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" It's Crawling with Idiot ..."

Following the euphoria around London winning the 2012 Olympics yesterday, the city awoke today to bleak harsh reminder of the evil in the world.

I got up late and caught a train to Charing Cross. Another day ahead at work, another commuter train journey. Nothing unusual - some people snoozed, some read newspapers, some chatted and laughed and others like me, plugged in our IPods and chilled ... "Teatro, puro teatro ..."

I left the train at Charing Cross, and walked down to Embankment - catch a Circle Line and I'll be at my desk in 15 minutes. I entered the Station and went down to the Circle Line platform. Packed, as usual, I switched off my IPod to catch any announcements.

"This is a security announcement. Due to a security alert in the City, the whole underground network is currently not operating"

Shit - that sounds bad, very bad. For those of you who don't know the Tube, security alerts are a regular occurence - people forget bags all the time, and the usually result is a closed station. Something on this scale must be very big.

The next announcement requested all passengers leave the station and use buses. As I left Embankment, another announcement said " Due to a power failure...." I then realised London Underground didn't really know what was happening either. I walked outside and firstly rang Kitten. She checked the BBC and Transport for London site - neither had anything ... yet. I then called work and said I may be going home if things don't improve.

I walked back to Embankment and asked a Station attendant what the latest was ... his reply was honest, though scary ... "The Police are basically searching for bombs at most stations..." Sod this for a lark, I thought, I'm getting the hell outta Dodge as they say in Cali. I then walked back to Charing Cross and waited for a train home. I called into work, but the line was busy and I left a message saying I'm going home, so I called Kitten who had started to pick up news as it filtered through. Initially it was four explosions, then six, then three buses were apparently blown up. Clever, vicious but clever - when the Tube goes down, commuters are always told to take the buses.

As I waited for a train, they announced the whole Tube and bus network was out of service. If you know London, and the size of it, that happening means London is crippled. I tried to ring Kitten but guess what - the mobile network was overloaded.

I caught a train home and Kitten's arms.

Having lived through the IRA campaigns of the 70's and 80's, this makes you realised how things have changed. Whatever your standpoint, the IRA were fighting for a tangible entity - the removal of British Troops and the re-unification of Ireland. They usually gave warnings (though people still tragically died), and they left the bomb and scarpered. This latest terror threat is entirely different and on a more sinister, unpredictable scale. Firstly, we have a conflict of ideaology - something that has no tangible entity, and no boundaries. We also face the prospect of people who have no respect for human life, including their own (though how they can claim to be adherents of Islam, which values human life above all else, I don't know).

As the news unfolds, we now know at least 37 people have lost their lives, and over 700 are injured, a large amount critically.

All our thoughts are with them and their relatives at this shocking time.

“The darkest hour is right before the dawn…”

The last twelve months have been unbelievably stressful, but will hopefully soon be reaching a conclusion. In that time, I have had the wholehearted and unbending support and love of my wife, who, despite having her own tribulations to deal with, has been a rock in stormy waters. We have had some (many) dark times when it seemed that everything was stacked against us, and outside forces were trying to undermine and destroy us – things that would have killed off a lesser relationship – but her positivity and her generous, loving heart has saved us and pulled us through.

I do not regret for an instant meeting her, or anything we have done since we met … her openness and curiosity has led to so many new experiences and revelations for me. Old “friends” may have gone (strange isn’t it how you think you know people, but they suddenly turn to shadows ... did I really look out for you all those times?) and I imagine a few, out of curiosity or voyeurism have read this blog, but they have been replaced with real friends, like Dave, Am, Jimmy, James, Kevin, and my in-laws (Bless them all).

I’m proud to be with her, to be part of her life, and to share my life with hers. Here’s to the rest of our lives together.

A statement

Stalk (verb) 1. to pursue or approach stealthily, harass or persecute with unwanted and obsessive attention. To move silently or threateningly through.

