Stiletto Diaries

Despite my serious bout of the flu, we decided to go ahead with our trip to the states over the weekend.  I was feeling mostly better, and I didn’t want to pass up the chance to see more of America, and to cross a thing of two off of my bucket list.

After some discussion, we decided to camp out, rather than spending a ton of money on a hotel.  We found a KOA in Lewiston, just across the border from Niagara Falls, and north of Buffalo.  Since all of our camping gear was still together from my weekend at Forbidden, it was fairly quick and painless to pack up.  We planned to eat out the entire time as well, so I didn’t need to worry about groceries or cooking.

We didn’t get on the road until late in the day, but it didn’t matter as we were not in any rush to get there.  If I have daylight for setting up the tent, I am generally content.

Getting across the border took only moments.  The security officer asked us a few questions and basically waved us on.  That makes two really easy border crossing experiences for me.  I’m going to keep up with manifesting that it will be easy every time, since it seems to be working, LOL.

When we got to the KOA it was dusk.  Jack and I made quick work of setting up, although he has never had to set up this particular tent before, and I have (many times now) so I may have been a tad short with him.  At any rate, once it was up and our stuff was inside, we got the kids ready for bed and I took a quick shower.  We got them bundled into their sleeping bags and then Jack and I sat down and breathed a collective sigh of relief.

I got the fire going, and we sat together for a while and just relaxed.  We were both exhausted from the packing and then unpacking and wrangling of gear and children, so we didn’t linger long.  We were glad to crawl into our bed together and cuddle up to the sounds of the frogs and the crickets outside.

Our children do not believe in sleeping in, so morning came painfully early.

Once we were all dressed and assembled for the day, Mags (the GPS) showed us to the nearest Denny’s.  We all had a satisfying breakfast (and plenty of coffee for Jack and I) and then it was off to Target to do a little shopping.

I fell in love with a black leather hobo style purse, which Jack insisted I purchase (between that and the tickets for Bedouin Soundclash and Blue Man Group I think my birthday gifts are covered).  We picked up a few clothes for the kids while we were there, and a backpack for the littlest one, since she starts school this fall.

There were more stores, but we mostly just browsed.  We were not so much there to shop, as to see if it’s really worth it to cross the border for future purchases.  On some items it certainly is, which is useful information, since it’s only an hour to Buffalo from where we live.

For lunch we headed into downtown, to Anchor Bar, which is the home of the original buffalo chicken wing.  Apparently, before they turned them into the now-popular pub fare, chicken wings were only used in soups or discarded entirely.

The place was busy, a testament to its popularity.  The inside of the bar itself is divided into two halves, one being the original and the other being the addition which was built to accommodate the growing business.

We were seated in the original part of the building, the walls lined with photos of celebrities, everyone from Willie Nelson to Hillary Clinton, most of them signed.  There were also countless newspaper articles, awards, and other recognitions bestowed upon the bar, framed and hung on the walls.

Jack and I decided to split a bucket of mild wings (which is really less of a bucket, and more of a platter) which is 50 wings, served with their signature homemade bleu cheese dip.

When the wings arrived we were impressed with the size of them.  Some pubs serve wings that you swear must have come from a miniature chicken because of the diminutive size.  Not so at Anchor Bar.  We also noticed that the wings didn’t have any sauce on them, but instead appear to have been dusted with some sort of a spice blend.  I appreciated that, because it’s less messy, and makes it easier (and less slippery) to eat them.

We dug in enthusiastically.  Now, I’ve eaten chicken wings at a LOT of restaurants and pubs over the years, and I’ll say right now, the wings at Anchor Bar truly ARE the best I’ve ever had.  In fact, I am craving them as I write this.  Jack and I both feel that driving an hour and some into Buffalo to eat there again is not an unreasonable date night idea.  In fact, we will likely use any excuse we can from now on to go to Buffalo for wings.  SOOOOO FREAKIN DELICIOUS!

The mild were good, but hardly spicy, which I suppose is the idea.  Next time we shall go for medium and see what those are like.  I am not a fan of food that is so hot I can’t taste anything but pain in the mouth, so I was glad that they offer a mild that is actually mild and not just one step down from wanting to claw my own tongue out.

453. Have buffalo chicken wings at Anchor Bar in Buffalo, where they were invented

Jack and I couldn’t finish the whole 50.  He quit at 23 or so, while I wussed out at only 11.  They were just too huge and I just wasn’t starving enough.  Next time we’ll order a bucket again, but I’ll make sure I have an appetite!

We picked up some coolers on the way out to our campground, and some marshmellows and watermellon for the kiddos.  It had been a really full day, and we were looking forward to relaxing after the kids were in bed.

Back at camp the kids played ball and chased each other around while we sorted out our purchases and put the coolers on ice.  I set up the iPod and the speakers on the picnic table so that we could listen to some music.  As dusk fell I got the fire started so that the little ones could roast a few marshmellows before bed.

After sticky fingers had been washed, pajamas had been buttoned on, and tucking in had been completed, it was just Jack and I by the fire.  We started in on the coolers, and roasted a few marshmellows ourselves.  Then Jack got out the travel chess set we had purchased earlier that day and we sat across from each other at the table and set it up.

Since it was already dark, we were playing in pretty low light, LOL. We didn’t mind though. It was so peaceful being together by the fire with drinks and my slow songs playlist going on the iPod.

The picture above was taken with the flash on, and here’s one taken without the flash, by the light of the headlamp we had perched over the board.

Jack was a good teacher, and we actually played for quite a while before he win the game. I look forward to many more chess games with him in the future, and hopefully my skills will improve and I can win a few times

189. Learn to play chess

After we put the chess game away, we played yahtzee, another mutual favorite. It was a close game, but Jack won again, by three points.

We’d had enough games, and we were getting sore from sitting, so we slow danced by the fire, under the stars. I laid my head against Jack’s chest in the dark while we wrapped our arms around each other and swayed to the soft music.

I left Jack to tend the fire while I trotted off to the showers to have a quick rinse down. I’d been sweating all day in the heat and I don’t like going to bed feeling sticky and gross. The cool water was a welcome relief from the humid warmth of the evening. Once I was sufficiently refreshed, I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked back to our campsite. I remarked to Jack that I missed the freedom I’d experienced at Forbidden, and that being naked outside is something I’d like to relive again as soon as possible.

