Quiet Jingle

I felt like I had a bell around my neck. Normally, I don't really pay much attention to the sound my collar makes as I move around the house. It does jingle, and Sir absolutely loves that, though. I have three o-rings on it that clink and clatter when I move.

But that night, Sir went to bed early. He had two interviews in the morning (HOORAY!). And a pinched nerve in his neck making him feel shitty.

I had some pressing volunteer work I had to finish, so I went to bed after him. I was trying to be quiet and respectful when coming to bed. I didn't turn on the lights. I used my phone light to find my pajamas and put them on. So as quiet as I am trying to be, naturally I fall trying to get into my PJ pants, which were half inside-out. A crash and a lot of jingling from my collar.

He didn't appear to wake, thankfully. Then I had forgotten to take my medicine, so I went to do that before bed. I come back in the room, thinking I don't need a light and crash directly into the laundry basket. A curse, and jingling everywhere.

You jingly little fuck!

It didn't seem like Sir woke up, but in the morning we were talking and he said he did remember that part, the laundry basket crash.

Dang. I thought I had managed. Well, I got my butt into bed and stopped interrupting Sir's sleep!

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Sinful Sunday: Stairs (Chained in the Basement)

Sir and I had fun with this little shoot with the theme of Stairs for Sinful Sunday. When we get around to it, it's an intimate fun activity for us to do together.

He always jokes that he is going to keep me... keep me chained up in the basement. Perhaps it is not totally a joke.

Lucky for us, our neighbors are away this week (we share the basement).

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Sinful Sunday: Hands

Sir and I in the back of our friends' car while in North Carolina:

Sinful Sunday

Hair Bondage Silhouette

New Year's Day, Sir beautifully bound my hair.

Here is another shot he took of me standing at our front door. I like how the light is coming from the window through the curtains, almost silhouetting my hair. I enjoy the halo of our Christmas Wreath still on our door. I enjoy how fluffy my exposed hair is, highlighting the constraint.

And of course, I enjoyed Sir first brushing my hair, then so tightly binding it, trying out a gift I gave him for Christmas. I suppose it was a gift for me, too.

Sinful Sunday Monthly Prompt: 

Windows.

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Don't Trim Your Tree, Trim Your Submissive

I think I'm finally up to decorating our place for the holidays. It's been difficult before; Christmas music and the thought of the holiday makes me melancholy.

Sir helped me take out our decorations and tree and we got to decorating.

But not the tree - yet.

Hope you're all starting to have a good holiday season, no matter what you celebrate!

This was inspired by the 

Sinful Sunday Prompt: 

Festive.

For you, Sir

A few weeks ago, Sir and I found our wax play candle and used it for the first time in the new place. Towards the end of the session, I cupped my foot as best I could so Sir could hot pour wax into it. It was intense, holding it up knowing the sting would come. Doing it anyway to please him.

I will hold still for you, Sir. I will take the heat as you desire.

This was my first Sinful Sunday contribution! I like the prompts - this one was "Abstract". You can find more at the link: