Even now, sat her necked on my bed, windows open and the sound of light traffic and the wind rustling the trees outside, I just have think of those kisses and my body starts to respond and need him again. So I give thanks for today, the best day ever.

musings of pixie heart.

Oh babt, what have you done to me!

Do you ever get nights that you can’t sleep, no mater what you try? The is seemingly no reason for your sleepless night. Laying in bed, you toss and turn, sighing and groaning, and Haiphong and puffing. You get yourself tangled up in the blankets, your pillows are full, of rocks and it infernally hot. You can’t decide whether to stay in bed, get up or to go for a walk.

I seem to have a lot of nights like that now. I don’t know why, but this pregnancy seems to of turned me in to a bundle of sleepless, nerves energy and it’s also making extremely horny. I was with the twins, but this time I just have hear maîtres voice and I am begging to be used, and I mean used. Not made love to or fucked. No, I mean thrown on the bed, clothes ripped off and just taken. Not just once, but over and over again. I have even managed to wear maîtres and Steve out.

With the twins if I sneezed I could cum, but not this time. I’m putting it down to maîtres adding edging at least 3 times a day and the fact that when we fuck, well his deliberately backing off when he feels I’m close. Last night he managed to do that 4 times, and when he said on the 5th time “cum for me now, my good girl “. I came for a full 5 minutes, squirting so much the sheets got soaked and I had a blood sugar of 3.2 after. Squirting is something that I don’t do from just penetrate sex, so yes it was a really epic fuck.

For some reason as well, I seem to have gone more submissive than I thought possible. I am pretty much a total service girl and little in daily life. But I have been even more so, and all I want is to make maîtres, more than ever. I have stop swear, I’m not sassing and have stoped putting myself down. But I have also started asking for what I need, from maîtres, babe, Steve, and other people. I mean I even managed to ask to for my popper collar to be but on today, as I was panicking a lot and it is very calming, but it’s not something I would normally do.

My masochist side seems to be coming out to play a lot more as well. I seem to go out of my way to get punishments, I want things like wax play more and I start dripping at the thought of being tied up. This has on the other side, bought out a side of Kitten I love, she has a very well-hidden sadist side, that she seems to leave ear marked just for me.

It has also made maîtres seem to want me more than ever. It’s like he wants people to know I’m pregnant and his. The other day he pretty much tore my panties off to play with me under the table at the pub, and I know damn well people saw what he was doing. But that just made it even more fun!

Well that is to days pixie ramble,

Hugs,

Pixie x

From the heart

#SoSS – guest writers, vlogging heroes, and the youth today

#SoSS – guest writers, vlogging heroes, and the youth today.

So, I have not sat down and written one of these in ages, life has been up and down for me. Massive high, but then I have been facing down some of my old demons. I am also making BIG changes to my life, on a personal, professional, and blogging level, and as I have Said before, change of any form is something I really struggle with. But this time I have wanted change, not had it thrust upon me.

One of the biggest, and best changes I have made, is the bing on board of a sort of writing partner, in the form of the epic Aedan D, O’healy. His been my friend for long time, helping get my life back on track and kicking my butt when it has needed kicking. (A lot of butt kicking has gone on) an amazing writer, but he is also a tech wizard and wordsmith as well. He is also my editor and has help me step up my own writing (yes sir) He wrote a beautiful story / poem for my site, I watch you….. That people loved just as much as I do! Link to story. He has his own blog at http://aedansdomain.com/ and can found on twitter. He is a writer full of empathy and spirt, I’m mean he came up with this piece, http://aedansdomain.com/2018/05/12/earned-not-taken-kept-not-squandered/. From this you would never know he is new to the D/s scene, I feel it sums it up pretty well. So, go stalk him on twitter .