He took his turn having a shower. While he was gone I got the munchies and opened the package of leftover wings from Anchor Bar. I don’t like cold chicken, but how to reheat it? I stuck one of the marshmallow sticks through a wing and held it over the fire until it began to sizzle a bit. It was actually pretty good, if not time consuming, LOL.

When Jack returned we had another drink or two and then headed for bed. Once we were settled in, we very quietly fooled around (there is a divider in our tent, but it’s certainly not sound proof) until he made me cum with his fingers. That put me right to sleep until the following morning.

The kids were sad to leave after we packed up our gear and loaded it all back into the van. We took them to a Bob Evans restaurant for breakfast, which was awesome! I had these pancakes that were stuffed with vanilla cream (it claimed to be cream cheese, but it was more like a pastry cream) and then topped with pecans and banana caramel syrup. OMG to die for!

Jack had blueberry french toast with the same vanilla cream and regular syrup and that was delicious too.

Once breakfast was finished it was time to head back to Canada. We hardly had to pause to speak to the border patrol, and he waved us through. Man I am just awesome good luck at border crossings or something.

We were going to take the kids to Niagara Falls, but it was a bit overcast and we wanted to have supper at Earl’s in Mississauga that evening, and Jack needed to stop at home for something, so we decided to save it for another day.

After stopping at the house to use the bathroom and check on the animals, we went to Mississauga for dinner (also amazing, but that’s a given, since we love Earl’s) and Jack showed me where the Princess Auto store is there because I had been wanting to go. Sadly it was closed, but at least I can find it now. Princess Auto is a brilliant source for cheap BDSM stuff if you have some imagination. Cable ties, all sorts of straps and winches, chain, and lots of other little goodies to be found there.

Last week I picked up a fibreglass ’snow pole’ at a farm supply store. It cost me just under five bucks, and it’s a brilliant cane. Jack used it on me last night and it leaves an ouch. It’s heavy, so it’s like a stingy thud, not at all like the bamboo cane I have which is lightweight, even though they are similar thickness. It bruises deep, although it doesn’t welt as much as a traditional cane. I like it a lot, although I think it requires a warm up.

At any rate, it was lovely curling up together last night and getting a good rest together. I woke up feeling really refreshed today.

This evening I have a date with a new man I’ve been chatting with recently. At 49 he’s old enough to be my father, but I don’t put a lot of weight on age anymore. I’m tired of dating boys my age. They are too immature, too moody, with none of their shit together and not enough experience. Older men are just…simpler. They are generally comfortable with themselves, know what they want, and don’t get all caught up in drama. Certainly there are exceptions on both sides, but this man is exactly what I am looking for.

He’s already poly, and kinky, and he’s self contained and confident. He enjoys seduction for the sake of it, and we share a lot of the same thoughts and feelings on BDSM and power exchange. He lives alone, and has several other partners at the moment, which means he won’t be demanding too much of my time, and that he can have guests whenever he wants.

I’m hopeful we will connect as well in person as we have online. It would be lovely to have a play partner again. I feel like I’m already totally over Varick, so this isn’t a rebound situation, it’s just another potential friend and lover.

So I am sure I will have details to share tomorrow I will let you know how it goes!

Also only seven more sleeps until my 26th birthday!

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On the morning of Friday, July 25th I found myself on the back of a motorcycle, headed east of Calgary towards Bragg Creek.  A friend of mine had offered to take me for a ride out to Elbow River, followed by lunch somewhere together.

Since I’d already seen the Elbow Falls, he took me a short distance upriver, to an area less frequented by tourists.  It was a gorgeous day, the perfect temperature for a ride in the country and basking by the river.

I took a few photos from down in the river valley, before we took a bit of a hike up the side to a sort of a ridge.

The following photos were taken from up on our perch above the river.  My friend had the good sense to bring a blanket, which he spread out on the grass for us.

We laid on our backs under the warm summer sun, and it felt like we had the world to ourselves for a while.  He ran his hands over my shoulders and gave me a massage, which was exactly what I needed after nearly four weeks with family.

After a bit of playful banter he stripped off his clothing and managed to coax me out of mine as well, with some persuasion (and plenty of foreplay).  It was magnificent being nude outdoors in the sunshine, in the company of a handsome and intelligent man who was quite set on making me cum.  I could feel the heat of the day on my bare breasts and belly while he played my body like the keys of a fine piano.

“Do you want me inside of you?” he asked, while I was lost in the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm.

“Yes” I sighed, while his fingertips traced lazy lines over my skin.

He settled himself between my thighs, and although we were on something of an unfortunate slope, we managed a fairly comfortable sort of entanglement.

He fucked me slowly, taking his pleasure from prolonging the experience.  I do adore a man who takes his time and really savors every moment as if he may never have sex again.  When he was close to climax he sped up, taking me hard and fast until he came with a groan and several ‘Oh-Gods!’

We remained there for a short while, touching softly, until we decided we were peckish enough to get dressed and head back towards the city.  I wish we could have spent the rest of the day there, or perhaps several of them, but one must take what they can get when it comes to such things.

He took me to a little diner for the best Montreal smoked meat sandwich I’ve ever had in CowTown.  Afterwards we sat outside enjoying the warm weather until he had to depart.  I hope it won’t be so long this time until I see him again, as our last get together was well over a year ago.

A series of bad directions on my part, and important appointments on V’s part left me somewhat stranded down on 17th ave for the better part of an hour.  It was strange being down there alone, only because I realised that I felt like I didn’t belong anymore.  My cell phone had died so I couldn’t even call LD to let him know I was running late.

Eventually I managed to hail a cab and arrived at LD’s late enough that he’d begun to wonder what had become of me.  It was lovely to see him, and we had a really nice visit before I dragged him into his bed and had my way with him.

After we’d gotten each other off, we gathered ourselves together and went out for Vietnamese food before V’s big going-away soiree later that evening.  LD knows where all the best sort of restaurants are in Calgary, and after we ate we caught a cab over to Marda Loop where everyone was meeting for the party.

It was a really great night, aside from running into Q, who never called me again after we fucked during the May long weekend.  He saw me in the pub and approached me, which resulted in several moments of very awkward conversation.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good.  So are you in town visiting?”

