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	TSR : Web boards : M/s D/s O&P : "Valentines Day" 1 2 Valentines Day (17) This post is on the M/s D/s O&P web board. 16 Feb 09, 5:15 PM property_of_MacCain 4 yrs Hesperus wrote: I agree with you, however her childhood built in a love for the holidays. I keep them as a special treat for my slave. Hesperus, i too was raised in a household that made a big deal over every little holiday... but in the MacCain house it is not about me. i understand other households do things differently. i'm glad to hear you and yours enjoyed the day. p i breathe because He allows me, indulging Him indulges me. 16 Feb 09, 6:49 PM EvaMaria US(CA), 3 yrs Having just returned last night from a very wonderful weekend of eating, dancing, gifting and general affection (Thank you, Christopher ) I will say that while society has some nasty conventions, it has some very good ones as well. True enough, we love each other in the every day and much of any "holiday spirit" can be reduced to dollars spent and compliance for its own sake. But that doesn't mean a person can't approach it from other ways. Personally, I'm for any occasion to celebrate what's good in my life - no matter whose idea it may have originally been. Something in the way of it being "better to light a candle than curse the darkness", I guess. Welcome to you, and I hope you enjoyed your day, too! Camille 19 Feb 09, 5:38 PM 599-992-073 US, 3 yrs Camille wrote: Having just returned last night from a very wonderful weekend of eating, dancing, gifting and general affection (Thank you, Christopher ) I will say that while society has some nasty conventions, it has some very good ones as well. True enough, we love each other in the every day and much of any "holiday spirit" can be reduced to dollars spent and compliance for its own sake. But that doesn't mean a person can't approach it from other ways. Personally, I'm for any occasion to celebrate what's good in my life - no matter whose idea it may have originally been. Something in the way of it being "better to light a candle than curse the darkness", I guess. Welcome to you, and I hope you enjoyed your day, too! Camille Posted with Masters Permission Thank you for saying it much better than i could. Camille you have inspired me to try to say it again, better. i guess i think it is important for people to celebrate together what should bind us as humans, our love for each other. baby slave 19 Feb 09, 5:52 PM anjuli UK, 4 yrs 599-992-073 wrote: Camille wrote: Having just returned last night from a very wonderful weekend of eating, dancing, gifting and general affection (Thank you, Christopher ) I will say that while society has some nasty conventions, it has some very good ones as well. True enough, we love each other in the every day and much of any "holiday spirit" can be reduced to dollars spent and compliance for its own sake. But that doesn't mean a person can't approach it from other ways. Personally, I'm for any occasion to celebrate what's good in my life - no matter whose idea it may have originally been. Something in the way of it being "better to light a candle than curse the darkness", I guess. Welcome to you, and I hope you enjoyed your day, too! Camille Posted with Masters Permission Thank you for saying it much better than i could. Camille you have inspired me to try to say it again, better. i guess i think it is important for people to celebrate together what should bind us as humans, our love for each other. baby slave Glad you're both so happy and loved up! Like I said, it's what works for you. A short while ago I got a call to say J wanted to take me out for dinner to our favourite and very romantic little restaurant. We spent the entire afternoon getting ready and he took great delight in dressing me in chosen finery. We often get asked if we're celebrating something - I think people think we're newly-weds! <laughs> We had a snuggly weekend and followed a winter walk with lunch at the pub while you were valentining. It was lovely curled up in front of a log fire I promise. The fact that we do things when the spirit moves us rather than on 'valentines day' and that we spend money on things other than cards makes me happy and clearly suits J... and p and McCain too apparently for that matter. Don't worry that others who don't comply with the calendar dates aren't all loved up too! <grins> Good to hear everyone had a good time. anjuli *** The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination, as are intelligence and necessity when unblunted by formal education. *** Maya Angelou *** 19 Feb 09, 8:03 PM EvaMaria US(CA), 3 yrs Anjuli wrote: We had a snuggly weekend and followed a winter walk with lunch at the pub while you were valentining. It was lovely curled up in front of a log fire I promise. The fact that we do things when the spirit moves us rather than on 'valentines day' and that we spend money on things other than cards makes me happy and clearly suits J... and p and McCain too apparently for that matter. Don't worry that others who don't comply with the calendar dates aren't all loved up too! <grins> Well, I do believe this because C and I enjoy these ways, too. My post was only to tell of the positive aspects and why we enjoy celebrating the traditions of Valentine's day. Camille 19 Feb 09, 8:16 PM Hisjoy US, 4 yrs Generally valentine's Day is regarded with disdain and a curled lip of disgust...i mean, really, should not every day spent with a significant other be a celebration, why the need for a special day (Well, its really the fault of Hallmark Co, but i wont get into that right now) ANyhoo, i personally have never celebrated the "holiday" (unless you count baskets of candy and endearments from my mommy while i was growing up) until this year; the events i will share with you at the request of Master Oliver....... It started with a bouquet of roses, the vase knotted with rope, a single word written upon a card, and simple instructions....i was to leave my new red heels in front of my house and come to the park down the street from my house at the time that was specified. i took a long bath, preparing for the night and when it was time, i put on my jogging shoes and left the house...my heart quickened when i saw that the heels i had set out only an hour before were gone, He was out there somewhere, and it was only a matter of time before He would find me... ...it was a chilly night, the wind blew fiercely through the trees and bushes, but i slowly warmed as i made my way down to the soccer park a mere .5 