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Day 19 of the Submissive's Advent Calendar , by submissive guide – Seen but not heard.

Hello my lovely friends of the interweb! how are you this fine day? what have been up to? I myself  have been a very busy . I had an English lesion, breakfast with my boss, tidy and cleaned the spare room, waxed lyrical about jam, eaten jam, and loved my babies! I also tried to pic my little dog spidie up, all 3 kg of her and buggers my back, to the point I had to call Kitten to help me get off the floor and get my ciro to do a home visit. Turned out not to be my back but my hip popped out of line, ouchies later and now move, all be it looking like I have been kicked in the bum!

Anyway back to the task in hand , If I can stop thinking about jam . right todays focus was the saying ‘children should be seen and not heard’. the first activity was called Quiet Bells. The idea was to attach bells on to your person and to see how quietly you could move and see what you noticed. the second was called Quiet voice. the aim was to speak and act in a quiet calm manner as much as you could for the day . now I read todays activities to maîtriser at breakfast, and him being in a mood for testing me, decided that I could do both! (his in a grumpy cos his not allowed to go skiing)

So he adapted the quiet bells activity a little, I was allowed to wear one of leather collars today, that locks and has a bell on it! most of my collars have bells on them for the very reason of this activity or as maîtriser says , so he knows where I am and what I’m doing! I was also allowed to wear the little cuffs that we put bells on too! at first I was jingling all over the shop and it made me very a wear that I was stomping round the house and being a little clumsy and loud. So I tried taking small step and listened for the jingle, and it was less. strangle making the effort to make less noise while moving , left me feeling calmer. having bells on my cuffs meant I learnt how flipping much I move me hands around when I talk with my hands and how hard I can hit the keys on my laptop when typing. so I try to cut back on both of them, but it did mean sitting on my hands a lot!

For the quiet voice activity , well I really loved this. I have a form of autism , and one of the things I really struggle with is the tone and volume of my voice. So this task made me practice me tone and volume , and that is a really good thing! also by being a little quieter and more softly spoken meant that I used please and thank you more, smiled more and giggled rather than use my Wally laugh! maîtriser said he likes it when I talk , rather than shout, and I got an extra reward sticker today for being calmer and even more polite!

So today has been great fun and really made my think, so I cant wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Night all .

Pixie x x x x

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Day 18 of the Submissive advent calendar, By submissive guide – Becoming Real.

Hello Kinksters! Again how are we all today? How are doing this evening? I have my Little bear and my Kitten home with me, but babe will not Wednesday. I do however get to drive to the airport, with the babies to pick her up and my Friend Emit , who is coming for Christmas. So that is something that I have to look forward too!

So today we have an excerpt from the wonderful , The Velveteen Rabbit. this is the passage.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that
happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just
to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When
you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit
by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It
takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who
break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved
off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very
shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are
Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

The first activity was to sit and think how it tied into to your submission and  how it relates to love in genres. the second the was about Becoming real. It was to identified when your submission became real , what it look like, how it and how it cemented you identity as a submissive. I decided to do the second activity today.

I guess I first felt submissive when I was about 15 and a girlfriend took control and told me what she wanted me to do to her. But I think when I first felt submissive with maîtriser was when he visited me in hospital after trying to take my own life. I had lied to a lot of people, and I was still hiding a lot of thing from my family and doctors. He sat by my bed and told me he would help me heal and put myself back together , but I had to tell him the whole truth, that the were to be no more lies and that I had to trust him. I was at my absolute lowest point, almost given up on life and defiantly on myself. He made me open up, it hurt , the were tears and a shit load of pain cam pouring out. He locust out ever little bit, pushed me when I thought I could not go on and tested my limits of being vulnerable. But he also held my hand, his calm strength and did not judge me. He knew what I needed , made me talk and never flinched at what I said. He left me with 3 rules to follow if I wanted his help to fix myself 1) No lies. 2) to ask for help when I needed it. and 3) to not harm myself . at this point we were only ‘friends’ , but he saw how much I need rule to follow to get well. but he also knew I needed to do the work, with someone to hold my hand and stand by my side. it Looking at it now I guess he was giving me my first ever rules as a submissive. but to me it just felt like It was just a friend helping a friend. he made my brain calm, loved and safe. I think that is when I really feel in love with him. Cos he saw me  at my worse , and loved the way I need to be loved.

