tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32591302703496196682024-03-13T12:52:28.065-07:00sly's treehouseIf only You could read my mind...Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-14854574420511688882012-07-07T21:30:00.000-07:002012-07-07T21:30:30.309-07:00my Mommy, Angiei moved away from "home" a few years ago. i often look back and think of my Mommy, Angie. she gave me strength and courage, and She healed a very lost little girl inside. In our relationship, She gave me the tools i needed to move forward and grow. i am in a different place in my life now...my desires have changed and have matured, but i can't help but think of my Beautiful Mommy and all She did for me during the time we shared. i am forever grateful, and i will Always Love You.<br />
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Your babygirl,<br />
~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-34084514510942050142012-06-28T18:50:00.000-07:002012-06-28T18:50:00.747-07:00CommentsYou know...comments would be graciously accepted. i know You're reading.Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-52789392918583477272012-06-26T19:14:00.001-07:002012-06-26T19:14:53.962-07:00The Belt...You made me instantly wet when You told me i was getting a spanking. Your tone let me know i wasn't in real, Real trouble...it's just that You were in one of those wicked moods.
As i lay there with my face burried in Your pillows, breathing Your scent, i'm tuned to every syllable leaving Your lips...
"sly? you are to count out each lash. Understood?"
"yes, Ma'am!"
oooo...You Know i can't stand to count out lashes! And since You aren't real, Real mad at me, and it's just kindof a "Fun" spanking...
"One!"
That first lash was a bit alarming, but if there were any doubts before, i Knew this was just a fun spanking...
Next lash...
a giggley "One!"
"Oh....really, sly? Lost count already?"
And another, harder lash comes whipping down across my ass...
"lol....ONe!"
You kinda laugh and rise to the challenge...a little harder.
"OMG! ....ONE!"
"Damnit! ...ONE!" "ONE!" "ONE!" "ONE!"
"FUCK!! OOOOOOONE!"
my voice is cracking. i feel the heat on my ass rising, and i'm starting to break a sweat...
Each lash gets a bit harder than the last. It's become a test of the wills at this point. Principle...
Another CRACK, and i caught a glance of Your face. i knew You weren't amused anymore.
i cry out "TWO!" and begin to get a bit weepy...wanting to cry...needing too, but still not quite to the point i could let go.
"THREE!...MsHope!"
"FOUR!!...i'm Sorry!"
"FIVE!!....Pleassssse!"
"Please, What, sly? I have your attention now?"
"OH GOD!....SIX! yes, Ma'am!"
and i start to weep.
"Good." You say...
"SSSSSSSSEVENNNN!!!"
"Hush, sly! No more talking! No more counting!"
"CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK..."
And i didn't say a word.
i cried.Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-43165381378165208532012-04-16T08:08:00.000-07:002012-04-16T08:09:12.593-07:00The Dream...i don't remember falling asleep last night. i just stopped for a moment and layed down on the bed. Next thing i know, it was 5:30 in the morning. i was still laying in the same spot, hadn't moved, fully dressed...even still had my shoes on. i was Tired! i slept sound and deeply. In doing so, i went to a blissful place in my mind...<br /> <br />i was at a party, and You were both there. i was sitting on the couch, really close and comfortable with You. Nothing more than friends enjoying each others company. At one point, i had gone into another room, and i found myself leaning against the fire place mantle, elbows on the mantle, looking behind me in the big mirror that was hung above the fireplace...<br /> <br />i saw Her walk up behind me and i couldn't help the smile that came across my face. She was not as amused. She wasn't mad or angry or anything, but you could tell She had a bad taste in Her mouth for me. She took advantage of the position i was in, and without a word from either of us, She was there to put me in my place...<br /> <br />i'm not sure how it happened, because my shirt was still on, but my shoulders were exposed. There were people walking around, mingling, but no one was really paying any attention to us. She had a wire coat hanger in Her hand. It was straightened out and doubled over. She was going to punish me...She did not like me at all, and i could feel it. But i also needed to submit to Her. i wanted to! i've Always wanted to...<br /> <br />She struck my shoulders with the piece of wire. i didn't even flinch. It hurt! But it was like a hunger being fed. my soul drank it up like nourishment. Another quick, sharp strike came down across my skin, and i felt like i had taken my very first breath of life. With my head bowed, i looked into the mirror through a part in my hair that had fallen over my face and gazed at Her with a sly grin and passion in my eyes. She Glared back at me, and i saw Her draw back once again and She came down on my back so hard, the wire molded itself to the shape of my shoulder and back. She held it up and looked at it and laughed at it's shape before She threw it down to reach for Her next weapon. It was a riding crop. She gave me a moment and guided me in a more braced position, took aim and i felt the thudded sting sink deep into my flesh. She was making Her point! Another blow and i hissed and buckled into the mantle, making sure to keep my position, but i was starting to feel the rawness of Her fury.<br /> <br />By the third strike, i felt something had changed in Her. She didn't seem as..."mad" at me. It had somehow turned from a punishment into a favor...an acceptance of what She was to me...an understanding of who i was to Her... She was enjoying this exchange in a whole new manner than She was when it started out. She realized i was Hers...and She hadn't even known She wanted me!<br /> <br />i felt Her tugging at my shirt to expose more of my skin. She was actually ripping the back of my shirt open. She had a red candle in Her hand...one of those big fat ones that you set down in a glass globe. i saw the flicker of the fire and the melted wax as She made one last check that my shirt had been properly cleared out of Her way. i must admit, i was worried how that hot wax was going to feel on top of my burning welts. i could already feel the heat rising from the attention She'd already given me. But there was something very comforting when i felt the warmth ooze down and trickle across my wounds. Something inside me changed...i can not even articulate the feelings of elation that i was experiencing. And in the middle of my euphoria, She turned my face to Hers from behind to kiss Her. i did. She offered me Her tongue, and i gently sucked it into my mouth. i could feel all the details of Her kiss with my tongue...Her taste buds, Her breath....Intoxicating! Her tongue was much wetter than it would normally be...more so than i would normally want to kiss...but She had done it on purpose...for me to take and savor, and i couldn't' get enough. She breaks our kiss for a moment to wet Her tongue again and offers it to me once again. i seductively kiss Her and it rocked me to my core. After a moment, She pulls away, takes a fist full of my hair into Her hand, pulls my head back and whispers in my ear, "Don't Touch My Husband..."<br /> <br />i became instantly conscious at that moment. i wasn't awake, but i was no longer dreaming either. my heart was racing. my breathing was rapid. i just layed there savoring every moment that had just transpired in my head. i wished for my dream to come true...<br /> <br />~sly<br /><br />2317Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-41062309505672197722012-01-08T12:59:00.000-08:002012-01-08T13:02:36.839-08:00Some of this stuff is just Stupid...Haven't been here in awhile, and came on today, briefly read through a couple of my postings and realized how stupid i sound.Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-77971155062120326262011-08-25T10:18:00.000-07:002011-08-25T10:21:21.193-07:00Late Again!For my Ma'am...
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<br />i was 30 minutes late coming to meet her. She had made dinner plans with some of her friends she wanted me to meet. She'd been looking forward to this gathering all week long and reminded me earlier in the day, "Don't be late!"
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<br />i was stuck in traffic on 285. i thought i'd be able to use that as an excuse. The entire time Knowing what she was going to say to that. "You should have Planned for traffic and left Earlier, rayn!" And she would be right. i ran into some friends of mine, and i was engrossed in conversation and lost track of time. And what's worse...this is not the first time this has happened...
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<br />my heart was pounding when i pulled in the driveway. i knew Ma'am was going to be livid, and rightfully so! i can't Believe i'm late anyway...i Knew how important this was to her.
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<br />i parked the car and made my way to the house quickly. When i opened the door, all i saw was her hand reaching out for me. She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me in the house and started whipping me with her belt all the way down the hallway, into my room. She was scolding me, telling me "You Know how important this dinner is to me! What Were You Thinking!!" She yanked down my shorts, panties and all, threw me across the bed and spanked my ass hard with that damn belt.
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<br />Suddenly she stopped, pulled me back to my feet and told me to get ready. And "HURRY/CRACK!" She already had what she wanted me to wear all laid out. She continued spanking me the whole time i was getting dressed telling me how "Lucky/Crack you Are/Crack that we have to BE/Crack! somewhere! Oooo!! sly! Crack Crack Crack...you just Wait/Crack! until we get home, girl! You are in So/Crack Much/Crack TROUBLE/CRACK!!"
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<br />i am finally dressed and ready to leave the house. i hear her high heals clicking down the hallway, and she's dugging around in her purse. She stops me in the living room and yanks my pants down one more time, bends me over the arm of the couch and spreads my cheeks. "Here. Take this." As she presses the remote control bullet into my bottom until i open up and accept it, taking it from her fingertips. "You're going to wear this tonight, and you better not make a Sound when i turn it on. Do You Understand?" "yes Ma'am!" "Good. Because that's Nothing compared to what's going up that little ass when we get home. Now, get in the car! We are Late!"
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<br />love,
<br />~sly
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<br />Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-73703090566549105032011-08-25T10:04:00.000-07:002011-08-25T10:14:30.028-07:00Someone New...i felt something was wrong. We had been emailing most all day, with great enthusiasm, and then suddenly, the emails stopped. And when she did write back, it was short and to the point. i felt something was wrong, but then wrote it off as to her husband must have come home, or she's busy with a business matter, or she just had things to do. i didn't even fathom the thought that she was upset with me! She said i disappointed her because i am still seeking someone to spank me. i didn't even know what she was talking about until i started answering her emails. Then it hit me...i never deleted my personal ad once we started talking. It didn't even occur to me to delete it. i have been running ads for awhile now, and i usually just let them run until they expire. That has just been my practice. It's been so long, and to find someone of any substance on the internet was going to be a long shot anyway, i'd just become jaded with the entire concept. But then, out of nowhere, there she was. Someone i feel i've been looking for for quite some time. Like i said, we'd been talking all day, trying to get to know one another. Everything she's said has been right on with me. Anything i've been leary of, she's listened and taken into consideration and made sure i felt safe and secure about my concerns. i am very interested in pursuing this relationship to see where it takes us, so i was quite shocked when she said she was unhappy with me right now. i didn't understand why...
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<br />But now i know, and of course she's upset. i would be too if i had seen that her ad was still running after talking to her all day. What i should have done was remove the ad immediately, once i realized this might be a real connection. But i didn't. Instead, she found my ad again, thought the worst and had bad feelings about it all evening. She lost interest in me. She must have thought i was a player...that i wasn't interested...or maybe that i was just not serious about this at all.
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<br />Whatever she felt, luckily she mentioned it to me, and i was able to explain to her that i am not looking for anyone else. i understand how my actions, or rather, a lack there of, turned a really good day into sadness and disappointment. That is not something Ma'am is going to allow, and i'm going to be punished for being so thoughtless...
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<br />When i get to her house, she takes me by the wrist and walks me down the hall to her study. She tells me, in a very stern voice, to strip from the waist down, and i do. She tells me she has a few questions for me, and This is going to be how the interrogation goes in this house... She bends me over her desk and spreads my legs apart. She take my hands and puts them behind me, pinning them in the small of my back with her hand. With her other hand, she parts my cheeks and presses her finger against my anus. "Now, miss rayn. Can you please tell me why you didn't delete your ad until I called you out?" As she spoke, the pressure she was putting on my bottom with her finger was increasing. Her tone was so strict, i was so nervous, i was afraid nothing was going to come out of my mouth once i did try to speak. i know my face was on fire from the shame, but i did. i managed to open my mouth and squeak out an answer for her. "i-i didn't' even think about it, Ma'am. It didn't even cross my mind at this point to delete the ad." And once i finished my sentence, i felt her finger slid deep inside me. Instantly, i was Her's, and i knew it. There was no question of who's girl i was at that moment. She was serious, and she was Not Happy with me, but nonetheless, i was her's, and it was time she proved it to me.
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<br />She proceeded to lecture me, Scolded me...and with each point she made, she emphasized it by trying to go deeper inside me...which she couldn't, but the pressure of her trying almost lifted my feet off the ground. i felt an ache deep within my soul, and she had total control over me. She went on to tell me that i was going to be spanked, Hard! That i wouldn't soon forget to not be so careless and thoughtless after this lesson. i was concentrating on everything she said along with the pain she was inflicting inside me, knowing that this was only the beginning of my punishment.
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<br />After some time, she stands me back on my feet, her finger still inside me, and she walks me over to the corner and sticks my nose in and tells me to stand still and not to move until she calls for me. i said, "yes Ma'am." and then with one fast motion, she jerks her finger out of me and i hear her walk into the other room to prepare for the rest of my punishment...
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<br />i heard her come back into the room. She didn't say a word. i heard her take a seat across the room, and then the silence became very loud. i could feel her staring at me. i could just imagine what was going through her mind. She must be contemplating what else she's going to do to me.
