Stiletto Diaries

I don’t even know what to say about these.  I really just wonder why????  Also, how do they pee?

I often read horoscopes and other aspects of astrology for entertainment and amusement.  Although I don’t often put a lot of stock in such things, I think it’s because until now I hadn’t been able to relate much to my sign the way it’s been written about elsewhere.  Today I tripped over a description that made me say “That’s sooooo accurate!” over at Astro.Com (which Nia pointed me to the other day).

Virgo readers, I think you’re going to like this as much as I did

That ubiquitous newspaper portrait of the tidy Virgo soul with a perfectly balanced bank account and an immaculate bathroom no doubt sends you into fits of cynical laughter. Virgos are generally sadly misinterpreted, and understandably you can get pretty irritated about it, especially if you’re the sort of Virgo who is untidy, chaotic and not in the least concerned about whether you arrive at one minute before eight or one minute after.

Discrimination is a Virgo characteristic. So is subtlety of thinking. Black and white perceptions imply a simple universe, and to you the universe is rarely simple. It’s more like a huge, boundless jigsaw puzzle, and it can drive you crazy if you’re missing a piece or if there isn’t a picture on the top of the box showing you how the puzzle should look when it’s finished.

But perfectionism - something of which you are often accused - isn’t the same as discrimination. To be a perfectionist you have to be idealistic, and Virgo is probably the most realistic sign of the zodiac. You harbour no impossible vision of a perfect utopian world, or even a perfect utopian bathroom. You know your strengths and weaknesses, and you don’t indulge in either arrogance or false modesty. You use what comes to hand to create order in your world, and order is at the top of your list of priorities - whether it’s order in the material environment, in the realm of ideas, or in mind and body.

Virgos are the great synthesisers of the zodiac. Both your problems and your gifts spring from this deep urge to bring things together, to connect knowledge and experience to form a comprehensible whole. With Mercury, god of intelligence and communication, ruling this sign, naturally you love acquiring knowledge, especially if it’s useful. And “useful”, like “order”, is another important word for Virgo. If something can’t be used, you’ll discard it with a ruthlessness that can terrify more sentimental signs. Sometimes Virgos throw out romance because it isn’t useful.

You’re capable of being quite cynical, and you know perfectly well that one has to be clever to survive. If you’re going to do something, you’ll do it well, from both pride of craftsmanship and a good marketing sense. Idealistic perfection? Hardly. Yet despite this apparent toughness, the impulse to be of service runs strong in you.

Virgos need to feel needed and useful. There’s not a lot of ambition in this sign, and your tendency to look for more and more pieces to complete the great jigsaw puzzle of life takes away any propensity for the kind of obsessiveness needed to claw your way ambitiously to the top of the heap. You’d make an excellent advisor or counsellor to those silly enough to have grabbed the throne and subjected themselves to all that trouble. Your work is the thing you let people know first about you, not your secret self. With Virgos, not all the goods are visible in the shop window.

You don’t like showing your hand until you know where you stand. You’re a student and observer of life rather than a gambler or an entrepreneur. With all that self-containment, naturally the emotional realm can be the trickiest piece of the puzzle. Emotions aren’t orderly, and they make you feel vulnerable. All those rituals you love so much are a means of keeping the “dark forces” of your own powerful feelings at bay. Deep within you there’s a huge reservoir of sensitivity, romanticism and imaginative vision. Show it? Never. Your apparent coolness and insistence on privacy are a way of protecting yourself against an intolerable sensitivity. All that emphasis on practical reality helps you escape the mystic in your own soul.

You can be detached and even brusque in manner, and no one will ever catch you offering your last pennies to a drunk on the street. More likely you’ll deliver a stern lecture about self-help. But this is because you’re too acutely, compassionately aware of the human flotsam of life.

Planning for the future can be an obsession with you, because your realism makes it hard for you to trust in life. Yet when you feel secure, you can be the kindest, most gentle and generous of souls, giving freely of your time and skills. You’re a complex creature, with many masks and disguises. You’ve learned your lessons early. But then, it’s only realistic.

I got this sweet little ceramic teapot as part of a set at a Dollar Store.  It came with four small Japanese tea cups, all in the pretty mossy green color with brown trim.  The teapot itself is not at all well designed for tea, due to the angle of the spout.  The tea pours out of the lid opening before it even gets out the spout, and thus this beautiful pot is part of a display on my bookcases, which is much more practical.