“Yup, just out for V’s send off party tonight.  She’s moving out to Toronto with me.”

“Oh, nice”

Then we stood there, uncomfortable, until we sort of wandered apart.  I did my best to completely ignore and avoid him for the rest of the evening.  He didn’t approach me again, much to my relief.

It was so much fun seeing everyone that night.  We stayed up late into the night, only making it into bed shortly before the sun began to come up. 

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I feel totally overwhelmed by the amount of writing I need to do to catch up with everything that has happened to me over the past week, so bear with me if it takes a while to get it all written.  Also, some of it may seem brief, since I am over a week ‘behind’ in terms of posts.

Anyway, here goes

On Thursday, July 24th, Jack and I drove down to the Calgary Farmer’s Market for the first of several list items I planned to get done that day.  Mission #1:  Ostrich meat!

The booth was easy enough to find, since I’d seen it there before. I decided to pick up ostrich jerky, since it’s ready to eat and because I love jerky.

It was quite tasty, and typically salty. I actually prefer it to beef jerky, and it has a nice texture.

369. Taste ostrich meat

Since we were at the market, and feeling a little peckish, I also had the opportunity to cross off an additional item:

87. Buy fresh produce at a farmers market

The raspberries were super delicious, and it didn’t take Jack and I long to eat them all.

From the market we headed downtown, where I dropped Jack off so that he could spend some time with P, while my pal X and I launched our RoboLoo-Cupcake-Tubby Dog Adventure!

Crave was the first stop of the evening, where I picked up a half dozen of thier extra yummy cupcakes, for myself and Jack and the kids.

Some of the icing got a little melty in the heat of the day, before I had a chance to take a photo. Melty icing certainly did not compromise their deliciousness however.

381. Eat a cupcake from Crave

While we were down in Kensington, X suggested we stop in this cool toy store and check it out. I could have spent a ton of money in that store, but I restrained myself and settled for a couple of boxes of mints. Yes, I said mints.

The bacon mints really ARE as horrible as they sound. If the smell isn’t enough to make you wretch, the flavour of a pigs ass full of toothpaste certainly will.

Fortunately Tubby Dog and Robo-Loo are close together, so it was easy to hit them both without having to struggle with parking on 17th Ave.

Robo-Loo (actually called Exeloo) is a glorified, automated, talking outhouse in Calgary. X told me about it ages ago and I’ve been obsessed with going there ever since.

You push a button to enter and a robotic voice welcomes you inside and informs you that you have exactly ten minutes to deposit whatever it is you need to. What happens after that, I have no idea, because I didn’t want to mess with the robot potty.

The robo-loo plays soothing music for your enjoyment while you empty your bladder. It dispenses toilet paper at the touch of a button, and even sprays its interior clean between uses.

I’ll admit I was a little nervous about getting trapped in there, since the door is automated, but all was well. Let me tell ya, if my bathroom sang and talked to me, I might not ever leave it.

377. Take a pee in the robot potty in Calgary

As we made our way up the block towards Tubby Dog, X informed me that there is a ritual one must observe when going to said eating establishment. Apparently shouting ‘TUBBY DOG’ progressively louder as you approach is an important part of the Tubby Dog experience.

If you have never been to or heard of Tubby Dog, it’s basically a hot dog joint for people who are entirely excessive. It’s a popular spot for street meat after a night of alcohol soaked debauchery. They play old school cartoons on a projector screen and the entire place smacks of retro goodness.

I ordered a Cheetah dog, because I love sauerkraut, and X went for the infamous A-Bomb, one of the most popular, and exceedingly messy dogs on the menu.

We grabbed our food to go, and wandered a couple of blocks away, to the front steps of a church. It was only then that we discovered we didn’t bring any napkins.

Somehow we managed to eat them without getting cheese and other toppings all over ourselves, quite the task to be sure.

452. Have a Tubby Dog

It was a lot of fun hanging out with X, since I haven’t seen him in a few months, and because he always has dozens of the most insane stories ever.

After I dropped him off at his lair, I picked up Jack and we headed back to where we were staying to drink some wine and eat some cupcakes and giant bird jerky. It was pretty much a totally perfect day all the way around.

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I wrote a little about the surprise trip Jack took me on to Niagara Falls before I left for Alberta, and now I wanted to share a few photos I took during our time there. I can also fill you in on the details while I am at it.

We arrived around supper time. Jack had kept our plans a secret from me, so when he dropped off the truck keys with the valet and led me into the lobby of our hotel, I was completely surprised.

This enormous glass flower chandelier greeted us from the ceiling of the hotel. I stood there admiring it while Jack checked us in at the desk.

Our room was up on the 11th floor, with a beautiful view of the falls. I loath taking photos through glass, as it tends to ruin the clarity, but this one turned out not bad:

Our suite had two separate rooms (and a bathroom). When you walked in the door, you came into what I would call the ‘livingroom’ and then through the doorway was our bedroom, bathroom, and minibar area.

The bedroom had a king sized bed, and enormous windows facing the falls. It was really amazing. Truly one of the nicest suites I’ve ever stayed in (and we’ve stayed at a lot of pretty hotels). The bed was SO comfortable, and as you can see, had no shortage of pillows.

The bathroom came complete with this two person whirlpool tub, which we took full advantage of after having supper at The Keg. It was glorious to soak together in a hot bath before we made love by the lights they project onto the falls at night.

But I digress

Supper was magnificent. The Keg in the hotel overlooks the falls as well, and we had a good table, which made it easy to admire the view while we ate.

We had a bottle of wine, appetizers, and steak. While we were eating there was an impressive fireworks show over the falls. It must have lasted nearly ten minutes, and it was gorgeous. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect they probably do that regularly on the weekends at the falls. It’s amazing to watch the water light up with different colors like that.

After supper we went to our room and had a bath, followed by more lascivious things Eventually we fell asleep, wrapped around each other in post-orgasmic bliss.

In the morning we wandered down for our complimentary breakfast. I took a shot of the view from the restaurant, which was nearly the same spot we sat at the night before during supper.

After breakfast we went back upstairs and made love again before showering and getting our things together to check out. The night away was a brilliant surprise, and it felt so good to have some time together, kid-free. I have the most amazing husband ever I tell ya.

