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SinfulSunday: Wrist Collar

Two weekends back, Silverdrop and I went on a date. It was her turn to choose where. So we went on a charity shop scavenger hunt for her sewing projects.

We found this.

We also found this. Unlike some of her other symbols of submission, she cannot get this one on and off without my help. It has a screw thread that she cannot reach.

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SinfulSunday: Day Collar

Last weekend, Silverdrop and I went on a date. It was her turn to choose where. So we went on a charity shop scavenger hunt for her sewing projects.

We found this. It’s incredibly soft, and weighs almost nothing. Both these things are important, as her nervous system becomes unpleasantly overstimulated rather easily. It cost the princely sum of £3 (approx US$4)!

We love it. What do you think?

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Making Things Accessible…

… is sometimes very simple.

Take Silverdrop’s new day collar, for example. The clasp, like so many, is very hard to use. More so if you’re disabled.

The solution? Add a magnetic clasp. Simples!

 

An image of this lovely collar will feature this Sinful Sunday – after I’ve collared her with it.  🙂

Silverdrop: He almost passed it by when we were shopping, until I reminded him that magnetic clasps exist. 😉

SinfulSunday: You’re the One

Prompt: Song Title.

I’m actually feeling a little emotional writing this post, so please make allowances.

This month’s prompt asks us to use a song title. Silverdrop came up with both the song and the image idea within seconds of me telling her. It took a little getting, and some editing. I love the way the reflections from the chrome collar play on her skin – especially the ‘O’.

There is a story behind this, Silverdrop’s primary collar. I had it custom made by a leather worker friend. This was while we were in a trans-Atlantic LDR many years ago. I took her to a shopping mall that had an engraving store. She had to hand the collar over, and explain what she wanted engraved on it. This was one of our first public BDSM ‘things’. We both remember it well.

One of several songs that count as ‘our’ song is You’re the One, sung with haunting beauty by Karen Carpenter.

Silverdrop is my One.

 

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Conversations

We often jokingly comment to each other that some of the conversations we have are quite, well, odd. Or would be if overheard by non-BDSM types. Here’s one from last Sunday.

SilverHubby: Are you going to sew this afternoon?

Silverdrop: No, I don’t have the energy.

SH: Then why did you watch the movie with me?

SD: Because you wanted to watch the movie, and I’m a good girl.

She is a good girl. My good girl.

SilverHubby and Silverdrop

Snippets From Our Past:- The Airport

I was sitting here thinking about the first time we met in the flesh. It was months after we found each other online. We were both getting out of bad first marriages, and were understandably nervous about diving back in. But the spark we felt in cyber was too strong to be denied and, as I flew away from the UK frequently for business anyway, I booked a flight to Washington’s deeply romantic (NOT) Dulles airport.

You told me later that you had sat down in Arrivals just as the boards showed my flight had landed. You’d been delayed by your silly dog escaping into the snow. This led to you being even more nervous – if that were possible.

You thought you’d have plenty of time before I came through the doors and we could touch for the first time. After all, as a commie-pinko foreigner, I had to clear customs and immigration. You took off your coat and, when other attempts to relax failed, got out a book.

What you didn’t know, was that the information screens were lagging significantly behind the reality. So far behind, that s you saw them change to ‘In Customs’, I was walking just about to walk through the doors into Arrivals.

I didn’t see you at first. The hall was crowded, and you were tucked away in the far right corner. A small part of what I am pleased to call my mind was getting quite worried as my eyes did a slow left to right sweep around the larger space. There you were! Head down in a book. This image is burned in to my memory. It is one that has often been repeated over the years, although it is a Kindle in your hands these days.

You were so engrossed that, that you didn’t see me until I was standing directly in front of you. Did you drop the book? I don’t remember. I do remember you jumping up and into my arms. I do remember burying our heads in to each other and inhaling deeply. I do remember almost crushing you in my patented bear hug.

What I remember most is your reaction to my saying the two words I had been training you to respond to: “Cum now.” You whimpered, your knees went weak, and I had to support you as your orgasm left you sagging against me.

These are memories I will take in to the long dark when my time is done.

I wonder if our readers would like to hear more, Silverdrop?

EDIT: This is my first piece of writing since attending Eroticon 2017.

FebPhotoFest 2017, Day 27: Yikes!

This, the penultimate image in this year’s FebPhotoFest, has been inspired by this lovely photograph.

Oddly, Silverdrop reports that this many-wheeled version is in some ways less intense than the single wheel, although it is (of course) spread over a wider area.

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That’s gonna hurt!

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FebPhotoFest 2017, Day 26 and SinfulSunday: How Did That Get There?

We saw this the day after a play session. It is one of Silverdrop’s lightweight collars.

I love this image. Very little editing.

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We honestly don’t know.

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