Well that turned out rather deep and meaningful for a Monday night!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

 

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All good things….

I’ve been sat outside sirs house waiting for the last 15 minutes, knowing how much he hates tardiness , I’m always get to appointments and work early now. I would hate to disappoint him or let him down, but that’s not the reason I am early today. We have been apart, with no contact for the last 2 weeks. No were not 24/7 , but were not casual either. no I don’t have a collar nor are we exclusive, I mean we’ve not really put a label on what we have, not yet. I mean we have talked about collaring and where we see this , what ever it is going but not agreed on a solid future or putting things on a more formal footing. what I do know is that not being able to text him or speak to him or see for the last 2 weeks has left me with an ache in heart and sadness in my soul. So when he text last night saying he was back from his business trip and that he wanted to see me today at lunch time , so we could talk , but only if I was free. I jumped at the chance to see him and be near him. The fact that I had been meant to be working and having lunch with my sisters , well they could be put off and called in sick to , but i so needed to see him.

the fact is for some horrid self-doubting reason that I just can’t shake , I think this is not going to be a nice chat . Nope I have a feeling that I am going to be told that you don’t want to take it any farther and your going to send me away. I mean most of the time we’ve met it’s been at a bar and then we have gone back to your place, rather than my tiny little studio flat. we talk, and laugh, we play and screw. I’m treated with care and respect, I know you feel desire for me and that you enjoy using my body. You must know how much I’m in to you and what we do, maybe a little too much. have I started to feel more for you than you do for me. Do I want more than are casual informal fun. Am I feeling for you and been lying to both of us when I said I was happy with how things are.

Then It hits me like a punch to the chest and brings tears to my eyes. I so feel more than I thought and want more than we have, but I don’t know how to deal with these very new and extremely strange to me feelings. I don’t even know what I want . To be moved from casual fun to what? Kinky girlfriend? No, I want something more formal. I want rules, I want the discipline , the pain and to serve. I want to be owned, loved and controlled. But more than anything I want him to call me his, and nobody else’s, unless he wants me to share with someone. I just sit there and let it sink in slowly, washing over me in waves .

My phone suddenly starts sing at me, making me jump so much I hit my on the roof of my mini! With a shaking hand I rummage through my handbag , looking for me phone, desperate to shut off the offending noise. When I find the bloody thing I look to see who is calling, flashing on the screen are three letters that send my heart in to a nerves flutter, Sir. I slide the lock screen open ,  clear my throat and hit the answer button. I manage to squeak out ‘Hello’

It’s met with a deep chuckle and a ‘hello yourself’ followed by ‘you took your time answering, not misbehaving are you ?’

Why the hell the word ‘misbehaving ‘ should have any effect on me at all, is boned me . Yet every muscle in my lower half tenses , my breathing hitches in my throat and my nipples , instantly get hard. I stammer out a ‘no’ In a high pitch tone that I don’t recognise as me.

‘So are you actually going to come inside, or were you planning on staying in your car all afternoon?’ Shit, shit ,shit he’s seen me. Oh god what do I do now. As if reading my mind you add ‘ If you’re not on my front pouch, by the front door in less than 30 seconds I will come and drag you out the car’

‘okay , I’m coming already’ I say in a slightly less submissive tone than I would normally use. I’m a tad peeved that you sound way to relaxed and full of humour for this to be anything other than another play session or bout of stress relief. I shake myself , grad my bag from the passenger seat , and make to get out the car. Only now thinking my choice of summer dress and saddles is , possibly not the best thing to wear if someone is going to break things off with you. I mean I feel like ive made too much effort , I should have gone with jeans, t-shirt and trainers, then I would look so bad when I stop at the petrol station on the way home for ice-cream to help with a broken heart.

I’ve almost made it to your porch and front door before I realise that I’m really over thinking all this. More than likely this is just a booty call and that I’m going to have as much fun as you. breathe Kallie , just breathe and stop being so fucking stupid. It’s not going to be all bad , not what you want but at least it well feel good.  lost in thought again , I raise my hand to knock on the door , only for it to swing open  and I’m left knocking on his rather muscled , tanned chest covered in a light brown hair. I just stand their stock still staring at the wall of you that is in front of me. i hear your slow, deep chuckle as your arm go round me and pull me in to your chest for the biggest hug of my life . I breath in a big deep breath , that is full of your sent , lord you smell good, i have missed that smell so much. I breath out a long , deep sigh and let you take me by the hand and guide me in to the house.