I hope that all the lovely mothers, mums-to-be, and dare I say, grandmothers, who read this blog had a wonderful Mother’s Day Weekend.

My weekend was both fabulous and tragic all at the same time.  Friday night Jack and I filled up our enormous bathtub, lit some candles, cracked open a bottle of 2006 Jackson Triggs Reisling, and turned on the jets for a nice long bath together.  We had a really good conversation while we soaked in the hot water and got thoroughly relaxed.  You know, the more people I date, the more I am grateful that I’m already with the most wonderful man ever.  We have a really beautiful life together and I am so, so very thankful for that.  After we had thoroughly lobsterized and prunified ourselves in the tub we crawled into bed together to cuddle. 

I slept so soundly that night, and woke up the next morning looking forward to going out for breakfast as a family.  Before we left I poked my head into my hobby room to make sure our fluffly little hamster had water and food, only to lift up her igloo and find her laying there perfectly still, and very much dead.  My heart dropped as I scooped her up and cradled her already stiff body in my hand.  I didn’t want to tell the kids right away, and I was a crying mess myself, so I placed her back under her igloo where they wouldn’t see her and went to tell Jack what had happened.  We didn’t go out for breakfast because I was far too upset.  He was my hamster more than anything, and it was so sudden, with no warnings.

The kids had a play date that afternoon so we decided to wait and tell them later on, so as not to ruin their day.  I took them to the park and they had a lot of fun with their friends.  I did my best not to think of how sad I was and how hard they were going to take the news.  I distracted myself with mom chat and taking pictures of the kids playing.

Needless to say they were upset, and we all had a long cry over the loss.  I found a small box leftover from packets of tea and put some tissue in it and then the hamster.  We explained to the kids that people live much, much longer than our pets and that it’s ok to be sad and to miss the hamster, but that he really enjoyed being our pet.

We took them out for supper, and picked up Nia as well, hoping that she could help us take their minds off what had happened.  It was nice to be out, and I’m so glad the my kids love sushi because it’s one of our favorite things to eat.  Naturally we don’t let them eat anything raw quite yet, but they enjoy the maki rolls with the artificial crab meat and avocados and so forth.  Jack encouraged Nia and I to go to Goodhandy’s for the night.  Get out and drown our sorrows and all of that.

After putting the kids to bed she and I got ready and off we went.  Before hitting the club we stopped at Flavia’s house and picked up her and her girlfriend and two male friends of theirs.  We got to Goodhandy’s, which was actually fairly busy.  We had drinks and watched people dance naked.  There were two really attractive transsexual girls having some fun on this platform beside the dance floor, which was hot to watch.

I wasn’t in much of a partying mood, but I had fun none the less.  That really beautiful trans women I’ve mentioned in a past post was there.  She came over and talked to me for a while and gave me a wonderful neck massage.  There was also some dirty danging and kissing.  She complimented me highly on my skills with my lips and tongue, which was very flattering.  She and I ended up hanging out quite a bit throughout the evening which I enjoyed a great deal.

One of the males in our group also wanted to get his first spanking.  I somehow got voted most ‘Domly’ in our group, and thus received the honour of welting his adorable little ass on the spanking bench, on stage no less!  He did, very, very well for his first time, and I’m sure he had a bruise or two the next day, Tee Hee.

It was fun being on the giving end, and I certainly understand the appeal of being a Domme.  While I certainly prefer being submissive, I still identify as a switch because I do enjoy giving out a good beating now and then.

Sometime shortly after, that hot trans gal was bent over and at least three or four of us were collectively spanking her.  Yum!  You know her and I got to talk quite a lot outside while having a cigarette at the end of the night and I’m always inspired by people who have undergone such amazing and difficult transitions in their lives.  I am really glad for the opportunity, however small, to get to know her a little better.

Nia and I headed home in the wee, wee hours of the morning.  It was a long drive, and I think I crawled into bed only minutes before 5am.