- DERIVIATIVES Stalker (noun)

The Law against Stalking
The main Statute which makes stalking and harassment illegal is The Protection from Harassment Act 1997, but there are a number of other acts which prevent specific forms of harassment, such as silent or abusive telephone calls and malicious mail. There are laws against particular acts such as assault, rape, silent or abusive telephone calls, 'poison pen letters' and the making of defamatory statements.
The Protection from Harassment Act 1997 ('the 1997 Act') creates 2 criminal offences: Section 2 makes it an offence to harass a person; Section 4 makes it an offence to put a person in fear of violence. In addition, the Act creates a civil 'tort' (i.e. wrong) which a victim can use to sue the stalker for an injunction and/or damages.
The 1997 Act does not use the word 'stalking' nor does it really define harassment. It simply makes it unlawful to 'pursue a course of conduct which amounts to harassment of another and which the defendant knows or ought to know amounts to harassment of another' (section 1(1)). Section 1(2) says that a person ought to know that a course of conduct amounts to harassment if a reasonable person in possession of the same information would think that it amounted to harassment.

Spellbound, spellbound ...

Kitten and I went into Town today, and bought a very interesting book - "Look Into My Eyes" by Peter Masters.

It's a book on hypnosis and how to use this in your sex life.

After reading through the main part of the book and discussing the implications of hypnosis, we agreed to give the basic exercises a go. Kitten has been hypnotised before, in a therapeutic way, so she is used to being placed in a trance and doesn't freak out at the prospect. It also helps that we have total trust in each other - the core of a successful and respectful BDSM relationship.

So - on with the show.

After talking through what I was going to do, we sat and relaxed in the living room with a single candle at eye level across the room from where we were sitting.

I slowly talked Kitten into focussing on the candle and relaxing - letting the tension slip out of her body, and clearing her mind of all thoughts apart from listening to my voice. Once I felt she was in a trance, I carried out a few simple tests, which she obeyed, and then woke her slowly - telling her to remember all we had discussed and all I had asked her to do.

It all went perfectly - apart from my verbosity. I was talking too much instead of slowly letting my instructions take effect, but Kitten slipped into a trance and felt controlled to do the tests.

Check her blog for her thoughts ...!!!

This all bodes well for an exploration of further fantasies and deeper exploration of our subconcious.

Oh and the quote from Siouxsie and the Banshees?

Kitten bought me the "Best of" CD and transferred it all to my iPod .... memories of the late 70's come flooding back....

"... meanwhile, life goes on all around you ... "

"Life is ever changing ... yet remains unchanged" as Monty Python once said.

Kiiten and I went North to visit my parents - my Dad is ill, and an operation is the best option to cure a lot of his problems.

We took the trip also as a chance to drive around and see some places we love and take some pictures. The North always seems to chill us out, and we both remarked that we seem to be deeper in love when we drive back South. South - where we come to the unchanged bit, as the flat sale creeps onwards towards completion ... soon (fingers, toes, ears, eyes all crossed).

The D/s DD parts of our lives have taken a bit of a knock recently, as I've been overwhelmed at work and Kitten has been working late shifts and weekends. It's been real hard work getting out of bed in the morning (fortunately the sex side is still strong - that accounts for the hard work getting out of bed at 7:00 a.m.!)

However - things bucked up today as we met Dave & Am and went to the London Fetish Fair. I wanted to buy a new crop (that's two I've broken so far), and Dave recommended Rattan as a good addition to our collection (Am had her reservations ...).

We ended up getting two crops, a rattan cane and a lovely varnished wooden paddle.


Sitting in the sun in the courtyard afterwards with a drink, was a very civilised end to the proceedings.

The evening promises a test drive or two and a re-ignition of the old flames ...

Turning over a new leaf ....

Bliatz very kindly laid down the gauntlet (if a gauntlet CAN be kindly laid down ...) in the game of book tag.

In response, my answers are as follows;

1. No of books I've owned? - I've lost count, but I've been buying (and losing) books for years, so I must have owned a few thousand.

2. The last book I bought? 'A Rebours' (Against Nature) by JK Huysmanns. I first bought this when I was a student and then either lost it or gave it away. It was the “Yellow Book” referred to in the trial of Oscar Wilde, and the nail in the coffin of Romanticism. Huysmanns was a follower of Zola, but the two fell out big time when this was published. An inspiration for exploring the intellectual over the physical. From this initial standpoint of anti-religion, Huysmann's following books lead him to convert to Catholicism later in life.

3. The last book I read? See 2, but as that's a bit of a cop out, the one before that was “The Golem” by Gustave Meyrink. This is an amazing, mystical, psychological novel based on the Jewish legend of the Golem - a creature made of clay and brought to life to work in the Synagogue on the Sabbath, which then escapes and wreaks havoc. The book stunningly captures life in the Prague ghetto at the turn of the 19th/20th centuries, and the effects magic can have upon susceptable minds.

