Good news!

It seems that Google have had a change of heart concerning their recent announcement.  I have found the following statement on their Blogger Forum:

"Hello everyone, 

This week, we announced a change to Blogger’s porn policy. We’ve had a ton of feedback, in particular about the introduction of a retroactive change (some people have had accounts for 10+ years), but also about the negative impact on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities. So rather than implement this change, we’ve decided to step up enforcement around our existing policy prohibiting commercial porn.  

Blog owners should continue to mark any blogs containing sexually explicit content as “adult” so that they can be placed behind an “adult content” warning page.

Bloggers whose content is consistent with this and other policies do not need to make any changes to their blogs.

Thank you for your continued feedback.  

The Blogger Team"

So there you go.  I can now safely put my photos back and continue to post them too.  I am one very happy Lady now that someone has seen sense.

Blogger changes

This is just a quick post to let you all know that Blogger will be changing some of its T&C's namely relating to sexually explicit photos, images and videos.  Unless they are for educational or scientific purposes, any blog that contains such images will be classed as "private".  This means you won't be able to read them as they will no longer be classed as public.  The only way to comply is to remove these images before the deadline set during March 2015.  I received an email warning of this as my blog is deemed to contain such images.

I don't post many photos on my blog so it's been easy for me to remove them and slightly amend any postings that refer to a photo so it doesn't read oddly.  I don't know if this image policy extends to my profile photo so I may have to change this to something less provocative (against my better wishes).  Hopefully I have now satisfied the new T&C's and won't find my blog suddenly blocked to everyone except myself.

Obviously this will affect lots of blogs that, like mine, are an intrinsic part of the BDSM world.  I do understand why Blogger is bringing about this change, however it does feel like censorship.  But that's a whole other debate that I don't want to get into right now.  My main priority is to maintain the blog and keep it in the public domain so all my followers can read it without prejudice.

So I hope that despite this, you will continue to support this blog and the many others here.  As without you, our readers, there wouldn't be much reason to post!

Lady X

The alternative Valentine

Tomorrow is St Valentine's Day when, if so inclined, one sends a card to their loved one to profess their undying love.  At school, kids may send the quintessential anonymous card to a girl or boy that they fancy.  My hussy and I exchange Valentine cards and mine is waiting here on the shelf in a bright red envelope.  Hers is sitting on her shelf awaiting the same fate tomorrow morning.  For personal reasons, we won't be together tomorrow though she will be travelling across the country on Monday to stay with me next week.

What I wanted to share was an alternative Valentine known here in my particular county as "Jack".  He is also known as "Old Father Valentine" or "Old Mother Valentine".  In Victorian times, the county's lovers went to great lengths to anonymously swap parcels on February 13. Back then more money was often spent on valentine’s gifts than Christmas presents.  It was customary to send a gift to your sweetheart. In other parts of Britain, a solitary love letter or card would do.  Across the county, Valentine’s Eve was as eagerly anticipated as Christmas Eve and it was very good humoured. People would fill a bag with love tokens to give away. They would bump into friends in the street and share jokes along the way. When they arrived at the home of their lover, they would knock on the door, leave a present and run off before they were seen.  Hopefully, the valentine would be out and you would return home to find your own doorstep covered with parcels.

Jack Valentine can metamorphose into Old Father Valentine, or Old Mother Valentine, knocking on the door and leaving presents on the step to be collected by the expectant child. In a cruel variation on the theme, another and somewhat darker character appears at times, Snatch Valentine.  There is a knock at the door; child opens door; a package sits on the step; child reaches for it and the string attached to it is yanked hard.  The present disappears behind whatever cover is to hand. This continues several times, and the child, who has been warned of dire consequences if he or she should follow the present, becomes more and more agitated, until finally the string is not pulled, and the present sits safely in the youngster's hands.

In the 1800s, children would set out before dawn to sing rhymes in exchange for sweets, cakes and pennies. One favourite local verse was:
Good morrow, Valentine,
God bless the baker,
You'll be the giver,
And I'll be the taker.
Once it was light, their requests could be turned down because they were said to be sunburnt.

So however you choose to celebrate St Valentine's Day, I wish you a day to remember.  And maybe you might just get a knock at the door...

Testing times...

Since our reunion at New Year, I have restarted the setting of tasks.  I found that this was important for when we’re apart.  It helps to reinforce my status as dominant over my hussy.  So I decided that I needed to impose them again.  They’re not always difficult, in fact most are quite simple.  They’re merely a way of connecting to each other across the miles.  I trust her to do them and I trust that she will be honest with me if she can’t fulfil them for some reason.  If she fails or something goes wrong and there either isn’t a valid reason or she tries to hide it, then I ensure she is punished.  Initially the punishment is something I can make her do via a chat on Skype, so the real punishment awaits her when we’re next together.

The first task I set was very simple.  She often does her food shop on a Saturday with one of her friends.  I text an instruction for her to remove her underwear in the supermarket toilet (or rest room for our American cousins), redress and then complete her shopping.  In the past, my hussy has felt very connected to me as her pussy is rubbing in her jeans reminding her of my dominance.  And so the same happened again on this occasion though she felt a little embarrassed as she was doing this while shopping with a friend (who has no idea about this side of her life).  There was also a second part to this.  My hussy had to purchase a new razor, waxing strips and shaving foam for one specific use – her pussy.  But another set of instructions would link to this later.

I instructed my hussy to email me about her shopping trip and how it felt.  This is a snippet of that email “I had forgotten what jeans felt like without underwear.  The fabric is a little rough and the seams are always thicker so can be felt more as they rub against you, feeling lightly arousing.  I felt guilty using the trip with L in this way.  For the next hour of our food shop, every step reminded me of You, which was exciting.  I had to be careful at the checkouts that no one could see my panties in my handbag, there wasn't anywhere to hide them and being pale grey, they weren't blending in.”
Another week, I set my hussy a project to research the different types of pussy styles and present them to me complete with pictures or images showing the different styles.  She could tell me what her two preferred styles were but I would have the final say in the matter.  My hussy had a deadline to meet (something she has traditionally had problems with in the past).  I was pleased that her project arrived before the deadline complete with pictures.  Her preferences were for the Landing Strip aka Brazilian and Short Cut.

Last week I emailed my hussy with my decision about what her pussy will look like.  I have decided on the Landing Strip as I felt it looks neat (which my hussy also liked) and was relatively easy to maintain.  My hussy has 2 weeks to perfect the style so when she visits later this month, I can inspect her and smile.

Setting the tasks helps to keep the connection between us and acts as a reminder to my hussy of who her Lady is.  Tasks don’t have to be difficult.  In fact the simple ones are often the hardest to get right.  I admit I am finicky.  I like things just so.  I set out my instructions clearly so (hopefully) there won’t be any chance of misinterpreting them.  Yes, there is a certain element of trust especially if you set the task “wear your butt plug for one hour a day” as sending proof might be difficult.  But that trust has developed over time and I trust that my hussy will do what I ask and if there are any problems, she will tell me immediately.

I am now looking forward to my first inspection of my delicious hussy and her new landing strip…