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<br />After what seemed like an eternity (although it was only about ten minutes) she called me out of the corner and told me to come "Here," as she pointed to the spot in front of her where she was sitting on the couch. i did. i stood in front of her with my hands to my sides, head and eyes down, waiting for her next instruction. She started scolding me again...about how my actions ruined what should have been a perfect day for her. As she scolded, she casually reached between my legs and checked to see if i was wet. i was. i thought i saw a slight grimace on her face when she felt what she had done to me already, But before she pulled away, she gave my pussy a firm spank and told me i Better be paying attention to her. and i was!
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<br />That's about the time she pulled me across her lap and started telling me what a bad little girl i was, and how she was going to make me a sorry little girl now. i felt her leg swing across my calf as she took my one arm and put it behind me. my other hand was already blocked by her body, but i could tell by the hold she was getting on me, she was about to spank my ass seriously hard, and she was making sure i wasn't going to squirm and wiggle my way away from her punishment. Her intention was to make sure that this didn't happen again, and that i remembered to be more thoughtful when it came to her feelings, and it was also to make sure, if i had any doubts at all at this point, that i was, in Fact, HERS, and Hers alone.
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<br />The spanking started. It was her hand. A very fitting, personal, intimate spanking with her hand. She reiterated that NO ONE else is ALLOWED to Spank my ass or put anything in it except Her and my girlfriend...i was Hers now, and i Better Not Forget! She goes on to tell me how i Will behave, and i Will do as she says, and if i don't, i Will get more of this and even worse, and the spanking kept coming. i could feel her handprints all over my ass. It Hurt! my bottom was on Fire, and as much as i wanted to wiggle my way out of it, she had such a hold on me, i could barely even move. All i could do was lay there and take all of what she wanted to give to me. i was promising and apologizing and Begging her to please stop spanking me, but it just kept coming. my ass was so red that it was almost numb at this point. i was so very sorry for what i had done. And not just because i was getting spanked. my heart really was broken that i hurt her like i did. i didn't mean it. And it wasn't going to happen again.
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<br />She had stopped spanking me a few moments before i realized she had stopped. She let me stay across her lap and cry it out for a moment. And i know it may sound strange, but her letting me lay there like that brought a great comfort to me, and i knew i had paid the price for my unthoughtfulness. i also knew, undoubtedly, that i was Her girl, and that made us both very happy. She spanked me back to my good girl status, and all would be forgiven.
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<br />Thank you, Ma'am.
<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-83162703778108226852011-04-20T16:12:00.000-07:002011-04-20T16:15:53.241-07:00How to Explain...i am having a lot of trouble explaining this kink i have to my partner. How do you tell someone you want to be spanked? i mean...i already told her, and she's clear on that part. After i stumbled and blushed and tried to make any sense of what i was trying to communicate to her, she simply said, "So, you like to be spanked." <br /><br />Yes...i like to be spanked. <br /><br />That should be easy enough, but it's not. It's not just about being spanked...it's everything that goes along with submitting to someone in that way. It's the scolding, it's the power exchange, it's the control i want taken away from me... i don't want to just be Mindlessly spanked. i want there to be Reason's why i'm being spanked. i want there to be expectations placed upon me. i want structure, and accountability..and i don't want to have to ask for a spanking, Ever again. i want her to know, by my actions, when i'm begging for her discipline. <br /><br />It seems So easy to me and natural. But how do i take that ease and place it in the hands of someone who's never even heard of this lifestyle? How do i explain to a vanilla that seems so intrigued by this new world i'm trying to open up to her? <br /><br />i'm even having very strong Dominant thoughts about playing with her...maybe to show her what i want? i'm not sure why it's coming out that way because i am the submissive...and i have this very strong desire to turn her over my knee. That's Crazy!Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-15263360656110506462011-04-07T09:02:00.000-07:002011-04-07T09:11:38.562-07:00Agony...That's what i feel of late. Pure Agony! i have a crush, and she won't even look at me! i try to get closer to her without seeming so creepy, but i'm Failing...Miserably! i think i'm just gonna shut up now and leave her alone before she Totally gets rid of me. She's making me bleed!Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-37560243971586318472011-04-01T19:16:00.000-07:002011-04-01T19:18:22.184-07:00i got spanked today...i got spanked today. With the Jokari paddle! i know i deserved it. She said, "You need a Spanking! Go get your paddle." So, i did.