I was sad to leave the hotel. We grabbed a couple of coffees from Starbucks before picking up our car at the valet and then taking a bit of a tour around Niagara.

Hopefully Jack and I will have a few more opportunities to get away overnight once V moves in with us. She is adamant about babysitting for us as often as she can, since we aren’t charging her rent and she wants to be sure to earn her keep. We don’t really care much about that part of it, but since she is instant, I am certain Jack and I can use the time away. I look forward to he and I doing more things as a couple, such as going to dinner and movies and to Goodhandy’s and so forth.

Thank you Jack, for that special surprise and for being so thoughtful to organize it all for us. You are so good to me, and I look forward to our next opportunity to have an overnight to ourselves

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We got up bright and early on Saturday morning, since we wanted to have a full day in Toronto before our evening out at Goodhandy’s.

Since we were going to be staying the night in the city we packed up a suitcase of clothes, toys, and whatever other paraphernalia we thought we’d need that night and the next day.  We grabbed coffee and breakfast at Tim’s on our way out of town, since Padme and I both require copious amounts of caffeine for survival.

We made great time getting into the city, and the first order of business was to find parking at Eaton’s Center, and then go shopping in the mall.  If you’ve never been to this particular mall, basically the attraction is that it’s really big, with lots and lots of great stores.  My favorite part of the mall is the display of 50 Canadian geese, suspended from the atrium ceiling.

Not my best photography (by far!) but these should give you an idea of what I’m talking about:

At the mall we went into Indigo, where Padme and I browsed the sexuality section, and she picked up a book of memoirs written by a submissive.  I imagine it would be a great read.  If I wasn’t already up to my neck in books that need to be read, I may have been tempted to pick up one of the books on tantric sex, since I’ve been wanting to learn more about that much talked-about style of intimacy.

We also made a stop at one of our all time favorite stores, Lush.  We browsed all of the wonderful smelling products they offer, torn between what to buy just then.  I ended up treating myself to a Big Blue, a Geo Phyzz, and then decided to try something new with one of their bubble bars, Bathos.  I’ll be sure to let you know how I end up liking it

Padme and I are both chocolate junkies, so we couldn’t resist making a little purchase at Godiva.  Since the summer specials aren’t available all year long, I splurged on a box of six truffles from their new collection.  I had a few later that evening, and let me tell you, SOOOOOOO delicious.

Since we’d seen pretty much all we wanted to see at the center, we made our way out to the truck, and then up the street to NorthBound Leather.  Now, I’ve been reading about this place and drooling over their website for YEARS, and finally I was actually going there to check it out.  Padme and I were both beside ourselves with excitement.

Really it was everything I expected it to be, and more.  That earthy leather smell never fails to give me tingles, and the outfits…totally exquisite.  It took every ounce of will power I had to look through everything and not spend every dime I had.  I drooled over this dress, but I didn’t even try it on for fear I wouldn’t have been able to leave there without it.  There were boots and collars and all manner of fetish gear and toys.  If I ever win the lottery, I think I’ll go back there and just purchase one of everything, LOL, it’s that amazing!  I’m thinking I’ll have to take Varick there and talk him into buying a pair of leather pants.  Mmmmmm…

We managed to drag ourselves out of there, however reluctantly, without crippling our bank accounts.  There were a couple of other adult/fet wear shops nearby, so we decided to take a look around before we headed to Queen St for lunch.  I found a long, black PVC skirt, with slits up both sides, which I decided to pick up for future nights at Goodhandy’s.  It looks pretty hot on me, I must say :P  Perhaps I’ll get around to taking some photos for posting here sometime soon.

Padme picked up some more stockings (you would not believe how many different nylons and stockings that girl has, seriously) although she was still on the hunt for a new skirt or something similar to wear out that evening.

We left Yonge St and made our way over to the ’shopping district’ of Queen St. W.  On our way we cruised past Much Music, which was setting up for the MMVA’s.  The street was an absolute zoo, and I was relieved that our destination was quite a bit west of there.  We found parking near to Banu, which is where we planned to have lunch.

It’s a really sleek little place.  Trendy couch-type chairs to relax on, and tables tiled with small turquoise squares.

Padme and I both ordered vodka, 2 oz each, on the rocks.  She had the Stolichnaya Elit (Russian) and I had Zubrowka Bison Grass vodka (Polish).  We were also brought a bowl of seasoned pistachios, which helped tide us over until our food arrived.

I’ve never been keen on drinking spirits straight up, so that was an experience in itself.  Had it not been such fine vodka I doubt I could have managed it without gagging, LOL.  At any rate, it was satisfying to cross yet another item off the bucket list:

263. Do Vodka shots at Banu

And that wasn’t all!  For lunch Padme ordered Joujeh (grilled chicken wings in a saffron citrus marinade) and I ordered Zaban (braised cow tongue in a tomato saffron sauce) followed by Dom balan (‘Urban Oysters’, lamb testicles marinated in vodka) for us to share.  Scroll over the photos to see what they are in case you’re not sure.

The beef tongue sandwich was really tasty.  The tongue was done perfectly, juicy and tender, and it went so well with the pickle chutney on the side.  Padme even tried a nibble and agreed that it was delicious.  Her chicken wings were fantastic, and I think should I ever go back to Banu, that’s exactly what I would order.  She let me try one and it was seasoned so perfectly and grilled just right.  Yum!

When the lamb testicles arrived, I was excited to try them.  They were surprisingly soft, easily cut with the side of a fork, with a very mild flavour.  I suppose you could compare it to liver, except not disgusting.

47. Eat something really bizarre (like animal testicles)

I think I’d even go so far as ordering these again, particularly if I was in the company of someone else who wanted to try them, but who didn’t want to commit to have to eating them all.  Padme tried a bite, but wasn’t exactly enamoured with them.

We debated ordering a hooka while we were there, but decided against it since we still had shopping to get done and we wanted to leave ourselves lots of time to get ready for Goodhandy’s later that evening.  The chef had never cooked the cow tongue before, and I praised him highly on it, which apparently paid off because he’d omitted it from the bill (or perhaps it had been an accident).