You shut the door behind you with firm shove of you foot and I hear the key turn in the lock. I have only taken a few in to the coolness of the tiled hall , the butterflies are back in my tummy and I half heartedly try to figure out how easy I could run and crash through the pouch window and get in to the safety of my car. Lost in thought, I jump when your hands make contact with the bear skin of my shoulder and upper arms. Then your voice in a whisper in  my ear says ‘hush little one, calm down, it’s ok. Why don’t you put your bag down and slip your shoes, then go through to the lounge , while I get us some thing to drink. Go on make yourself comfortable little one’ and then his gone from my side .

I do as I’m told putting my bag on the hall table , slipping my feet out of my sandles and pad along the hall to the lounge, remarking to myself how cool the tiles fell under my bare feet. Once in the lounge I run my fingers across the smooth leather of the couch , and then turn and look out the window to your small garden, with its chairs and table, that would make a perfect spot to share a glass of wine in the late summer sun. Something I’m not likely to every get the chance to enjoy . I turn the blinds down and stand , slowly unbuttoning my dress, opening it wide and shimming it from my shoulder. stepping out of the fabric, I fold it neatly on the end table , then I start to go to work on my bra and panties , folding them and adding them to pile on the end table . I turn to your high back chair , the one you sit in when you want to watch me play and edge myself . not quite sure what to do for the best, I decided that kneeling at the side of your chair would be the best idea. So I walk to the chair and I start to lower myself to my knees, a sense of foreboding and sadness washing over me. I’m really having to fighting of tears and stamp down the sobs that are rising from some place deep inside.

again I’m so court up in my own little world, that I don’t hear you come in the room. The first I know about you being near me is a shocked gasp, the clatter of a tray being sat down and you saying ‘jesus Kallie, I said make yourself comfy , not get bare assed and kneel on the floor’

Lifting my face to yours , I look at you with a very confused look on my face. I stutter out ‘but I thought you wanted to ‘talk’ about stuff'” I feel the sob in my throat rising and tears stinging my eyes, ‘way to make a fool of yourself kallie’ . Looking at you face for some idea of what you really meant , I see you with a bemused grin on you lips and you head shaking . Feeling like a total idiot know I get up from the floor and make to grab my cloths and flee the scene of my shame. But your hand has my arm in a vise like grip, and your turning me to face you. That ‘s when you see the silent tear fulling down my face. all I hear before you fold me in to your arms is ‘fuck Kallie , no sweetie , no , I just want to chat with you about some stuff”

That just makes me sob harder and harder. Great I was right in the first place, you want to call all this off and send me away. I can’t seem to stop the tears or the sobs, but I also try to push my self free of your arms, as they are and your touch is not helping my addled brain to function. but your strong arms are not  letting go , you drag me over to the couch , sit down and host me on to your lap. tucking my head in to shoulder and making shushing noise while you stroke my hair.

when I’ve calmed a little , I whip my eye and blow my nose, wow I must look a mess. I try to stand up, but you’re not having any of it . “hold still missy! Your not moving till you tell me what the fuck all those tears  were for”

to tried to fight you, I relax , take a deep breath and start. ” I thought you called me here to tell me that I was being realised , but when you said get comfy , I thought you wanted to use me and play. So I thought I should be naked and kneeling, but then when you saw me you clearly didn’t  want that , so I felt not only a fool but realised my first thoughts were right , that your about to realise me, and … and…”

“shush little one, let me speak now ok ‘ You say in your firm but friendly tone. I nod , my head bumping under your chin. you hold me tight pull me closer, so I feel safe, little and warm.

You start talking again in a low , calm tone ” I asked you to come here today , as I have things I need to say to you . I did not ask you here for a booty call nor am I going to release you from anything little one. I wanted to talk to you about where we are headed and what future you see for us. I was going to say that not having contact with you for 2 weeks has been hell, that I missed your pretty little face, your cheeky chatter and could not stop thinking about your body and the things I longed to do to it . I was hopping you would say you felt the same and that you might want to take this a step farther. I was going to ask you to do me the honor of wearing my collar and become my sub. I know we have a lot to talk about still and a lot of things to work out but I was so hopping you wanted the same as me. So what is your answer Kallie , is a collar something you are interested in, my collar I mean, me as your Dom on a much more permanent footing?”