The next thing I want to shout about is one of the changes I have made, that is sort of my baby and I’m very proud of! We now have guest bloggers on Submissiveheart.co.uk. Once ever two weeks (for now), we have a guest writer or blogger, with a short piece of their own work. We still working out the kinks in this, but we are open for submissions, and we pay £30 for a piece of around 800 – 1000 words. (I know it’s not much). So far, we have had 2 amazing pieces of fiction. We kicked off with the amazing Posy Churchgate https://twitter.com/PosyChurchgate and her stunning short ,  Burlesque. With great use of words and a great flow, she paints a beautiful picture with her writing. You should follow her blog here https://posychurchgate.blogspot.co.uk/. Then we had Sharon Atkins, who I met at Eroticon. She is a very talent poet and writer, who has turned her hand to erotica. Her piece The other woman is nothing short of scorchingly hot. I was really homered have her on my blog and to sort of pop her erotica cherry! She does not have a blog yet (like why not), but she can be found on twitter at ().

The next awesomeness I feel the need shout about is one of the bloggers I have discovered. See being pregnant and an over anxious brain means I’m having trouble sleeping and staying asleep. One of the thing that has been helping me get through the sleepless night is YouTube and the wonderful vloggers. Some are madness and I just make me want to hit my head against a wall, but some are flipping excellent. Things I have really enjoyed watching and learning about more about is DDlg and the many, many forms it can take. It was one of these vlogs I found and have come to adore is Strawberrymilkies https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCn_eFU4BYvi3TFUy5-zwEUA . A wife and wife, DDlg couple. (I think they use They/ them pronouns, really sorry if I have misgendered you). They are simply and adorable little and very sweet and funny Daddy. Who together are such an amazingly positives example of DDlg. The content on the channel is well thought out and charming. They are both, from what I can tell extremely body positive, which I love. Maîtres has given his blessing, meaning I can watch their posts without asking. He loves the fact the is a great deal of respect, they are very much in love and they don’t drop to many f-bombs! So now little bear and I have midnight snacks and watch strawberrymilkies on YouTube. They are not on twitter, you can follow them on Instagram at @ strawberry-milkies

The thing I really want to share and shout about is a young lady, Jadis Liddell (), writer and blogger at the brilliantly named Tits and test tubes http://www.titsandtesttubes.com/ As you might guess she is studding science at university and writes and blogs about sex. Beautifully kinking stories, thoughtful and insightful piece about sex, and simple Devine pictures. But the reason I want to shout, well she writes really grown up stuff, with passion and an edge, that stuns me, as she is young. I have god daughters near her age and I hope they have half the drive this girl has when they get to university. People mock young writers at times, and this lady just proves we can all be a little quick to judge. Bravo little Miss Jadis, bravo!

So that’s it folks,

 

hugs,

 

pixie x

From the heart, musings of pixie heart., Poly life

Love is…

Love is supporting, without judgement or criticism.

Love is giving without expecting anything in return.

Love is caring, worrying and want the best for a person, even if that means being without them.

Love is guiding, nurturing, and protecting, without condescension.

Love is giving binderies, respecting limits, and never braking trust.

Loving is not allowing behaviours that will hurt or damage a person, even when they don’t see that harm or damage.

Love is encouraging, whether it’s a tiny step or a life changing goal.

Love is pushing you out of your comfort zone, when you don’t want to, or everything is to scary

Love is trying to not hurt others, even when your hurting or in pain.

Love is standing be someone, and letting them fix themselves, but catching them if they fall.

Love is 3 am chess games, lunch time phone calls and welcome home kisses.

Love is not hurting someone, unless they ask it too.

Love is what ever you need it to be, when you need it to be, where you need it to be.

Love is, simply love, pure and simple.

 

For my Maister, with love

Pixie Heart.

wicked wednesday

Dearest Little one…..

Dearest little one,

This is a hard letter for me to write, hell I never thought I would be in a place in my life that I would want to write it. I always thought I would be fine with just women coming and going in my life. But I have realised I can’t continue on like that, not anymore. I never thought I would meet someone who I would want to have as mine mind, body and soul, but here I am.