Our bellies full, we strolled up Queen St. and visited a few shops.  Padme found a VERY sexy, short PVC skirt at MissBehav’N.  I was so glad she found something because I know she’d been itching for a new skirt.  It looked fabulous on her, and she’d brought a little white top that ties in the front, to go with it.

We also stopped at Come As You Are, and browsed their impressive collection of toys and books.  Honestly I could have come home with dozens of books, I saw so many that I wanted, but I managed to restrain myself, somehow.

358. Spend a day shopping on Queen Street W in Toronto

Dufflet Pastry was our last stop of the day.  I wanted to take home a treat for Jack, to thank him for watching the kids for the weekend so that I could go out.  I picked up a baby truffle for me, and a blueberry buttermilk euro tart for him.

267. Take home a pastry from Dufflet

Padme picked out a coconut cream tart, and then off we went.  Our hotel was nice and close to the club, and we checked in with plenty of time to get ready, which was good, since it had been a hot day and we both felt like having a shower before going out.

We had some coffee, and then each of us had a shower.  I debated back and forth about what to wear, and we got into the vodka and gin we brought with us.  We were really excited about going out for the night and partying.  I was well on my way to drunk by the time we left the hotel.  I was wearing a very short, very see-through, bright pink and black tutu, and a black tank top.  I was carrying a riding crop, and giggling maniacally.  Padme said I fairly sprinted across the lobby, laughing my fool head off the entire way, and drawing far too much attention to myself in the process.  Ah well.

Goodhandy’s was still fairly quiet when we arrived, which I’d planned on, since I wanted us to have time to chat with Todd before he got terribly busy.  I introduced Padme to him and we had a chance to sit down for a chat together.  She showed him her new tattoo, which he seemed to like.  He also treated us to a round of drinks, which was so very sweet of him.  He asked if the rest of my ‘entourage’ would be making an appearance that evening, and I told him I wasn’t sure.  Nia was out of town for the weekend, so I didn’t know if Flavia and the rest of the bunch would show up.

When the club started to fill up, Todd had to excuse himself to keep an eye on everything.  I had noticed one of the spanking benches was up on the stage, but behind a curtain which they close to provide an area for women and trans people to get away from the drooling mass of males.  I asked Todd if it would be ok to drag the bench out to the front of the stage later, which he said would be fine.

Padme and I danced some, grinding against each other and putting on a bit of a show.  I sat down and she gave me a sexy lap dance, which was very hot, and it seemed like the guys were enjoying what we were doing.

421. Receive a lap dance

At some point Padme started talking to this attractive gentleman.  He bought us a round of drinks and the three of us ended up dirty dancing together.  It was great fun having a girl-guy-girl sandwich.  Padme and I made out some, but I was right in the middle of my period of course, which was kind of a downer.  Still, I wanted her to have a great night and get lucky :P  She asked me if I thought she should hook up with the guy.  He seemed very nice and he was totally good looking, so I encouraged her to do so.

She and he and I all went upstairs after we’d had enough dancing.  We staked our claim in one of the larger booths upstairs, although it didn’t have a curtain.  No matter, I was happy to sit by the doorway, riding crop in hand, to keep back the masses, and boy did I have my work cut out for me.

Padme and the guy started getting into it with each other.  Clothes started to come off and almost instantly there was a crowd gathered at the door.  I asked a few of them to step back, flicking my crop and then using it as something of a barricade.  One of them, a much older man, who was masturbating, put his hand on my leg and I shot him an unimpressed look.  You’re not supposed to touch without an invitation at Goodhandy’s, and he’s lucky I didn’t call over security to have him removed.  He pulled his hand away and then asked if he could touch me.

“Only if you want a serious ass kicking” I said, glaring.  He took a step back, and I was glad the the rest of the group heard me because none of them made a move on me after that.

Padme and her friend were really enjoying themselves.  They were fucking and groaning and kissing and licking each other.  It was quite a sight.  I was very pleased that she was having such a great time.

I noticed a somewhat familiar face in the crowd that was gathered at the door.  I recognised her as a cute cross-dresser whom I’d spoken to there once before.  Smiling, I invited her to sit down beside me on the bench while the others looked on enviously.  She thanked me for letting her sit down and we made some jokes about me guarding the entrance.  In fact the running joke between Padme and I for most of the evening was that I got to be the gatekeeper, and would only grant access to those whom I favoured.

One of the men watching was masturbating very close to one of my feet, because I had my legs crossed which put my foot almost directly under his exposed junk.  I remarked to my new friend (the cross-dresser, who probably needs a name, so I’ll call her Nikki) that if the guy came on my shoe I was going to crop him, hard, right on the cock.  He must have heard me because he seemed a little flustered and not sure what to do.  Nikki giggled and told me I should tap him on the cock with it anyway, and we both laughed.  She’s a bad one, she kept telling me to do it and I kept saying “No way!  You’re terrible!!!” and then we’d giggle some more.

Padme and her friend eventually got finished, after the whole club heard her screaming I am sure.  She’s a LOUD cummer, LOL.  While she went to get cleaned up, Nikki and I went downstairs and I pulled the spanking bench out from behind the curtain.  Nikki stripped down to her adorable bra and panties and up on the bench she went.

Having never played with her before I made sure to warm her up good.  I also paused to ask her how she was doing and if she wanted it harder/lighter, and that sort of thing.  She really seemed to be enjoying herself, and it wasn’t long before Padme returned and joined me in the exquisite torture of our willing victim.

There was also some play which involved Padme bent over, side by side with Nikki, and I was spanking them both simultaneously.  That was pretty neat really, LOL, and they seemed to enjoy it.  My concept of time was a little off, so I’m not sure how long we played like that, but we had drawn a bit of a crowd.  Eventually Nikki was finished her turn, and after she got off I jokingly swatted the bench with my crop and shouted “Who is next?”

Well this little old Asian guy standing near the stage stripped so fast I barely had time to realise what was happening.  Up on the bench he jumped in all his half-naked glory, with his man bits exposed for the whole room to see.  I just chuckled and started in on him.  I had my crop and also a small leather flogger, plus I used my hands.  Padme was complaining that she wanted a turn but I made her wait for it.  The guy seemed to really be enjoying himself, although it was a little too tempting to really go to town on his dangly parts with my crop, HA HA.