<br /><br />She keeps it in my panties drawer so i will see it every morning as a reminder of what happens in this house when young women misbehave...<br /><br />When i returned with the paddle, she made me stand at the foot of my bed and told me to pull my shorts and panties down. "ALL the way, down...to your ankles, sly." So, i did.<br /><br />She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed forward until she had me bent over the bed, my bottom all exposed and vulnerable...<br /><br />"Crack!" went the first lick, and i about came off the bed! i couldn't believe how hard it was. Mommy was Mad! Then "Crack!" went the second lick, and i started to cry. i usually don't cry when i get spanked. By the third "CRACK!" She started scolding me. After that, i lost count. i was in another world. i could still hear the crisp sound of the wood against my bare skin, and my bottom was a blazing fire, but all that was to me in that moment was her tone as she transformed me back into the obedient young lady she expects me to be, "At All/Crack! Times/CRACK!"<br /><br />And my bottom is still hot. :)<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-41478336166688691332011-01-23T21:46:00.001-08:002011-01-23T21:59:45.047-08:00A Sunday...i was so good today...so, so good. i want nothing more than to crawl in her bed and cuddle up close to her. Impossible at the moment. i have so much to say, but can't seem to open my mouth. It's beyond words...i hear that clock ticking. It's deafening. Helpless. Distance. How. Why? ...Please! <br /><br />Life is cruel.Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-34935425019823824442011-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:002011-01-20T13:09:44.726-08:00The News...She told me last night...She's very, very sick. She said she won't be around much longer. She's in a world of sunshine and beauty...living her dream...living near the ocean...living out her life the way she's always wanted. i admire her courage to...Live. i'm not doing too well with knowing, but i'm glad i know. i at least understand things better now. It all makes perfect sense.<br /><br />but, i'm going to miss my friend...Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-24147854261577602282010-12-29T00:20:00.000-08:002010-12-29T00:22:44.195-08:00Christmas Eve...i got a little weepy on Christmas Eve thinking of Her. She was leaving...packed up in a U-Haul truck towing her car behind. i had not talked to her in several days. We had a falling out...and it was over. i had no intenions of ever speaking to her again, but she kept calling and leaving messages. In between my moments of anger of what had unfolded between us, i was beginning to feel what i, myself, had lost, so i put the anger aside and finally returned her call.<br /><br />She was already on I-85 headed south to make a new life. She cried. Told me she was sorry. Told me how much i meant to her. She talked of her future plans and was quiet happy with her decission to leave town. i was happy for her and wished her well. Told her i looked forward to the day i could forget and put the hurt behind me, but i just wasn't quite there yet. Trust was broken, and for me, that's Huge...<br /><br />There was a small part inside of me that was relieved that she was leaving town...relieved that she would just move on and forget about me. i know that may sound strange, but yes, i wanted her to forget me.<br /><br />The hurt started to creep back in...how one day, the Last day i spent with her, was such a special day for me and our relationship. Then, literally, the next day, it all came to an end. i was a little sad that i didn't rush out and find her just to give one last hug to her before she was gone forever, and i started to cry. i needed to. i needed to heal. Then i remembered that last day, and how wonderful it was. Sweet. Innocent. And with every bit of confidence that i had found my match. A bit of knowledge she would never even know...<br /><br />~Thursday, December 2, 2010<br /><br />A Perfect Day...<br /><br />It was all over the local news. A tornado hit around 3:30, Tuesday afternoon. i was driving home with it Directly over my head. i couldn't see a thing...Maybe 3 feet in front of me...nothing on the sides or behind me. Had my air conditioner on full blast to keep the windows from fogging up. i was wet from the run across the parking lot to my car, so i was also freezing my butt off trying to keep the windows clear. The cell phone was ringing, radio blasting, limbs falling, leaves being snatched horizontally from the wind, but my smile was huge. my adrenaline pumping. i didn't notice the danger around me in the least. i had spent the day with Her! i did her grocery shopping and errands while she stayed at home with her leg propped up from an injured knee, sick with fever and napping. i made her a gallon of tea for the fridge before i left, and i brought her lunch when i returned. i ran my fingers through her hair to help put her to sleep, and i helped get supper on the stove once she woke up. i even walked her dog so she didn't have to get out in all the cold mess of the day. i don't think she even realized how special the day was for me...just to DO something for Her! But it was. Very Special. A perfect day, in fact. And when i got home, news reports were on every channel about the tornado and all the damage. Seems i really was driving home right in the middle of it. The funnel touched down in a neighborhood two miles from the road i was on, at the time i was on it, but i didn't notice a thing...