miles from my house. As i circled around the track i could feel a presence near...off in the distance i saw a dark figure moving in the shadows and my heart felt like it skipped a beat...i quickened my pace and passed where i thought i had seen this shadow...i heard a rustle in the bushes and looked back to see this shadow sprint toward me...i broke into a run, but was not quick enough and was tackled to the ground...my arms were forced behind my back and held high, my face shoved into the damp grass...i breathed in heavily the rich earthy smell and my hands were duct taped behind my back...i tried desperately to wriggle away, push Him off of me, i nipped at his knees, calves, arms, trying to secure His flesh in my teeth, but at no avail. i was hauled to my feet and shoved towards His car, which was idling quietly nearby...i did everything i could to hinder the inevitable arrival at the car; running in the opposite direction, going dead-wieght and just dropping to the ground, but He just picked me up and threw me over His shoulder...opened the trunk, and threw me in with a sarcastic quip about "Buckling up". The engine started, and the trunk was illuminated by the brake lights...i screamed for Him to let me out, and beat at the inside of the trunk with my feet...He turned on Depeche Mode "Shout" to drowned out my yells....time passes differently on the road when you are locked in a trunk...no landmarks, to road signs to tell how many more miles are left...just the dull buzz of the tires on the asphalt, and the occasional bump in the road... After who-knows-how-long the car is stopped, and the engine is turned off....the trunk opens, a light shone in my eyes, keeping me from seeing who it was that had captured me. A hand reaches in and secures itself in my hair, pulling me, head first, from the confines of my temporary prison. i am pushed near the door, and forced inside and down on the floor, prostrated on the carpet. Before a blindfold is secured around my eyes, i am pulled to my feet and told to look around, do i recognize the house? It is Master Oliver's house....a place i have not visited since October when we parted and went our separate ways...i was informed that just as i was at His house, so He was at mine, and we were about to suffer the same fate. The man said he needed a word from me...the name that Mr. Oliver called me...the name, and i could go free. i could go free, but He would die. i was lead to a room, forced to my knees and the blindfold was lifted, only for a second, to show me all the implements that were laid out for use later on my body; flogs, canes, ropes, needles, razor blades, clothespins, paddles...and then i was plunged back into darkness. Over the course of the next 2 hours my body was cossetted with rope, decorated with clothespins which were threaded with string and zipper-tied off my body, flogged, prodded with needles, slices by razors, traced over with the tip of a knife and invaded with all sorts of implements and objects, including my captors cock and fingers....all the while, a single question posed, "What is the name that He called you" Through it all, i held my tongue, even attempted to decieve with false names...which resulted in further abuse. Seeing that i would not give in to torture, the man decided to resort to a different method of pursuation...instead of hurting me, he pleasured me...and denied the sweet release until i gave up the first letter of the name....i held on for as long as i could, but i could feel my body start to tiingle in the pre-orgasm throes and i screamed "J" as my body convulsed and spasmed in pleasure....but afterwards i felt ashamed...ashamed that i could not hold out just a little while longer, that i could not control my body enough to deny it simple pleasure...but mostly, that i could not even hold out for Mr. Oliver... He came back, and was pleased to see that i did not lie to him this time...now it was time for the second letter. i was determined not to let it slip...i would bite off my tounge before i let the next letter escape my lips...unfortunatly, my resolve was not a strong as his desire to obtain this letter....and again, i exploded and shouted "o"...and again was left alone with my shame as he went to go check if i had been lying or not...in the other room i hear a commotion, and a loud thud and then someone rushes into the room. "Joy..." i hear Him say. the blindfold is lifted from my eyes and i see Him above me...my rescuer, my savior, my Master...i smile wearily and we come together and celebrate our re-union...i took comfort in Him, and i fell asleep cradled in His arms... by far the BEST valentine's Day i have ever had...it was the first scene we have done together, and i look forward to experiencing many more... :: Quod me nutrit, me destruit :: 19 Feb 09, 11:59 PM SeanT70 9 yrs Whilst Phay could have any day any way she'd like, we agreed on having Valentine's Day a wholly 'nilla affair - like the first one before changing to an M/s lifestyle. We also agreed (after the first year), that we wouldn't involve ourselves in the commercialism of it all - so no gifts or cards or wrappings or tags, etc. This year, we decided on having a few drinks at one of our local pubs, sharing in a bottle of wine and box of chocs deal that was on offer from Sainsburys (dunno if ya saw the £10 one, people?), and for dinner, Phay's favourite takeaway of choice - Indian food whilst watching a film on TV, snuggled up on the couch. In any case, even if we 'did' celebrate the day for what it is, I wouldn't be able to find a card or such with what I'd be looking for to say, or how I wanted it to look (in the main because they're not available), so I'd end up making the thing myself. Amongst other things, we're in the middle of redefining how things work around here, hence my not having been around that much, but it's creative things like that which give me something to do when I run out of the many other things I have to keep me busy. As a slight side, I always find it funny when I feel a huuuge lack of pressure (and I know Phay does too, not least because of her status), in the knowledge that I haven't got to get caught up in the rat-race of buying that last minute gift that people have to wrack their brains for. In terms of Phay's status, but not talking about Valentine's Day obviously, it's fair to say that all other 'special days' are celebrated as she sees fit, with perhaps some suggestions of what we might do on a given day. She does, however take any such suggestion under advisement. Lovingly Owned by ~Miss Phay~