tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45062616267617310892011-07-07T17:20:39.314-05:00A Cozy Place To Relax and Discuss Submission, Spanking, Sex, Life, and Lovecutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-1302388326021001472010-02-22T08:48:00.002-06:002010-02-22T08:57:38.702-06:00

It's time to close this blog. I don't miss writing, as I'm out living my day to day life, and loving every minute of it.Mr. Right has taken me in hand, and fully embraced his role in TTWD. I'm now referred to as "girl" almost exclusively, and I love it. I call him "Sir" almost exclusively as well. I simply couldn't be happier, more at peace, content, and in balance.And that leaves me nothing

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-71253415069490917822010-01-16T08:49:00.003-06:002010-01-16T08:57:35.154-06:00

It's my birthday! I'm 45 today. It's the first time in a very, very long time, (perhaps ever) that I feel all parts of my life are in balance, and I'm headed in a positive direction. The only thing that could be better about today is if Mr Right & I were on the beach for a week or so. But, if life were perfect, what would I have to strive for?! *laughs*

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Not a light-hearted day. And you might want to stay further away from your screen, because I'm in a mood, and I might even throw something, including a temper tantrum. I'm out of balance. Wednesday night is a designated spanking night. There was no spanking last night because Mr Right was sick. At first I thought I was mad at him for being sick. Then, I realized I was extremely disappointed. In

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-25082922865979370892010-01-13T16:18:00.005-06:002010-01-13T16:39:37.541-06:00

Those of us who are in the lifestyle for a number of years now know that we're considered crazy, dangerous to ourselves and our children, and just down right stupid for using chains, whips, paddles, needles, and god/dess knows what else to get our "kink" on. But, when you see an article like this: Fatal gunplay in Maine sex dungeon leads to trial is it any wonder that we're all seen as kooks and

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-89455274544635342852010-01-02T10:18:00.004-06:002010-01-02T10:47:28.968-06:00

I love this photo. It was one of the first of Gil Elvgren's prints that I saw, and I immediately fell in love with it. Having said that, I've been doing a lot behind closed doors lately. And although I'm not yet ready to return to the world of blog on a regular or daily basis, I am missing my creative outlet.Like other bloggers, I've come to realize that I was writing more for my audience than

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-5348401029169021402010-01-01T21:25:00.003-06:002010-01-01T21:49:08.345-06:00

As you know, Mr. Right and I are getting married. What you don't know is that I've been helping my mom deal with having part of her lung removed due to cancer. For the next several weeks, she will be living with me and/or Mr Right. This means little time alone, and virtually no spontaneous sex or play time. Considering the fact there hasn't been much play time for months, this will not be

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-12305314349559092102009-12-27T18:23:00.003-06:002009-12-27T18:31:23.313-06:00

well, Mr. Right proposed, and I said, "yes." I knew the proposal was coming before Christmas, just didn't know when. the wedding will be in July.We've done our sharing of loving, laughing, spanking, and lots of sex. We've been sick together, miserable together, happy together, and suffered depression, and Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) together. We had only 2 times when we were at odds,

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-74931458020515776802009-11-01T13:50:00.006-06:002009-11-01T14:31:30.648-06:00

I haven't been around in a while. I've noticed others in blogland taking a hiatus. As of this moment, a time-out from worrying about whether or not to blog, and what to say or not say, sounds really good.I'm exhausted. My office has become so busy, that I'm at the point of considering whether to hire another attorney, and wondering how I'm going to pay for more staff. I barely have the money to

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-60834915020460022072009-10-22T08:17:00.004-05:002009-10-22T08:50:17.960-05:00

I have seasonal affective disorder - SAD. so, in the autumn and winter, I feel horrible - depressed, moody, and lots of pain. and because I understand the Law of Attraction, and recognize how it works, when I'm down and sad, things around me do not go well, or break, or stop working. my laptop died. my sleep number bed broke. my daughter's laptop keyboard now has a broken "f" key because I was

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Hi all. Super busy. Super tired. Super happy. Laptop died. Another trial Friday & starting to write an appeal. Be back to write more soon. Weekend trip to Air Force graduation was wonderful. Mr Right bought me a formal collar that I can wear with my suits. Doesn't cover the hickey bite marks though. *grins*

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-41571731585756144152009-10-06T09:00:00.001-05:002009-10-06T09:00:02.545-05:00

It's pouring rain outside. I want to be snuggled under the covers with Mr Right while the rain splatters on the concrete under the window. but, instead, I'm on the couch writing this instead of getting ready for work. Mr Right and I had a wonderful trip to the beach, and are getting ready to leave again for my son's Air Force basic training graduation on Wednesday.And, we continue to get closer,

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-16745504651456775972009-10-06T07:53:00.002-05:002009-10-06T07:56:05.841-05:00

Image by Johnny Stiletto via FlickrNews like this makes me CRAZY!!Mon Oct 5, 9:07 pm ET - from the Associated PressALBERTVILLE, Ala. – An Alabama woman has been charged with endangering the welfare of a child after police say she let her daughter ride in a cardboard box on top of their van. Albertville Police spokesman Sgt. Jamie Smith said the 37-year-old woman was arrested Sunday after police