4. The Five books that mean something to me (sorry I thought of six..)? Like with music, I can think of five books each day that mean something to me depending on the weather and my mood, ranging from Ross MacDonald to Robert Louis Stevenson, and from Jonathon Swift to Dr Seuss… Today's choice would be (not in any priority);

Book One
The Naked Lunch by William Burroughs. I read this at school and it was such a revelation as I was living in a rural community far from any big city and the shenanigans that Burroughs and the Beats got up to. Opened up the “Doors of Perception”. (Burroughs also created Steely Dan - a particular menacing sexual appliance whose name was nicked by the band).

Book Two
Long John Silver by Bjorn Larson. Larson is a Swedish writer who created this “autobiography” of the anti-hero of Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. An amazing, crazy ride through the life of a bad man (who you can't help but admire) whose motto is self survival at all costs, and has lots of sticking it to pompous authority figures along the way.

Book Three
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. Burgess is one of the greatest English writers, but somehow is overlooked - he would say because he was a “common” man of Irish descent … and a Northerner. This exploration of disaffected youth with their own language, clothes and code of ethics was prescient to say the least … and Echo and the Bunnymen used Korova (the name of the Milk Bar where the gang meets) as the name for their record label. Burgess tapped into his experiences as an Army intelligence officer for the “reconstruction of Alex" scenes. Still reads like a tolchock in the yarbles.

Book Four
Pincher Martin by William Golding. I love all of Golding's book, and most people must know “Lord of the Flies”. This is an apparently straightforward tale of one man who is lost overboard from a ship in the North Atlantic during the Second World War. He washes up on a rock and the novel charts his efforts at survival. However, this is no “Castaway”, and the ending hits like a blow to the solar plexus. It seriously has you questioning what you've just read.

Book Five
Moby Dick by Herman Melville. This has so many levels - adventure story, thriller, psychological study, a textbook history and study of whaling in North America … and a big angry white whale to boot. What more could you ask for in one book? And we all know how Moby got his name. Just “Call me Ishmael…”

Book Six
The Man who was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton. I read this first as a kid and to my mind it's one of the cleverest, funniest, wittiest books ever. It still makes me chuckle at the antics of the anarchists and poets as they battle each other and finally get to meet “The Man”. The chase sequence must have been written whilst on something, and HAS to have been an influence on Dadaism and Surrealism …

5. Tag Five People... actually it looks like everyone I would have tagged has already been done apart from Zach, so here goes...


Zach

Get thee behind me .....

Kitten knelt patiently on the bed.

“We’ll begin with a few warm up’s ….”
“Yes Master …”

I started to hand spank her, slowly building up in force and by the twentieth stroke on each cheek, her body was rocking in time. After administering the initial punishment, I moved up a notch.

“Now it’s time for the paddle…”

I began by tapping the paddle on Kitten’s butt, and then got into a regular rhythm. Moving from left to right and increasing the power on each stroke, I was working hard on her ass – and she was sighing and moaning in appreciation. The final ten strokes on each cheek were very hard, and cracked like small arms fire echoing off the walls. Her ass was glowing red.

“Now for a little treat kitten – don’t move, stay in this position…”

I leant over and grabbed the lube. I rolled a condom onto my stiff cock and told kitten to lube up my cock….

She sat up and smiled before squeezing the lube onto my cock and her hands, and smearing it over my shaft.

Now was the time to reveal the treat I had in store for her…

“Return to your position, Kitten… it’s time for your ass to be fucked…”

She scooted over onto all fours and pressed her face into the duvet. I took up my position behind her and grasped her ass cheeks, parting them with my thumbs and resting the head of my cock at the entrance to her asshole.

I slowly pushed and after a couple of gentle thrusts, she relaxed and my cock slowly entered her. It felt soft and warm and tight, and I gradually pushed further and further in.

Kitten was moaning softly, and, as I began to fuck her in earnest, she softly cried out…

“ Master….”

“Yes?, How does that feel Kitten… ?, How does it feel as your Master takes you up the ass…?”

“Fantastic, Master …” she sighed, “I feel owned…”

I continued, and my regular thrusts became harder and faster, and I looked down to see my glistening cock pumping in and out.

My balls began to contract and I felt an electrifying sensation flood my loins as I pumped my hot cum into her …