~<br /><br />And that's how i choose to remember Her and how it was.<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-35713993567790495612010-12-02T09:59:00.001-08:002010-12-02T10:16:48.748-08:00A Perfect Day...draft.It was all over the local news. A tornado hit around 3:30, Tuesday afternoon. i was driving home with it Directly over my head. i couldn't see a thing...Maybe 3 feet in front of me...nothing on the sides or behind me. Had my air conditioning on full blast to keep the windows from fogging up on me. i was wet from the run across the parking lot to my car, so i was also freezing my butt off trying to keep the windows clear. The cell phone was ringing, radio blasting, limbs falling, leaves being snatched vertically from the wind, but my smile was huge. my adrenaline pumping. i didn't notice the danger around me in the least. i had spent the day with Her! i did her grocery shopping and errands while she stayed at home with her leg propped up from an injured knee, sick with fever and napping. i made her a gallon of tea for the fridge before i left, and i brought her lunch when i returned. i ran my fingers through her hair to help put her to sleep, and i helped get dinner put on the stove once she woke up and ate lunch. i even walked her dog so she didn't have to get out in all the cold mess of the day. i don't think she even realized how special the day was for me...just to DO something for Her! But it was. Very Special. A perfect day, in fact. And when i got home, news reports were on every channel about the tornado and all the damage. Seems i really was driving home right in the middle of it. The funnel touched down in a neighborhood two miles from the road i was on, at the time i was on it, but i didn't notice a thing...Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-21228053235620564562010-11-22T18:12:00.000-08:002010-11-22T21:47:31.057-08:00How i know i'm Her's...She said, very calmly, "If you open your mouth about it, you Will be in trouble. Do you understand me, sly? You Will be in trouble..." And i was surprised at the impact her gentle tone had on me. She was very firm, yet so collected, with a tiny hint of "I dare you" all mixed into one. i didn't want her words to end. i wanted her to continue telling me what would happen if i choose to ignore her wishes. i found myself flirting with the idea of flat out defiance in the name of curiosity. Eager to meet with my Domme on that level, yet still so afraid... <br /><br />Crippled with desire, but anchored with patience, i feel i'm going mad at times. Just when i feel she's almost forgotten about our relationship, a single remark from her lips assures me i'm Her's. It's always unexpected, very casual, and natural. Our roots grow deep between us. Did i tell you i've known her forever? She's a childhood friend, from elementary school. i can't even say when or how i met her exactly, because she has just always been there. She remembers me at the skating rink. She said some guy ran over her arm with his skates and broke it after she fell, and i sat there with her until help came. Another time, she remembers them announcing couples skate, and she was all bummed out about not having anyone to skate with. She said me and Ellen (my Bestie!) grabbed her and another girl up and we all couple skated together, and she kissed me on the cheek. Sadly, i don't remember any of that! We Were children of the 70's, remember...<br /><br />But i do remember her in high school. She was Hot! Red hair, tight ass...Jordache comes to mind when i think back. We shared personal finance together. i made her laugh a lot, and we'd cut up the entire class. She would always smile at me when we passed in the hall way. She hung with the more popular crowd, but, like myself, she fit in with All the different high school clicks. i remember seeing her in the girl's bathroom a lot, skipping class and smoking. We were All smokers back then. Ellen still has her smoking permit that she forged her Mama's signature to. Her picture on it looks like she's 10 years old! It's funny looking back and seeing ourselves as babies...trying to be so grown up and cool. <br /><br />Sometimes it seems unreal to me that i've made such a vital connection with someone that was just so close to me for so many years. i'm weary, at times, of moving forward. Worried about what could happen...how things could turn. Very content in this unique relationship that's developing, i'm ready for more as well. i'm ready for Growth! i'm ready for change! i'm ready to jump into this great abyss and find what's at it's core. But tonight, i hold on to her warning me, in that soft, sexy voice of her's as it echos through my mind, "If you open your mouth about it, you Will be in trouble. Do you understand me, sly? You Will be in trouble..." <br /><br />And that's how i know i'm Her's.