I sit stock still in your lap , my eyes are threatening to spill tears again. I open my mouth but no words will come out so I nod my head as hard as I can, bumping the underside of your chin again. I take a deep breath, swallow and finally find the words ‘yes , yes please , ever so much sir!’

With a chuckle you set me on my feet , stand up yourself and pull my into you and lean down and kiss me. soundly, full of passion and leaving me with no doubt that you’re in charge. it goes on and on , and I never want it to stop. but you pull away ,stroking my face with one hand and adjusting  yourself with the other, looking me in the eye the whole time, causing me to blush. You say in a soft and gentle tone’ now little one, I want you to kneel, close your eyes and hold your hair up and away from your neck, I’ll be right back , no peeking , promise?’

I nod and drop to my knees , gathering my hair up in my hands and closing my eyes tightly. I hear you walk in to the hall, rustle through a bag, take something out of it and then pad back me . You kneel behind me and then I feel you place something made of leather round my , it tightens and I can feel you buckling it closed . checking it’s not to tight, you tell me to open my eyes and let go of my hair. my hands fly to the thine strip of leather round my neck , I look up and begging with my eyes, you chuckle and help me to my feet , and I run to the hall and the mirror. I stare at the thin purple , kitten style , leather buckle collar , with a small sliver d-ring at the front and hanging from it is shiny, heart shape tag. with shaking fingers I catch hold of the tag, turning so I can read what is on it . It reads  Sir’s Little one. I cant help myself , I turn round , squealing with delight, I run back to the lounge and launch myself at him.

With my legs wrapped round his waist and arms round your neck, I cover your face I kisses, not realising that your hands are rubbing my bum and moving to my lower lips. Nor that you are walking towards the couch, then I come to just as my naked back hits the smooth leather . the next thing I know I’m rough turned over on to my tummy and then hosted over your lap. your growling at me to hold still. Then comes , in a husky voice ‘ Now little one I think you need to be punished for think the worst , before asking what I wanted to talk to you about , don’t you? hmm, I think 10 of the best on each should do it , now I want you to count little one and say thank you , do you understand?’

‘Yes sir ‘ I squeak and then gasp as I feel the sudden sting of his hand making contact with my bum cheek. ‘1 , thank you sir’ I manage to get out just before your hand makes contact with the other cheek. I count out loud, as the blows land on my bottom , one after another. then as soon as its starts it end and you pull to you for yet another cuddle, but I can feel your erection through your jeans. I look up at you , pleading with my eyes , uttering a ‘please’ , as I slide from your lap, coing to rest between your knees. Not brake eye contact , my hands move to your jeans , to the zip of your fly , slowly dragging it down.

“ok little one , show me what you want to do” you say as you pull your t-shirt up and over  your head , and tossing it to the floor. I pull you fly down, delighted that you have gone commando, tugging your jeans down your toned legs, tossing them to the side with your t-shirt . Then I turn back to you, steeling between your legs , looking to you to check it’s ok! You nod and smile, and I go to work!

Slowly kissing from the tip , down to the base, stopping to drop kisses, then gentle licks and sucks to you balls . I then lick from the base, along the underside , right back to head of your cock. It’s glistening with pre come, that I run my fingers through and use as a lubricant, as I gently pump your cock for a minute or two . But then I can’t wait any longer , sitting back on hunches I take the tip of your cock in my mouth , slowly taking you deeper and deeper in to my throat . Your hand has weaved their way in to my hair and you now decided to take control . Using. My hair, you control the depth and speed of things , leaving me to control how hard I suck and allowing my hands to tease your balls. Soon you stroke speed up, thrusting my face and mouth down harder. I feel you tense , and then with a deafening raw , your empty yourself in to my mouth and I swallow as much as I can . When you finish , you release you death like grip on my hair, and I come up gasping for air.

Still kneeling on the floor, red-faced , swollen lips , hair a mess and still panting. You hover over me and then host up in to your arms, kiss my soundly and cooing soft words in my ear. When my breathing returns to normal , you speak again. ” well little one I think we have an awfully to talk about and things to work out, that is if you still want too that is!?”

“Of course I do buster !” I giggle and playfully punch you in the chest . But it all gets lost in the look On you face . grabbing my arm , you stand taking me with you, only to stoop and gather me up in you arms, telling I need to be punished again , and with that your striding off.to your bed room with me in your arm. Knowing that we’re not done with talk just yer, but also the talking can wait, for now!