Sunday morning I woke up and came downstairs to Jack bringing home stuff to make breakfast.  I kind of spoiled their hopes of bringing it to me in bed, but it was delicious anyway

Then he coaxed the kids downstairs and they resurfaced minutes later yelling “Happy Mother’s Day” and presenting me with gifts.  I got a new griddle/grill that fits over the burners of our gas stove, and a margarita maker for the summer.  I can’t wait to test that thing out!  Strawberry margarita’s are sooooooooo yummy.

We decided to take the kids to see Horton Hears A Who, and then go for a drive and then out for supper.  The movie was so very cute, and the kids just loved it.  They fell asleep during our drive and so Jack and I got to have a great talk with each other and really enjoyed the time together.

Had Chinese food for supper, which was of course very good, not to mention filling.  I was happy that I didn’t have to cook at all on Mother’s Day, and as I tucked them in, I thanked my little rugrats for giving me such a wonderful time.

I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’m feeling wordy so this post is going to be pretty long, LOL.

Tomorrow night there is a kink munch near here which I plan to attend.  Last month there was a certain young Dom in attendance who is very new to the lifestyle and has been dabbling some in the realm of BDSM.  He caught my eye immediately, since he was quite attractive, and clearly someone I’d be interested in getting to know.  He was talking to a Domme friend of mine when I introduced myself on the way out the door, so I was sure to pull her aside to ask her to put in a good work for me if he seemed like a good guy.

A couple of days ago while I was chatting with her on MSN she mentioned said young Dom and that she intends to mentor him in the lifestyle and the practices of BDSM.  She also happened to inquire if I knew of any willing subs who would allow him to practice on them.  I couldn’t put up my hand fast enough!  She only laughed and said that she was glad since she knew I had liked him and she was hoping I would volunteer so she wouldn’t have to ask me out and out.

He will be playing with me in her dungeon, under her supervision.  Mmmmmmm two very attractive and confident Dominants for the price of one.  How much better can it get?  We’re going to sit down together, the three of us, and hash out the details and arrange times and dates at the munch tomorrow night.  Needless to say I can hardly wait to get started.  I’m getting tingles just thinking about it.  Certainly I will keep you posted!

Speaking of play, Asha and Holt are planning on going to the next party at Goodhandy’s and were hopeful that Jack and I might join them.  The idea of a foursome is becoming more and more appealing the more I think about it.  I still have to get it figured out with Nia if she can watch the kiddos for us that night, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it all works out.  Even if we don’t all hit it off as a foursome, it would be really hot to play with Jack or with them at the party.

Parties bring us ’round to the next topic of excitement, Padme’s visit!! Only 30 days to go before she arrives for her trip out here.  She and I discussed it on the phone today, going over the itinerary of her time here.  We plan to go for sushi on Thursday night, and then a walk, and then a long coffee date at Starbucks.  Friday morning we are hitting the gym together and then grocery shopping for the fondue on Friday night.  The afternoon will be spent drinking coffee and cutting all of the veggies and meat into bite-sized pieces.  Once the kids go to bed the three of us are going to chat over a pot of hot oil while drinking strawberry margaritas.

Saturday morning we’ll be off to Toronto bright and early for a day of shopping at Eaton’s Center and along Queen St.  I’m going to take her Banufor vodka shots, Zaban, and chicken kabobs and then to Dufflet for pastry.  We’re going to shop at Misbehavin and Come As You Are.  Saturday night will be spent getting naughty at Goodhandy’s I Love Sex Party and who knows what other mischief we’ll get into.

Sunday we’re going to Niagara Falls, and on a wine tour of the Niagara wine region.  We’ll be hauled about in a passenger van, tasting wines and cheese at several wineries.  The tour also includes a full ‘behind the scenes’ look at the Jackson Triggs Estates winery.  I know both Padme and myself are looking forward to that part a great deal!  We’ll likely go for supper at Niagara On The Lake, and then make our way home for a relaxing bath in my ensuite tub, while sipping ice wine and reliving the highlights of the weekend.

Monday we will likely go to the gym in the morning, and then a driving tour of the area where I live.  We’re going to take it easy so that I don’t send her home totally worn out

We’ve been counting down for weeks it seems!  I’m so excited that there is only a month left to go.  It’s starting to feel a lot closer now.

Hopefully the next four weeks pass quickly!

Douchebag,

It has been drawn to my attention that you are accusing me of turning people against you.

Much to my amusement, you’re actually managing it all on your own.