423. Spank a total stranger

When I grew bored of beating on his ass, I dismissed him, and he slinked away to get dressed again.  Padme was next on the bench, and I didn’t even bother with a warm up, I just laid into her with the crop and the flogger.  While I was doing this, a kind of odd guy came up, and he stood near her back end where I was working and looked generally confused.  He seemed to be trying to edge in as close as he could without getting the the way of my crop.  I was standing to one side of Padme’s ass, up on the stage, and he was standing on the floor directly across from me, on the other side of her.

Then, he reached out and put his hand on her leg, and I reacted in a split second, smacking him across the face with my crop.  Like literally, right on the cheek.  Not too hard, but certainly he made an impression.

“Do NOT touch without asking” I growled.  He stepped back, clearly startled.  I just glared at him, I wanted it to be completely clear to him and anyone else who was watching that I would not tolerate that sort of behaviour.  There are signs all over the club which clearly state that touching is not allowed unless there is a clear invitation, and in this case, there certainly was not.

He backed away, but returned later to pester us some more.  I shooed him away after he asked Padme to suck his dick.  Seriously buddy, get a clue!

I was getting played out from all the beatings I’d been giving, and finally decided to take a break.  I left Nikki and Padme while I headed outside for some air.  Who should I run into out there?  The clueless guy, of course!

“You know what the trouble with this club is” he said, clearly annoyed “the women don’t participate!”

I just chuckled.

“Sure they do.  Just not with YOU” I replied with a smirk.

He just shook his head and wandered off, dejected.  You know he was good looking too, so it’s a shame he was such a moron.  I mean what does he expect?  To go to a club and have women falling all over him and just fucking anything that moves?  Does that really happen anywhere in real life besides carefully organised private parties??  Somehow I doubt it.  99% of the women I know are a little more discriminating than that.

The night was winding down when I went back inside.  We gathered our things, said our goodbyes, and then Padme and I staggered back to our hotel, totally exhausted.  We barely made it up to our room before we collapsed.

However, we were STARVING, so I began searching online for pizza joints that still delivered at 3:30am.  Finally I found one, ordered a large chicken and cheese, and then promptly passed out.  Padme was already mostly asleep in bed, but she nudged me awake some time later, saying she thought the pizza was there.  I staggered to the door and took the pizza, paid, and then brought it into the room.

“Pizza is here” I said, then set it down on the chair.  Padme didn’t stir and I thought to myself “I’ll just lay down for a minute and then eat something”.  A minute tuned into four hours, and before I knew it, we were rolling out of bed to get the next day started.

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Note:  I wrote this post yesterday, with the intentions of publishing it before the day was over, and then Nelek invited me over to his place and I got totally side tracked.  More on that to come, but here’s yesterdays post, today!

I was planning to post a review today…however, the foxy Mz. F (also known simply as F around these parts) has expressed to me the importance of sharing my Susur experience with you instead.  The review can wait, since it would likely be best to post the details of the evening while I can still remember most of them.

Jack and I arrived for our reservation with time to spare.  I had decided to wear this top, along with some very nice fitting black dress pants, while Jack looked incredibly handsome in his business suit (even though I get to see him wear it all the time, it’s still hot as hell).

Due to our timing the matride informed us that they had a better table for us if we were willing to wait a few minutes for them to set it up.  Naturally we didn’t turn that down and took a seat at the small bar in the waiting area while they prepared for us.  The decor and general feel of the place was simple, yet classy.  Not pretentious, although it was clear that this wasn’t the sort of place you’d go to just any old day.  The women were all wearing dresses or dress pants and pretty blouses.  The men were mostly wearing suits or golf shirts and dress slacks.  The waitstaff was highly professional, and you could tell that they had been meticulously trained to preform their tasks just so.  They certainly were nothing like the servers who are working their way towards a better career.  Waiting IS their career in this case, and they do it very, very well.

We were seated in one of the corner booths, which I appreciated, close enough to the kitchen door that I got to catch sight of Susur Lee a couple of times through the evening.  When you’re really into cooking or food or fine dining, it’s like being in the presence of a celebrity.  Jack said that I was practically beside myself with excitement.

To start off we ordered a bottle of wine for the meal.  I was relieved that our waiter did not attempt to ‘up-sell’ us on anything more expensive, nor turn his nose up when we asked for ice water rather than Perrier.  The wine we selected was a bottle of 2006 Dr. Loosen Riesling, which we’ve had before and liked very much.  It’s a German wine, quite sweet, but it didn’t overpower the food at all, which was the point at any rate.

There were two tasting menus being offered for the evening, and so each of us would be getting a selection of slightly different dishes, which would finale with a shared two-tier dessert tray.

I will lay out the courses we had and then comment on them after.  Keep in mind I didn’t take notes so these aren’t going to be 100% detailed, but should give you a general idea:

First Course (pre-course):

Oyster, two ways - Raw oyster on the half shell, marinated in 25 year old sherry ~ breaded oyster, accompanied by house made tartar sauce.

Second Course:

Mine - Rack of lamb, topped with a fruit compote, served over some sort of grilled eggplant

Jack’s - Grilled Bison w/ a lobster-based sauce, accompanied by a shallot and a tomato

Third Course:

Mine - Seared foie gras with a saffron sauce, candied pineapple wedge, and some sort of glazed banana

Jack’s - Seared foie gras with coffee chocolate sauce, candied mango, and a bite-sized pineapple pastry

Fourth Course:

Three kinds of mushroom, served over white asparagus in a cream-based sauce.  Garnished with a wedge of blood orange

Fifth Course:

Raspberry sorbet with balsamic vinegar and sliced strawberries (which was served spectacularly with dry ice, so very elegant)

Sixth Course:

Mine - Ring of battered giant calamari, served over a cream based sauce and topped with a spicy mixed-greens salad

Jack’s - Ring of battered giant calamari, served with mayonnaise and squid ink, and topped with a spicy mixed-greens salad

Seventh Course:

Mine - Seared halibut over a pesto-like sauce, accompanied by an asparagus spear and a slice of steamed leek

Jack’s - Seared halibut with two kinds of sauce (one of them being black truffle based) and some sort of greens (I stopped paying attention because I had tasted my fish and lost my mind with enjoyment).