Masturbation Monday.

nee mm

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Day 14 of the Submissive's Advent Calendar, by Submissive guide – Don't be afraid to be brave.

So yesterday about being afraid and brave with inn are submission. like being frightened to do something and still doing it. We have a made up word for it Scave , When your scared and brave all at the same time!

The first activity was a simple reflection on the current fears you currently have about your submission, are relationship and within resells . The is also a passage from Slavecraft by Guy Baldwin, and you are asked why do you think he wrote that slavery requires bravery ? the second was second was to make a coupon book. By sitting down and writing a list of thing that you were too afraid to do over the last year , then turning them in to a coupon book , that you can give to your dom , a sort of list of things that you are too scaired to try without a little pushing! I did the first on.

I’m going to say that over the last few days I have been very low and my anxiety levels have gone through the roof. I’m ok and maîtriser has stepped up and is take care of me , but I just felt the need to say.

Now what am I fearfully of as a submissive, hmmmm . Well firstly that I don’t please maîtriser enough or that he will stop wanting me . I now I’m enough and I know his not going any place but it that niggles at the back of my mind , but I’m working on it ! Other worries are I can do the same as the rest of the girls. I mean physically I have limits. I can’t kneel for long periods of time and some of the rope stuff that babe is in to. But the way I have found to deal with it , is to speak up about it and then we find a way to adapt it . I also have things that due to having been abused and hurt really badly by me ex, that I find really hard to do. but again we are working on them . taking them to the point that I get scared and then when it is too much I will use my word for I’m not feel happy with this and we take a few steps back. I think Guy Baldwin saying that with slavery the comes bravery , is true. You are putting your life in someones hands , and it takes a lot of trust to believe that person is not going to do any thing to hurt you and that everything is safe. its even harder if you have had a bad entrance in the past.

Well that is as far as I’ve got . I am going to go cuddle maîtriser now!

Hugs,

Pixiie x x x x

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Day 13 of the Submissive's Advent calendar, by Submissive – Light a candle

So I am writing this while having an English lesion . I should explain that I stated having ‘English lessons ‘ about 15 months ago. I grew up speaking a mixture of Rusin , Irish Gaelic and English, added to this I have dyslexia and Anxious Add , and you will under stand why I struggle with English as much as I do .So maîtriser ask one of his female Dom friends , if one of her subs , who teaches ESL classes, if he would work with me on my English, spelling and grammar and punctuation . So we meet twice a week in a local café . We started off doing spelling and grammar. We then started to add in reading and writing short things. Then he taught me how to plan out what I wanted to write. That was a 15 months ago, and I still love those lessons , not only do I feel that my English is better and my spelling have improved, but I have gained a lot of conference and I am much happier just sitting and writing.

So todays activities are based on lighting a candle, and what that means to you in terms of love and your submission. The first activity was to find a quiet 10 minutes , light a candle and reflect on what it means to you in terms of your submission and love. the second was based round the yule log and using as reflection on the same things. I have been pushed for time over the last few days and the thought of actually going and sitting any place quiet for 10 minutes sounds like heaven.

So I went early this morning to the ladies chapel and light some candles. I always light them here and not in the main church as it tends to be quieter and less busy. I always light 5 candles when I go to church. One for my Nana, friends lost to illness, friends who took their own lives and one for friends I have serving in the armed forces or the emergency services . I light one for my family , and one for the peace process in Ireland to never stop working. I’m a lapsed yet good catholic, church has always in my darkest days been my sanctuary . I have an amazing priest , who would let me sit at the back of the church and calm myself when things at home with my ex were really bad and when he found out he beat me , without stopping for breath said I was worth more and should try to find the courage to leave.

Then I sat and I thought , pondered and reflected. To me I beleave that the submission I have now and the man I chose to submit to are linked and even at the start when it was just a sort of platonic D/s thing, was always given and received with love. I also think that as a poly D/s family we burn far brighter together , than we do alone. I now that I take great strength from my Dom , and I know that getting to the point where we got married and had babies , well the was pain and hurting that I had to get through to be whole and happy. but unlike a candle , I don’t see this as this love and these feelings every burning out. They may grow and evolve , but I will fight to the death to keep this love going as long as it can.