Keep up the great work!

If you’re going to insist on blaming me, I will happily take all the credit anyway. 

Really, I wish it was my doing, and not your own moronic buttfuckery.

Shasta

Since I’ve made mention of it on my bucket list, I figured I’d better explain what the hell ‘Bitch Or Loon’ is.  This story takes place when I was 18, and during the time Jack and I were dating but lived 8 hours apart from each other in different Alberta cities.

One evening some of my co-workers at the time, and myself, decided to have a little party.  Nothing fancy, just drinking and watching movies and kicking back on a Saturday night.  The party was being held at my pal’s place, so over I went with my bottles of vodka, Bols blue, and raspberry Sourpuss.

Not long into the party the host and I decided to play a little drinking game called Bitch Or Loon, which could possibly be of my own invention since know one else seems to have heard of it.

Basically, you can play with as many people as you want.  Everyone sits down in a circle (or across from each other in our case) and has a shot glass and their beverage of choice.

The person who starts takes a Loonie (yes, you need a loonie specifically) and spins it on it’s side, like a top.  While it’s spinning you call Bitch or Loon, and then wait and see which side lands face up, the picture of the Queen or the picture of the common loon.

If you called the right image, you pass the loonie to the next person and they do the same thing.  If you called the wrong image, you have to take a shot and then spin it again and try to call the right one this time.  You continuing doing shots and calling until you get it right and then you can pass it on.  Basically it’s the drunkards version of ‘Heads or Tails’.

So we start playing, and since there were only two of us we were totally slaughtered within half an hour.  I was alternating between shots of straight vodka, or Bols and Sourpuss, and other variations (some of which included all three ingredients at a time).  At one point I remember looking over and discovering that one of our close friends was wearing my shirt.  It should also be noted that he was at least twice my size (width wise) and it was a very small t-shirt.  How he got the thing on is still a mystery, but that poor shirt was never quite the same again.

“That’s curious” I thought to myself.  Then it dawned on me that if he was wearing my shirt, that meant that I was obviously not wearing it.  Upon a quick inspection, I discovered that I was just wearing my bra and my jeans.  “How did that happen?” I wondered momentarily before it was my turn to spin again and I forgot about the whole shirt thing.

It should also be noted that pouring liquid into a shot glass without spilling, when you’re that far gone, is pretty much impossible.  In fact I suspect towards the end we abandoned the glasses entirely and just started drinking directly from the bottle.  I’m always such a classy gal.

Things get very blurry from that point on.  Eventually we gave up the game, and the next thing I remember was being in the bathroom, throwing up.  Now I don’t often get sick when I drink, but obviously I had pushed it way too far in this situation.

Beyond the bathroom thing, my memories are non-existent, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in bed with my pal (no, no, it wasn’t like that) and he filled me in on what else had happened the night before.

It would seem that after emptying the contents of my stomach, I had decided to take off my pants.  Then, I left them in the bath tub…crawled out of the bathroom and through his living room on my hands and knees… past all of the other party goers, and into his bedroom.  There he found me passed out on the floor, in my underwear, with one leg up on the bed.  Clearly I had been attempting to get up on the bed, and then just decided it was too much effort and laid down on the spot.

He had been enough of a gentleman to scoop me up and put me into bed properly before also passing out.

Needless to say I have not played that game since.

I’ve put it on the list because I think it would be a lot of fun to play it again, even if I end up losing my clothes and crawling about in my undies.  Although next time I could do without the getting sick part.

Since buying my Smart Balls over 2 years ago, I hadn’t really given a lot of thought to trying out any other form of Ben Wa Ball. Why bother? I love my Smart Balls, and there just didn’t seem to be any reason to look for anything else. Then I was browsing the Adam&Eve website, looking for potential products to review, when I came across this set of Glass Ben Wa Balls. They caught my eye because of the beautiful glass flower embedded in each ball. I’m drawn to pretty things like this, I enjoy items that are beautifully made, even sex toys!

When they arrived I was surprised at their diminutive size.  I suppose I was expecting something a little larger.  I wasn’t certain that I’d even be able to move around without one of them slipping out.  I mean, I’m not ‘loose’ by any stretch, but these balls are hardly larger than a regular sized marble and I was skeptical that my vagina was that tight.