Dessert Course:

A selection of 9 small desserts, ranging from coffee cake with chocolate ganache filling to passion fruit tart.  All of them were amazing.

So, the entire dining experience took over two hours, and despite the fact that the volume of food would have barely filled a single dinner plate, I was completely full by the end of it.

There were nice pauses between courses, during which Jack and I enjoyed our wine and generally marvelled over the food and the experience.

Jack and I shared pretty much everything, which was interesting in itself because even the slightest difference in preparation, of the exact same food, makes such an incredible difference in the taste.

I think that the foie gras was my favorite, although the texture was totally different than what I expected.  It’s really unfortunate that something so delicious is the result of extreme cruelty to ducks, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to justify eating it again.  I’m still glad that I got to try it, just that once.

The halibut was a very close second, since it practically melted in my mouth.  I could eat that every day and never get tired of it.  Jack’s black truffle sauce was perhaps the most delicious sauce I’ve ever tasted.

When the sorbet arrived Jack and I were both quite taken with the presentation.  Basically it was a small dish of sorbet, perched inside this bamboo trough, which had water and some shards of dry ice in it.  Dry ice in water produces fog, which looks like this.  It was pretty spectacular.

Honestly, it was without a doubt, the best dining experience I’ve ever had.  Plus I got to cross some things off the list!

311. Try raw oysters

162. Eat at Susur

69. Taste Foie Gras

When it came time to pay the bill, I decided to be a little bit cheeky and leave one of my Stiletto Diaries business cards in with the payment. 

Jack and I walked back to our car in the rain.  It was such a wonderful evening, one I am certain I won’t forget for the rest of my life.

Everytime I Look At You By Il Divo

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Some of you may have seen mention of it on my comments board, but I figure it’s about time I actually blogged about it officially.  After all, it’s a SUPER BIG DEAL, at least to me

Padme is coming to visit me in just over a month!  Master Anakin (her husband and Dom) has already allowed her to book her ticket, and she’ll be staying with Jack and I for almost 5 whole days!

We’ve been discussing plans for her stay, and all of the things we can see and do.  I’m going to take her to the gym with me for yoga class, and we’re going to eat sushi and have a hot oil fondue.  A wine tour, shopping in Toronto, and a sex party at Goodhandy’s are also on the list.  No trip to southern Ontario would be complete without a visit to Niagara Falls, so we’ll fit that in there too I am sure!

Mainly I’m looking forward to getting to spend time with her in person, and having coffee together in the morning.  We have been friends for so long online, it’s going to be wonderful to finally meet in person and hang out.

 Another exciting aspect of her visit is getting to cross a few things off of our respective Bucket Lists!  I should be able to finally check off #115. Take a wine tour and perhaps #267. Take home a pastry from Dufflet and #263. Do Vodka shots at Banu as well

Naturally #281. Meet Padme in person is the most important of all!

She and I are both counting down the days!  Only 44 days left to go before she arrives

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Due to circumstances beyond our control, Jack and I ended up having to postpone our dinner plans at Susur until later this week.  It was unfortunate, but not nearly the end of the world since we are indeed still going for supper there, we just have to wait a few days longer to do so.  It’s actually worked out for the best because I am getting over a head cold and if I’m going to spend $140 on a meal, I’d like to be able to taste it.

I apologise as well for the password protected entry that I posted some days ago.  I really do not intend to make a habit of such things, because I really enjoy being able to share parts of my life with all of you.  That said, there were times over the past 2.5 years when I was unable to blog about particular people or topics due to the sensitive nature of the circumstances or individuals.  This was distressing to me, because at the end of the day, blogging is something I do for myself, to work through thoughts or feelings, or even to keep an accurate recounting of events.  Jack and I often refer back on the blog where there is discussion about a certain time or place and we can’t remember what or when, we’ve even used it to figure out who was driving the vehicle when one of those pesky photo radar speeding tickets arrived in the mail.  Perhaps this doesn’t mean much to anyone who doesn’t blog, but for me being unable to retell certain feelings or events due to people in my life who would read it means that there were a lot of really important words I never managed to type out. 

Yes, I could have kept them as separate word documents or even written them in my paper journal, but for some reason that just never materialized.  Would it have under different circumstances?  Had I been able to blog about it more openly would I have gotten around to really doing so?  Maybe, maybe not.  The point is that the option wasn’t always there, and now that I have moved (to Wordpress publishing tools with paid hosting) I have a way to write what is on my mind and sometimes keep it to myself.  I don’t do this to exclude everyone, and if you feel strongly enough about reading it you’re welcome to e-mail me about getting a password.  I promise I won’t do it often, since that’s not what this site is about, but I can’t promise I’ll never take advantage of that particular option.

On to more interesting tales now that I’ve cleared that up

Last night Nia and I went to another Sex Party at Goodhandy’s.  We met up with her playmate, who clearly needs a name I’m thinking, before we went to the bar, since things never really get going until after 10pm.  Before I continue lets come up with something to call said female friend…hmmm…Flavia.  Makes me think of flavour, which I’m sure she has since Nia spends so much time between her legs.  Hee Hee

So Nia and Flavia and myself arrived at Goodhandy’s and were immediately greeted by Todd, who remarked that now the party could really get started (since the party girls had arrived!  Woot!).  We got drinks and he encouraged us to go and watch the two very attractive young male models/porn stars who were masturbating on either side of the stage.  Being quite keen to encourage them we did just that.  An ex-boyfriend of Nia’s from years and years ago also decided to join us on our night out, although I’m not going to bother giving him a name at this point, so we’ll just call him Nia’s ex.  The four of us sat and chatted, and enjoyed our drinks, us girls frequently gazing at the naked eye candy on stage.  While we were sitting there the lovely couple whom I played with at the last party came in to the club.  They saw me right away and came over to give me hugs and say hello.  She was wearing this very hot corset and I remarked on how fabulous she looked.  I was hopeful that they would be inclined to play again later in the evening but I didn’t want to be pushy.  We agreed to run into each other again later, and off they went.