Well after that little out burst of feeling and emotion , it’s time this little pixie to do her spelling test!

 

hugs,

Pixie x x x x

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Day 8 & 9 of the Submissive's advent calendar, by submissive guide – Time to receive and joy in accomplishment.

So, I’m working this weekend and the end of last week was super busy, so last night I chose to sleep instead of blogging! (Self-care at its most basic). But I did yesterdays activates and I sat down and did today’s and wrote this while having my lunch. I got lucky and could take the babies to work with me and the has been a que of people wanting cuddles, some much so I had a 45-min lunch and nothing to do, so I chose to write!
Yesterday activity focus was receiving a complement and excepting it with grace. Now it echoed a lot of stuff that maître has me working on. He and the writer of the calendar made the point that most people do not give a complement wanting something in return. Also, that by saying, that they are just saying it or that someone could do better than you, are putting not only yourself down and the person giving the complement down too! The first activity was to accept complements for the day and do it with a smile and a thank you. The second was to complement yourself through-out the day. I liked the first second one, but maître liked the first, so I did a combination of both!
It was hard for me to keep telling myself I was doing good, as I really struggle with my self-esteem and my sense of self-worth at times. So, I took it slowly and steady. I chose to focus on the things that I feel I’m good at. Like looking after the babies, house work and being a good friend. The later kind of inspired me to sit down and write to a couple of friends, and I told myself that I would make people happy by doing that. I gave my living room and kitchen a good clean, telling myself I was doing a good job and that I was proud of me. I also congratulated myself for making beautiful babies. Now the tough part for me was accepting a complement, without thinking the persona wanted something. But I did it! A friend on twitter said that I was doing well, that I brightened her day and make her smile every day, So I took it and said thank you! My English teacher told me that he is amazed at how much better my spelling is, and again I said thank you and smiled. Then when maître said I looked pretty, I smiled, hugged, and hid a blushing face in his chest!
Today focus was on what I have accomplished this year and celebrating it. The first activity was to sit and make a list of all the things that I have accomplished this year. The second was to sit and think about what I have achieved this year and then think of a way to celebrate it. As I’m at work and a little pushed for time, I chose the second task.
The biggest thing that I have achieved this year is having the twins. For a very long time I thought that I could not have kids, and I told myself I was happy with that, but deep down it killed me. I did want to them very much, so when last year I got engaged, I kind of broke down the whole kid’s thing can be tumbling out my little head. We decided that if I could not get pregnant we would be looking in to adopting, but we also decided that I would come off the pill and see what happened. Well fast forward to now and I have ended up with 2 screaming bundles of joy, that I love more than life itself! Becoming a mum has been amazing for me. It seems to of made it easier for me to deal with life and given me a sense of worth that I have never had before. So, I decided that I should do something to celebrate that, so I phoned the boss man and asked if I could next week go to the baby flick at my local cinema with my great Uncle Fred, and got the thumbs up!

So that is the last 2 days, lets see what tomorrow brings shall we?

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

 

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Day 7 of the Submissive's advent calendar, By Submissive guide – Random acts of kindness

So before I start this I have a confession, I sort of read todays entry last night and started planning in my head what I was going to do last night, Bad pixie! right that said to days task was to think about how helping others , feeds are need to submit. Then it explained that todays task was to perform at least one ‘Random act of kindness’. something nice that would surprise someone and brighten their day. The was also a handy list of ideas to help you think of something to do!.

Now this is where I got excited.  maîtriser will quite often set us the task of doing RAK on are daily task list and I really love doing them. It helps improve my sense of self-worth, pushes me out of comfort zone, in a good way and I get to help people! So me and little bear got out a pad of paper and the gel pens and started to make are plan. So this morning we hit the road running and this is what we have done so far.