I’m terrified of what we have, truly terrified. For the first time in my life I’m not content to just have something open and fun. I want you, all of you. I want you when your happy, sad or angry. I miss you when I go to work in the morning, when your away from my side, with in minutes I feel the loss. When your sad I’m sad, when your happy I’m happy. But it’s more than liking you, it’s a need to have you with me. I can’t sleep without curled up, spooning into me. I can’t eat or concentrate without knowing your safe, cared for and well, it has turned in to my number one job in life to know your ok.

For the first time in my life I know the true mean of home is where the heart is. My house , my bed, my life is empty when your not with me. With your giggles, silliness and smile. The house is so quiet and cold without you in it. But every time I hold in my arms I feel like I’ve come home.

I don’t know when it went from sexual desire , to love, but it has. Now all you have to do is smile and want strip you naked and fuck you. But after that I want cuddle you in my arms, till you fall Asleep, and I get to watch you sleep. This is not who I am , but it’s who I have become, and it’s all your doing.

These two weeks apart have made it clear that I can indeed live without you, but it has also made it clear that I don’t want to live without you. I want you here with me, as my partner, my submissive and my love. The choice is yours and I will respect it , no mater what it is. I hope you will come back, I prey you do. Think hard little one and let me know.

All my love my darling girl,

Always and for ever.

Yours,

Sir x

Wicked Wednesday

Masturbation Monday

Yes, Sir

My face buried in his neck and my eyes tightly closed, I hear the bedroom door open. One moment, I am cradled and the next, I am airborne; flying like a bird, unafraid. I land at the same as time the door shuts.

I cower on the bed and look up at him, his face is pure animal lust. It is so fierce I don’t recognize him in that moment. It frightens me a little and arouses me even more. Looking down he growls, “Strip, now girl.”

“Yes, sir,” escapes from my lips with a breathy exhale. I am unsteady as I sit back on my feet. I reach for the clasp on my black lace bra, but my fingers are trembling too much. I look up at him, asking without words. I didn’t need the words.

“Need help, little one,” he asks? That smug tone, almost condescending is close.

He is already in motion then so close I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. My body betrays the sense of longing I feel and a shiver runs down my spine. I nod my reply and then I feel a sharp swat to my bottom.

“Answer using words missy,” he commands. He uses that same smug tone.  I know this will be accompanied a smug grin to match.

“Yes please, sir,” I say in a soft respectful tone. I am powerless to stop the shudder when I feel his lips press feather light kisses across the nape of my neck and collar bone. His hands slip the straps of my shoulders. He works the delicate clasp, with strong fingers and begins tracing the contours of my ribs. The bra is off my body in an instant.

“Put your hands behind your head.,” he says. That phrase sends a rush of wetness to my intimate parts. Every part of my body tenses with knowing expectation of what’s about to happen. I will myself to calm down as I place my hands on the back of my head.

“Yes sir.”

He walks to the foot of the bed reaching out his hands. He Careses the underside of each breas, slowly, intimately familiar with every line. . His fingers trace the outline of my breasts, skimming and pinching my nipples. He is on a mission to drive me insane.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh which is met with a sting and then the slow burn that I love. I open my eyes, first seeing that wicked grin on his face, then I can the familiar and not unwelcome shape of the clamp attached to one nipple. My eyes find his other hand as it attaches the second clamp to my other nipple. I suck in air through my teeth, relishing that harmony of pleasurable pain. He joins them together with a chain.

“Open,” he commands in a light tone. His look is expectant obedience as he gently pulls the chain up to my mouth.

“Yes Sir,” I utter. He places the chain in my mouth, knowing I will keep it in place. I am not allowed to pull the chain and add to the lush pain that is spreading through my body.

He walks to the dresser and takes something from the top draw. It’s the special drawer that I am not allowed to look in. He doesn’t let me see what he’s chosen. He places rough kisses on the back of my neck anda savage bite on my shoulder. Everything goes black then, leaving me to enjoy the pain in complete darkness.

“On your hands and knees, little one.”

He growls in my ear.

I shift onto my knees leaning forward onto my hands. I try not to jerk the chain that connects to the clamps as I feel a sharp sting and then a burn as his hand makes contact with my bum.