Meanwhile Flavia and Nia and the ex-boyfriend decided to kick off the spontaneous orgy, or at least a very hot and public threesome for the enjoyment of the crowd.  Some of the males who were watching got a little close, and had to be asked to back off a bit, but nobody had to be thrown out.  Todd is particularly protective of anyone who chooses to play and asked me to let him know immediately if anyone was being bothersome to our group.  In fact throughout the night the bouncers approached me several times to ensure that none of us were being harassed.  It really adds to the atmosphere when you know that you can be comfortable and that the staff there take their jobs very seriously when it comes to ensuring that everyone is well behaved.

One of the male models, who had since put on at least some of his clothes, approached me and introduced himself.  He was really, really attractive, and I was very tempted to accept his invitation to get naked with him.  As much as I wanted to say yes, especially when he asked so charmingly in that yummy accent of his, I politely declined.  Don’t ask me why, I just wasn’t in the right state of mind I suppose, and having intercourse with strange men is not generally a service I provide, no matter how gorgeous they are.

He wasn’t the only one I turned down.  Another of the regular models/porn stars, who was clearly drunk, approached me as well, introducing himself and asking if I wanted to play with him.  I let him kiss me a little before I said no.  Even though he was adorable I don’t like to fuck drunk boys, especially as I said above, drunk boys I don’t know.

The male half of the couple I mentioned early happened to be standing next to me at the bar sometime later in the evening, and leaned over to ask me a question.  The conversation went like this:

Him: So my girlfriend wants to know if we’re going to have Round 2 tonight?

Me: I don’t really know that it’s up to me actually (meaning it was up to them) but I am pretty sure I wouldn’t say no.

Him: Alright, I’ll tell her that

Then I smiled and returned to my friends, expecting to see them sometime shortly thereafter.

Unfortunately I didn’t, although they caught up to me as they were leaving, and after giving me hugs she remarked that she hoped I could play next time.  Confused I said that I could have played, but had assumed they didn’t want to.  He seemed surprised and asked me to clarify what I had said at the bar.  When I told him that I’d meant to imply it was up to them, there were groans of disappointment all around.  We had a bit of a laugh about it, although clearly we were all quite sad that the miscommunication had prevented a good time for all.

“We’ve been talking about you for the past 29 days!” he remarked, smiling but obviously a tad frustrated over the entire situation.  I reassured them, her in particular, that I had certainly not intended to reject that and that certainly I had been eager to play.  Turns out neither of us wanted to be pushy about anything, and in the process, had missed out.

She gave me her number and I promised that I would make my very best effort to attend the next party that they are able to come to as well (which unfortunately isn’t until the end of June, due to other life commitments they have).  We wished each other a good night and they left, followed shortly by the four of us.  Nia was staying in Toronto with Flavia, and I assumed her ex was as well, so I bid them farewell and drove home to my husband, falling into bed exhausted sometime around 4am.

The entire way home I stewed with annoyance over the missed opportunity, and debated in my head the proper thing to do at this juncture.  She gave me her cell number, which I didn’t ask for, she offered.  I really want to call her in a day or two and apologise again for the miscommunication, and assure her that I wasn’t rejecting them.  Then I kind of want to ask if they ever play away from Goodhandy’s?  Like could we all meet up for coffee or something and maybe get to know each other better?

Advice please!  I have no idea what the best course of action is in this situation.  I really, really want to see them again, since I find both of them very attractive (now that I had a chance to get a good look at him).  To any couples out there who are swingers or poly, what would you like a girl you are clearly interested in to do if she and you were in this situation?  The future of my interaction with them, and thus the potential for more hot stories about our fun, depends on you.

Today was a day for relaxation and recovery.  Jack took the kids and I into Mississauga to go to the new Earl’s restaurant that just opened there.  Earl’s was one of our all time favorite places back in Alberta, so we were very excited to hear that one was being opened in Square One Mall this month.

Before we had dinner Jack indulged me with a shopping spree at Lush.  I picked up a couple of small chunks of Ice Blue and Sea Vegetable soaps, which I have heard are good for dreads, so that I could try them both and see which one I like better.  After some more browsing I decided to pick up a couple of their massage bars, which I haven’t had the opportunity to try yet.  When you buy two of them you get a free tin to keep them in, so I went with Wiccy Magic Muscles (for all those sore spots after hitting the gym) and Fever, for those sensual massages I sometimes give to Jack before bed.  Yum!  The girls who worked there recommended I try the Mask Of Magnamintywhen I enquired about trying something new for my skin.  I wouldn’t say that I am prone to breakouts all the time, but I certainly notice them more before my period, so this is apparently just the treatment to have on hand for those times.  No visit to Lush is complete without picking up some bath bombs for the mammoth tub we have.  This time I picked up a Sex Bomb(so good, one of my favs) a couple of Waving Not Drowning and an All That Jaz.  I had to pry myself out of there before I really got out of hand, but I was very pleased when I left with my bag of goodies.

Dinner was really yummy, and afterwards we took the young ones for ice cream.  It was actually a really nice way to end the weekend.  I think I’m going to have a nice hot shower before crawling into bed tonight, since I’ve spent to much time writing about the weekend, and eaten up all the time I had intended to use for having a bath.

This week I am hitting the gym every day, and Thursday night is Susur.  I’m planning to call that nice couple once you guys give me some feedback on how to handle that conversation :P  Or even if you don’t, LOL, since I don’t want to miss out again.  Should be a fairly quiet week overall, and I’ll keep you posted on developments for next weekend!

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Shasta: Laundry on the go, one sink of dishes done and a second one soaking right now.
Are you excited about tonight at all?

Jack: Yes, I am eating minimally so I can enjoy a $140/person night LOL

Shasta:I’m going to send you the map to Susur so you can print it :)  So we don’t get lost.
Love you!

Jack: It’s going to be great!

Shasta: I sure hope so, or I am going to be some pissed, LOL

[Begin Amusing Sarcasm]

Shasta: Are you telling anyone that we are eating there?  So that they can think we’re really snooty and extravagant

Jack: I haven’t yet. I don’t want them to think I am a snob. LOL
I might drop it to my boss though.

Shasta: You totally should!  By the way…there is a bottle of wine for $3,000 on their wine list.  I nearly choked, LOL

Jack: Let’s get it!!!

Shasta:The Dom Perignon is only $1,000 so lets get that instead, and then I can cross TWO things off the list!!!

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Earlier this evening I booked dinner reservations for Jack and I at Susur, for tomorrow night.

You see, when