  • We took the old sleeping bags and winter coats to the salvation army.
  • We boxed up all the old , used dog bits laying round the house and sent the off to a greyhound rescue.
  • bought and then donated food to a local food bank (£30 can go a bloody long way!)
  • Made wash bags full of basic hygiene bits and took them to a local domestic violence charity.
  • we bought Tea and a Toasted tea cake for an old lady in Tesco’s who had lost her purse.
  • Took tea and biscuits to the work men trying to fix a water leak in are street.
  • Text 5 of are friends that we know have a hard time at this time of year, say we love them and that we are always about if they need to talk.
  • I’ve typed up little bears notes for her
  • I did all of babes ironing for her.
  • We have made cakes for Aunty May to take to the catholic ladies tomorrow
  • Made soup and bread for the lady over the road who has a poorly leg and can’t get out.
  • Little bear cleaned my van out for me!
  • I’ve mended Kittens dress that got a rip in it.
  • Made maîtriser favorite dinner for him (his not allowed to much fat in his diet)

all this has left me feeling happy , but it also has left me feeling a little blue as well. people that we did stuff for seem shocked that people would actually stop and offer help or kindness. If you think about it , I guess it is something that not a lot of people would actually do just for the sake of it. So after a lot of thinking I have decided that next year is going to be a year of Rak, pay it forward and volunteering for this little Pixie!

So see you all tomorrow!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

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Day 6 of the Submissive's advent calendar, by Submissive guide – Awareness.

So today on the advent calendar the focus was on awareness of your submission. the was one simple question to ponder, When are you most aware of being owned / submissive. the was one activity for Owned subs and one for unowned subs. the activity for unowned subs was to focus on ways that they serve people. do you help friends and family out ? do you volunteer? what are you maple of and what are you willing to do? the activity for owned subs, was after thinking about when you feel most submissive , to then recall how it feel and what it looks .

sitting down and thinking about it when I feel my most submissive , the one thing that really reminds me I’m owned, is when I kneel at the side of the bed in the evening , and maître changes my day collar, to my leather kitten collar that I sleep in. in the morning , I kneel at the side of the bed and he changes it from my leather kitten collar , back to my silver chain collar. It is something we have done every day we have been together . He will come in from the hall , to find me and the girls if they are home kneeling at the side of the bed. we have are bedtime collar on are knees, eyes looking down. he will ask each of us in turn to sit up on are knees , holding are hair out the way , and will take off are day collar. We then pass are bedtime collar to him, and for the girls he will put it round their necks and buckles it. My bed time collar is ia little different to the girls as it is a locking collar. so he unlocks my purple padlock, puts it round my neck and then buckles and snaps the lock shut, and then orders me to hop in to bed!

it’s hard to describe how this makes me feel. It makes me feel loved , cherished and cared for . It makes me feel small , safe and proceed. It makes me proud to have earnt this collar. it also makes me feel very calm and peaceful in the evening, as it is a reminder that we are tucking in to bed , having are bedtime story and turning the lights out. In turn when it is changed in the morning it is kind of single that my day is starting , that I have my tasks and chores to do and that I need to work hard to make him proud.

the is also the times that it turns from a collar change in to something more. those are times when after he has changed my collar , and he weaves his fingers in my hair and hauls me to my feet. kissing me and leaving knowing who I belong to. he then chucks me on the bed and makes sure I don’t forget that my body belongs to him . and when his through doing that he cuddled me in to my safe place , spooning with my head resting on his shoulder , and reminds me who owns my soul!

So that was todays, lets see what the morning brings.

hugs,

Pixie x x x x

 

From the heart, Letters from the heart., musings of pixie heart, Uncategorized

letters from the heart….

At the weekend I celebrated one year of marriage to the most amazing man in the world. I don’t say this lightly , but I’m still here because of him. I meet him through Kitten when I was 18 . He was her Dom, but he soon became one of my best friends. He looked out for me when I went out on the fetish scene, guided me and offered advice . We remained friends even when a lot of people walked out of my life due to not being able to cope with me staying in an abusive relationship. are friendship never cross the line in to lovers till years later, although it turns out we both had crushes on each other. When I tried to take my life , and was stuck in hospital and it looked like I was going to be sectioned, he and his girls swooped in and took over. They helped me get well, worked on fixing my broken head and body and supported me till I was able to get back to work. He became my Dom, but the was no sex for the first few months. It was more of a way me have some control in my life and learning to trust people again. Then one night I got fed-up of being horny as hell and only having my hand as company , I crawled in to bed with him , and you can guess the rest!