<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-41568020764068981192010-11-18T19:49:00.000-08:002010-11-18T20:06:55.963-08:00Thursday...Tuesday was not a good day for anyone here, but Wednesday made up for it all. i spent the day with my Mommy! She called me daughter! i baked her my grandmother's seven layer cookies. (i didn't have any...i was just showing off) And we a had few short discussions about discipline. She spoke to me about an issue that had come up, and what she expected out of me, what to do when it comes up again, and how i should handle it. i expect i will do as she says. i have seen that i really do Not want to displease her. So today, i was fueled to get more things accomplished around here. i have some extra chores to do since the Holiday is coming up. We have family coming over, so i have to get ready for them. i made the menu for Thanksgiving dinner and then wrote the grocery list of the items we need to pick up. i cleaned out the fish tanks and turtle tank, which was a CHORE, buddy! lemme tell ya! And i'm gonna clean out the fridge tomorrow. But it's bedtime now, so i can't write anymore tonight. Hope everyone has a really great Holiday this year!<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-54455448328882774622010-11-16T17:32:00.000-08:002010-11-16T17:33:49.227-08:00Today's Lesson...Don't Fuck with a red head!Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-60608991499944103032010-11-15T19:45:00.000-08:002010-11-15T21:04:38.982-08:00Monday night...Reflecting over the day, She told me i Was Her's! my smile grew bigger. She said she would know when to discipline me, and when she does, it will be like a Mother would punish her daughter. i just nodded and agreed and yes Ma'amed her. She was saying all the words i've been waiting to hear! i belong to Her now...Wow! <br /><br />Of course, once i came back to my senses from realizing my every dream was coming true right before my eyes, at that very moment, my very first instinct was to do something bad so i could get a spanking! i'm curious to how she will punish me. Will she use her hand, or a belt, or even a hairbrush or paddle? Will she make me pull my pants down, or will she pull them down for me? Maybe she won't take my clothes off at all? Maybe she won't even spank me at first. What if she makes me stand in the corner, or puts me on restriction, or Worst of All, Write Lines!!! i have not even let "lines" cross my lips in all the different discussions we've had. i hope it hasn't crossed her mind either! i don't know. i Want to know. i Want her attention! But why, oh WHY did i disobey So Soon? Do i have other submissive readers out there who might have the same reactions as i do? Any Dommes with insight? Any advice on how to stop from doing things like that? From a Top's point of view, it's quite rude, i'm sure...but it's something deep inside me that has no reasoning and just reacts. <br /><br />i asked her permission for something, and she said, "No." i didn't want her to say no, but it was the right decission. i was satisfied with the answer at the moment...but then about a half hour later, i wanted it again, and i just did it anyway, real fast so i wouldn't think about how Stupid i was being! i mean, that was just Stupid! Especially after our talks earlier. Am i Crazy?!<br /><br />But i'm not telling her. Unless she flat out asks. Usually, i would know better to confess. i was taught that over the years with my online Dommes/Mommys/Tops. But real life is different. Before, meeting online, everyone online was ready and prepared for "Play." Real life, there are all these other outside realities surrounding us, that if i confessed everything i fell short on, everyday, we'd never get anywhere. i don't think she wants me to confess...because when i do, it's almost like i'm Topping from the bottom...and she's recognized already that i'm a pro at that. i have to laugh about it too, because she see's it so clearly and won't let it happen. i actually am beginning to realize that my training already started weeks ago, and it's been a lesson in Topping from the bottom. Ah, YES! It's so clear to me now! Ha Ha! Touche, Ma'am! Well done! Lesson learned. :)<br /><br />Online, not telling her would be considered a lie of omission. Not telling her and acting like everything was okay was as bad a lieing. But real life, until she's ready to deal with me, i think i should just keep a mental note and not say anything until she asks...right?<br /><br />It's past my bedtime too. That's not on purpose. i am in bed, afterall...but i can't sleep because i'm supposed to spend the day with her tomorrow. As long as nothing comes up between now and then, that's my plan, so i can Not sleep! i feel like a little kid on Christmas Eve! *giggles*<br /><br />i LOVE MY DOMME!!!<br /><br />happily,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-56325221065138244682010-11-13T20:30:00.000-08:002010-11-13T21:01:12.622-08:00Saturday!As bad as yesterday was, today was as equally Fantastic! i couldn't handle another day like yesterday, so i threw myself into some much needed projects. There is nothing like extra weekend chores of yard work and weed pulling to help put things in perspective. i worked hard today. i cleared my summer garden and got the beds ready for our winter veggies (yes, i am Way late planing this year). i had a nice bonfire going and burned a little pine straw, and a Lot of weeds! i cleaned the turtle pond and did just a whole lot of general yard pick up as well. We had hot dogs for dinner, so i feel like barfing now. Those just aren't the same when you get older. And later on, after things settled down in the house, we went back out to the fire and did smores. Normally i'm not supposed to have sweets like that, but i kinda forgot to eat today while i was outside, so about supper time, my sugar was REally low, so in my mind, i could have whatever i wanted. <br /><br />i learned today that sometimes i'm too focused on getting punished, and i don't think much about the good girl treatment that i could be getting instead. i realized this when She told me what a good girl i was today and how proud of me she was. i mean, it was unexpected. i didn't even think i'd hear from her today. We both have a significant other, so we usually spend all our time with our families on the weekend. But today, i got a surprise call from her, and that made me Very Happy! So when she heard about all i had done today, her voice lit up, and i could tell she was genuinely proud of me...and that just felt REally, really good!