“What do you say when I give you a command girl,” he demands?

Gasping, I mumble, “Yes sir”. It wasn’t enough and I feel another strike.

“Thank you, sir.”

My punishment keep coming until he decides I’ve gotten my lesson. His fingers trace over the welts on my bum, working down between my legs and in to my sex.

“Did you enjoy that, little one? Did you learn your lesson,” he asks? I can hear the smile in his voice and know he is pleased.  His hands trace down my body, pulling my butt high in to the air. When he reaches what, he wants, he plunges his roughly into me. His thumb makes a beeline for my clit and can’t stop myself from whimpering.

My resolve fades in that instant and I let the chain fall from my mouth as I start to beg.

“Please sir, please let me come, please,” all the time knowing I can’t hold out.

His response is clear as he fucks me harder, rougher, and faster. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out pinching down on my clit and growls, “Cum little one, cum for me right now.”

He rams his fingers into me as I  squirt all over his hand, screaming out me release.

I collapse into a hot mess. I feel myself being pulled into his lap. He tells me I’m his good girl and that he loves me. I coo and snuggle into his shoulder, thinking about all the ways I can miss behave so I can get punished again and utter those two words I love saying,

“Yes sir.”

Aedan D. O'Healy, Question time.

Question Time for Aedan – as requested by Pixie and the girls… what have I gotten myself into?

Pixie has been asking me for this for some time and I finally relented and decided to draft up, what is sure to be entertaining if nothing else. I want to start by saying shite, what the hell did I agree to? 🙂 Here they are…enjoy ~Aedan

Questions:

  1. Sub, Dom, Switch and why? 
    I, Aedan Dorin O’Healy am a switch. I have been for a long time now, although I only recently started to let the submissive side come out. I am more Dom than anything else, but sometimes it’s nice to be blindfolded and leave yourself in someone else’s loving hands… or mouth. I’ve always been a Dom throughout most of life. Certainly work and during times of high stress or needs for a lot of action and assertiveness. As my boss tells me, ‘you don’t lack for balls or courage, crazy Irish bastard’. After my first real relationship, I had to take a submissive role to the woman I was with. Ten years of being treated like that made me stash that side of me away, not knowing I was able to play both roles without fear.
  2. What 5 labels would you give your kinky self.
    Labels are difficult but here goes… Creative, Sensual, Perverted, Romantic and Curious – all of these describe my kinky self and my ‘has to go to work and pretend to be like everyone else’ self. 
  3. Describe yourself in 10 words.
    Built, fierce, chivalrous, eager, intense, caring, funny, seductive, unwavering, self-aware
  4. Tell me about the best fuck you’ve ever had?
    The best fuck – that’s interesting. I’d like to amend this to the best fuck I’ve ever had so far. It was on the roof of the building I was working at in Long Island many years ago. What started as an innocent game  of “things that have happened to everyone” at a restaurant with co-workers and a level of astonishment from one particular woman who had a thing for me, turned into a 3-hour fuckfest in several offices, up a flight of stairs to the roof and ended with mind-blowing sex overlooking NYC. The details of which can certainly be given, if interested.
  5.  Worst sex you ever had?
    This is easy – my first wife. Didn’t like cock, hated me and thought she was far too busy to be intimate. Worst six years of my life. Luckily, we only had it a few times because I was always made to sleep on the couch. Small favors, I guess…
  6. Oral sex, boobie fuck or hand job?
    Yes 🙂 I am a huge fan of long, slow deep blowjobs and spending hours with my head between your legs proving the human tongue can do many amazing things 😉 That’s not to say I don’t love boobie fucking #titsrule! and nothing welcomes you back home like a random, unasked for handjob while trying to attending a meeting, eat dinner or wash the dishes. I can’t say I like anyone more than the other but if I had to pick, it would be oral sex. 
  7. What’s your idea of heaven and your idea of hell?
    Heaven – simple enough! Spending the rest of my life with the woman/en I love, raising a family and never feeling like passion is something that has to cool off or go away over time. Passion only dies when you let it. Hell is just that, a relationship where only one side feels it and you spend your time doubting, wondering or just being miserable. Nothing sounds worse to me than that. 
  8. Top 5 sexual positions and why you like them?
    I don’t know if I have just five lol. I’m a big fan of a good standing fuck, collapsed on an over-sized chair and pretty much any position that involves a “69”. I have been a bit sheltered when it comes to sexual exploration due to the woman I married. Creativity wasn’t rewarded in that relationship. I am open to suggestions though from anyone reading this 😉 
  9. 5 kinks you want to try and why?
    Is there a list somewhere I can order from? seriously. I’d like to try them all because I never have… or at least have an option to try them out before I draft my list of just five. 
  10. Idea of a perfect date?
    It would have to be something where money is no object and the evening spins out from a single kiss into an overnight whirlwind of each sense and sensation. A date that went from New York to Cuba – dancing, a lovely dinner, shopping for clothes that would fit in inside a kiny club and then a flight to Miami to walk the beaches at sunrise. I’d be just as enticed to say a date in the woods, back-country in a truck and finding a secluded spot to spend the night playing guitar, dancing and making love. I don’t really think the ‘what and how much’ of a perfect date means as much as the time you have with the person you’re with. 