It has been far from plan sailing. My mental and physical health still needed a lot of work. neither of us would use the L word for a long time. I have a very vivid memory of Sir Beasty joking that I was ‘his girlfriend ‘ and ‘where going to be together for ever’. This got my back up for some reason and I snapped back at him ‘his not mine to keep’ . I cried after that , and I was confused as hell why? Fast forward 6 months and thing were still going strong and I was content for the first time in my life. but things changed when I got a very drunk  phone call from the boss man when he was away for work, saying he loved and missed me. When he got home I was on the war path , and shouted at him ‘don’t you dare tell me ou love me if you don’t fucking mean it’ . little did I know that he would break down and say he meant ever word he had said and that he want an ever after, home and kids with me. after that things went from strength to strength for us and are little poly family.

then in late august 2016 I was in hospital with an infection, when he turned up with a goofy nerves look on his , normally cocky face. He then proceeded to get down on his knee and ask me to marry him. I was sweaty , messy and hooked up to drip and machines, but he managed to make me feel wanted and loved at my lowest point. So I said yes. He then announced he wanted to be married by Christmas! So as soon as I got out of hospital it was wedding prep and arranging at full steam. I’m really lucky to have had a lot of help and it was all sorted and planned with in 10 days. We married in Belfast on December the 6th last year.

Now I did not have all my friends there or much of my family . But it was an amazing day and I was blissfully happy . It was only this weekend past that this email came to light. He sent it to all are kinky friends who could not make it to the wedding. I read and re-read this and cried, so I thought I would share it with you all. (not meaning to be soppy or showy)

Dear friends,

It’s with a huge smile that I say thank you to you all. After 18 years of having my little mouse in my life , at first as a friend, then her protector , then lover , my sub , life partner and now wife, I can not imagine my life without her. You all know too well what she has been through with family, her health and what  did too her. I just want assure you all that from this point forward I’m going keep her safe , make her see how wonderful she is and know that not only I love her , but by so many others. It’s not going to be all smooth sailing, we all know she has health problems. But I will do the up most to keep her from harm. The girls, myself and my little h are so grateful that you are all part of are world . I want to thank my beautiful wife for teaching me the meaning of the words family, trust and courage, as they are the 3 things that she shows me ever minute of everyday. So I say raise your glasses to the Devine Mrs B! May she be in mine and your lives for many years to come.

Antoine Beaulac.

So that is why I love him so much and get all mushy when I talk about him!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x

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Day 5 of the Submissive's Advent calender, by the submissive guide – The Music.

Hi, hello,hay! Well I’m up early and have hit the road running today! My uncle Fred is watching the babies while I have my English lessons. So I’m getting some help with writing this and get to have a lovely chat with a friend.

Today’s activities focus is Music and how affects you and how it inspires you . The first activity is to sit and listen to music that you love, then think about a few questions . The second is about finding a poem, or quote or single word that inspires you. Keeping it your pocket and thinking about it, and letting it inspire you. I chose the first , as music is a big part of who I am . It can effect my mood, make me smile or cry or laugh or make me horny as hell! I have quit eclectic tastes in music. I love Punk, metal and rock. But I also have a soft spot for rap and country. I will even admit to liking so pop music and even Abba. Not a huge fan of jazz or classical stuff , but they do have their place. but one of the biggest loves I have is for Folk, or should I say Irish Folk music that I was bought up on. No mater what I have going on or how I feel , Irish folk can cheer my soul, calm me down and make me feel grounded. Haha I guess I am more of traditional girl than I thought.

So the thing points:

  • How does music connect you to the world around you? Music is one of the things that can really effect my mood. I use it to help when I’m anxious  to help me stop focusing on the thing that is making me anxious. I can use it when I have a cry stuck, to make me cry. I use upbeat music start my day happy and full of energy. I guess it sort of feeds my soul!
  • Do you have a theme song? The boss man would say ‘right on time’ Cos I always have to be on time for things! but I think it would be ‘don’t take it personally’ by Monica or maybe ‘Savior’ By Destiny’s child. Cos I can be a little grumpy at times and cos I have been through some shitty times .
  • Thinking about when your playing with your partner/s or fantasize about doing so – is the there a play list in your mind? Yes defiantly! For D/s it has to be chilled and calm, with a slow beat and a melody . For fucking it has to be either slow and soft , if it’s romantic. Or if it is more intense or spontaneous , the has To be a stronger , faster beat.
  • Do you have a specific music you love to play to? What are they? why do you think they connect you to the moment? Well not specific songs , but bands like the kings of Leon, green day and nickel back. I think it’s cos they have songs that inspire me to dance and act a little naughty. I can then remember what I did to that song if it comes on the radio and then I get that sort of not in my tummy and blush at the memory of it!

Hugs,

Pixie x x x x