<br /><br />Things are going well. Baby steps...goals...time...each day seems to fill another piece of the puzzle. i'm happy. :)<br /><br />love, <br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-32934069134032461382010-11-13T05:48:00.000-08:002010-11-13T05:49:08.027-08:00Friday.was a very bad day for me.Sly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-14401609055892033202010-11-11T19:18:00.000-08:002010-11-11T19:49:06.725-08:00A Long Day...Today was a challenge. She was having a bad day, and she's told me before, "You don't want to mess up on a good day, but heaven help you if you mess up when I am having a bad day..." So, i remembered that, and tried real hard to stay in good graces and be a good girl. It was REally hard staying on task. i really wanted that adrenaline rush i get when she gets serious and tells me specifically what to do. It is that rush that keeps me focused. So i was slow to get started, slow in getting things done. i did accomplish a few things, but not near as much as i should have. i feel a bit guilty for taking advantage of the situation by sluffing off when i should have been more productive. Tomorrow, i will be a better girl. Tomorrow will be more productive. Tonight, i will do as i was told, and i will be in bed by 11 pm! Sooo...g'night!<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-83551725626433939032010-11-08T21:16:00.000-08:002010-11-08T21:42:04.714-08:00Another Great Day...Today was another great day. It took a different turn than what was planned, but i'm easy to roll with the flow. i learned something important today. i don't think i will complain about not having anything to wear again for a long time. She said if i didn't stop fussing about it, she would strip me naked and stand me in front of the computer where we would review some recent photos together as she pointed out how i was dressed in each photo. <br /><br />*indignant look* <br /><br />Suddenly, i became very grateful of all my clothes and decided she was Right! i worried for awhile afterwords about how embarrassing that would have been, and then i got a warm and cuddly feeling inside when thinking of what a creative consequence that was for my Domme to come up with. It made me proud to be Her's! <br /><br />She got busy during the day, but she made sure i knew Exactly what i was to be doing while she was away. When she left, i felt that old familiar sting of being left alone...but this time it was different. And this time, it didn't make me feel like crawling into a shell when the silence set in. No...this time was different because i was expected to be doing my tasks while she was away. i had a goal to achieve, and i have a Mommy that would be very, Very disappointed if she'd have come home to find me daydreaming while the house needed so much attention. She said things are going to change around here. i believe Her! <br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-47426786636988224822010-11-05T08:40:00.000-07:002010-11-05T08:44:56.277-07:00A New Beginning!Today marks the start of a new journey with Her! i have a goal for the day. i have been given my instructions. my first tasks from Her! i'm just so excited, i had to write it down. i had to come tell someone. i also have to get started! *blushes* Oh, Wow...it feels really good to be on this road today. *SWOONS!*<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-73349882065884766642010-10-27T21:15:00.001-07:002010-10-27T21:33:09.476-07:00my Domme...i need a seriously, Sound, over the knee, hand spanking in the Most Serious way right now! i just Do! i need to be scolded, lectured, spanked, cornered and then spanked again! It's so hard...the waiting. She's not ready yet, but i am still in need... Should i ask her, or just savor the freedom i still have at the moment? i should wait and be patient. i have to! i should not try to rush her or push the situation. Let her see me in my "element" as she puts it, and then let her dominant personality come to life naturally and build our relationship from that point...<br /><br />But then i ache and become greedy and want what i want, now. And it's not like that. It's not my choice. i have to learn to be patient and find peace in the waiting. i know she's there. She's looking at me from afar... Contemplating... Wanting... Lusting... She needs me right now...even more than i need her, so i will wait, and serve her in my patients...my longing...my desire to be Her's. That is how i shall serve her at the moment. i will Wait...<br /><br />love,<br />~slySly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259130270349619668.post-33948718650993160982010-02-23T14:28:00.001-08:002010-02-23T14:30:39.602-08:00miss You, Mommy...and one from sly...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsG0AgsN4LU"></a><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsG0AgsN4LUSly Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08042616245603946842noreply@blogger.com0