No matter, I put one, and then the other into my pussy and walked around.  If you put them in high enough, you probably won’t be able to feel them.  They are designed to strengthen your kegel muscles, not really for sexual pleasure.  The only sex-related side effect that I have experienced is that my pussy feels wetter than normal the entire time I am wearing them, which also sort of keeps me semi-horny the whole time.  Not a bad result if you ask me

Keeping them up inside seems to require a constant esmi-cleanched state. Knowing that you have them in also serves as a reminder to do your kegel exercises. After 2 hours of wearing them, I can certainly tell that my muscles have been working, LOL.

Eventually you become accustomed to wearing them, and because they are glass and therefore non-irritating, you can wear them for up to 12 hours at a time, although I don’t recommend doing so.  Three hours is plenty of time to wear them in a day, and you can do this consistently every day if you wish and it shouldn’t cause any problems.  Keeping anything in your vagina for long periods of time can irritate some people, so listen to your body.  Glass will also NOT give you Toxic Shock Syndrome, although please take care to wash your hands and the ben wa bells thoroughly with gentle anti-bacterial soap before you insert them.  This will also help prevent other irritation or yeast infections.

Speaking of cleaning, that’s one of the best characteristics of glass toys.  You can sterilize them quickly and easily using the above mentioned anti-bacterial soap, or boiling.  Please never leave a toy unattended in hot water, even glass.  Bring the pot to a rolling boil, allow the balls (or other glass toys) to boil for about 5 minutes, then remove from heat, scoop them out carefully with tongs or a slotted spoon and leave to dry on a paper towel or clean cloth.

These balls come with a lovely case, although it will not keep them totally clean between uses.  Always wash your toys before and after every use.

Please note that ben wa balls are NOT suitable for anal use.  Please do not ever put anything in your ass unless it has a string for retrieval, or a wide base to prevent it from getting lost.  Certainly you could argue that these balls could be pushed back out from whence they came, but it’s not a theory I would advise anyone to test.  Do you really want to be visiting the good Dr to have him retrieve flowery balls from your back end?

Another somewhat precarious situation is trying to go to the bathroom with these in.  My best advice is to take them out for sure if you need to have a bowel movement.  Having them drop into the toilet would be very bad for the enamel on the bowl itself, it could possibly (although unlikely) crack or chip the balls themselves, not to mention having to SCOOP THEM OUT so as not to damage your plumbing when you had to flush.  You can master the art of peeing with them inside you, although it will take a little practice.  You have to unclench the muscles required to allow urine to pass out of your bladder, at the same time not bearing down which could push them out.  So I would suggest either removing them before you empty your bladder, OR (and this is going to seem kind of gross) peeing into a container or through a strainer until you are confident you can manage it.

If you are a person who is fond of ice play (particularly ice inserted into the vagina, which is fun but not the best idea) these are ideal for such uses.  Leave them in the fridge (not the freezer, they can frost bite your insides) for a few hours or overnight and then try using them during masturbation or sexual play for extra fun!  Please do NOT leave them in during intercourse.

Inserting them and then gently inserting a vibrator so that it buzzes against them can also result in some very pleasurable sensations.  Don’t worry about them getting ‘lost’ up inside you.  Your cervix would certainly let you know, LOUD AND CLEAR, if you tried pushing them up too far.

I am so glad I decided to give these balls a chance.  They are much less intimidating than the Smart Balls if you have a narrow vagina, although large enough to be effective for the intended purpose.  If you’ve never given ben wa balls much thought, I encourage you to give these a try.

This Product Receives:

Shasta:
Are you out of bed yet?

Random Friend:
Of course not

Shasta:
Did you know that flamingos are afraid of foxes?

Random Friend:
I…no.

Shasta:
Well, they are

Random Friend:
I guess that makes sense

Shasta:
Yes I suppose it does

As requested, here is an image of the cards I had made for my blog.  Why make cards?  Well I needed them for that Sex Party, and also because often when I am out and about I end up talking about my website and then I have to write down the address for people and this just seemed so much simpler.  Sadly I hadn’t anticipated moving the site, so the old address is on all of them, but no matter.  I had these made over at VistaPrint.  500 cards, full color, glossy finish, for around $34.00 after taxes and shipping.  I highly recommend them