I want to say thank you to Pixie and the girls for asking these questions. It was fun answering them. I realize as I read back my answers that I have way more complexity in life than I ever thought so feel free to ask more or message me for a chat.

Cheers

Aedan is a Dom writer or sex, sin and seduction. Engineer by day, future porn star by night. Divorced and slightly damaged, he wears his heart on his sleeve but is always looking on the bright side, assuming he can find one. Aedan writes for several on-line blogs, has three novels ready for publication and is working on finding the true meaning and beauty in a D/s relationship. He is currently unattached and can be found wearing his super-hero cape trying to save the day (even if the day doesn’t always need saving). Connect with Aedan on Twitter or stop by Aedan’s Domain for a read of poetry, kiny and lust served up, fresh, hot and wet. 

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Tigger’s collars !

Tigger’s collar – blue stitch collar 14 – 18inch

So, I got this collar as a reward for getting through a shitty period with health, work, and personal stuff. I was given the choice of 3 treats, one of which was something from tigger’s collars. When I looked on line and saw this Devine Blue collar with a stitch charm and bell on it, well I knew what I wanted. I showed maîtres, and he let me get, with a chuckle. He knows how much I adore my collar; how much I love tigger’s collars and he also says that stitch is my Disney princess.

So, with the order placed, I had to, sit on my hands for a few days. Waiting is not my my strong point and I think I may have driven him and the girls nuts. When I got the email saying that it was I route, well I started stalking me poor postman. (Well I do anyway cos, he’s a hottie!). When it finally got to me, I pretty much kiss him, squealed and hugged him. Now the reason for this is down to the whole tigger’s collar unboxing joy. They turn up in a little brown box, but when you break the seal, undo the tape, and open it up, well that is when the magic begins.

Wrapped in tissue paper is your collar, in a little draw string bag. Tigger is also widely known for added extras. This time I got sweeties, extra charms, and bells. As it was my reward I could have the sweeties straight away. But the best bit, after the actual collar, was a stitch charm on a chain. That is now in my jewellery box. The collar it’s self was perfect. It is a beautiful blue, matching stitching, that fits like a dream. It was so wonderful that I begged to be allowed to keep it on and to sleep in it. (Which I did)

Safe to say I love the collar so much, that I wanted to wear it all the time. But it also has had the effect of every time I but it on I instantly turn little. So much so I have done maîtres a deal, this collar is going to be my little space collar. If I feel little, I can give it to him and be little when I need to be.

So, if you want beautiful hand made collars, for subbie littles, kinky princesses, or bratty little boys. From a maker who has great communication skills and customer service. Oh, and to make your littles day when they open the box, then Tigger’s collars is the place for you!

Hugs,

Pixie x