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-67438344208800264832009-10-03T01:56:00.010-05:002009-10-03T03:04:39.521-05:00

from Sue Sylvester on Fox TV hit show Glee: "You know caning has fallen out of fashion in the United States but ask anyone who’s safely walked the immaculate sidewalks of Singapore after winning an international cheerleading competition, and they’ll tell you one thing — caning WORKS! And I think it’s about time we did a little more of it right here. And to all those naysayers out there who say “

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The picture is from endart.com. check it out here. let's give a big "cheer" for spankings! Mr Right bought a paddle because he has bruised his hand a few times while spanking me. I have such mixed feelings about spankings. Don't get me wrong: they turn me on. but they also hurt like the Dickens!!the best thing about spankings from Mr Right is that he understands how confusing it is to me to

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-62234692789001848202009-09-21T00:30:00.002-05:002009-09-21T09:05:17.007-05:00

Image via WikipediaMr Right & I talk about everything. He reads all the blogs I follow, and we discuss the ideas presented, as well as my responses to those blogs. And, we've talked about slavery, and his role in our relationship, whether he is Master, Owner, Dominant, or HOH.Once upon a time, I considered myself a slave. I did this because I wanted the release of responsibility, to not have to

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-91132222854156023282009-09-20T16:01:00.000-05:002009-09-20T16:01:00.978-05:00

What satiates you? This was a post that I've pondered a while. I'm satiated when I have multiple g-spot orgasms, combined with clitoral orgasms, and I ejaculate, my juices "gushing out" over myself and Mr Right, pooling on the sheets, drenching us both in cum.Really good mexican food, combined with a small frozen strawberry margaritaReally good hot wings with blue cheese dressing, and a really

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-42881655738457399502009-09-17T22:15:00.003-05:002009-09-17T22:27:26.479-05:00

since I've visited the blogosphere, and checked in with my blog friends. so many things happen here in blogland, in such a short period of time. hearts are hurt, new acquaintances made, bonds are broken, trust mended, and feelings pour out over the posts like maple syrup drizzled over french toast.I promised myself I'd get to bed early tonight, because I've not been getting much sleep due to

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Wednesday night, I realized that I forgot to complete an assignment given to me by Mr Right. I was getting the bed ready for the night when he asked if I had gone into the bathroom after court and twisted my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I had a great day in court, and it completely slipped my mind. I was so upset that I forgot Mr Right's instructions, and he was disappointed as

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-4163104253150061702009-09-09T13:50:00.004-05:002009-09-09T13:56:04.143-05:00

This was a message sent to me by Mr Right on our private blog. He knows that he caresses my very soul when he says, "You're mine. You belong to me." It was so thoughtful that I had to share it. Listen and enjoy.

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I wrote this a few months ago, when I was struggling to understand myself and why I was miserable in my LDR. I rediscovered this post on Friday. I, for one, was impressed with my self-analysis. So, I post this for your consideration. This is another long hard look at the mind, heart and soul of cutesypah.*****************************************************For years, I've been thinking about the

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Orgasm control is what he has now. I am to only cum with him. I may play with myself, but I may not cum without him. I've never been one who has understood or accepted orgasm control because to me it meant orgasm denial. Never having dating someone who lived close to me, orgasm control meant days or weeks of waiting to have an orgasm, or having an orgasm only with phone sex. And because my

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-71804960208934424822009-09-03T07:53:00.006-05:002009-09-03T08:17:38.124-05:00

I've been sick over the last two days. Nothing drastic, but an upset tummy and the sniffles. Mr Right was kind enough to come to my house to care for me (usually I go to his place for privacy as I live my teenage daughter). My daughter was out of the house for the evening, and Mr Right discovered that I like to have sex when I'm sick. Usually, it makes me feel better. Last night was no exception.

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-74275107001746286162009-08-31T16:14:00.001-05:002009-08-31T16:28:20.477-05:00

life is good here. spanking abounds, and Mr Right keeps showing me more of his sadistic tendencies and Dominant persona each and every day. He and I have spent a lot of quiet time together, too, reading books, sipping coffee, him stroking my hair as I doze beside him on the couch. Who knew I could find my Mr Right and Prince Charming (my name for him in front of his family) right here in my

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-2922341977126116232009-08-29T08:00:00.002-05:002009-08-29T08:04:54.937-05:00

because my friend o.g. asked, I'm posting this link. I've always been a blood donor, and an organ donor. When my father died of lung cancer, as a smoker the only part which was viable for donation was his eyes. Considering the fact that I underwent major eye surgery at age 14, as did my brother at 12, and we both benefitted from eye donations, donors are extremely important to us.Please do

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yes, it is very possible to be both. I was thinking of the phrase, "sick & tired," which is where I was but a mere five weeks ago. but "happy & tired" is much more the appropriate definition. I can't imagine being in a better place than where I am in my life right now. ok, maybe if I had enough money to buy my own island, and retire to it with only Mr Right, my daughter, my mother, and staff

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-435786456164619882009-08-20T05:55:00.002-05:002009-08-20T06:05:20.525-05:00

all is good. Mr Right allows more of his dominance to show every day. More bite marks to cover up - we've still got to figure out where he can bite that gives me as much of a thrill as it does when he bites my neck. Either that, or find a MUCH better concealer! *laughs* I'm head over heels in love, and still no red flags, not even a shade of pink - well, except on my behind, and in my cheeks

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-36280389640949344442009-08-15T07:00:00.003-05:002009-08-15T07:26:57.594-05:00

Life is very, very good here in Cutesypah's corner of the world. I forgot how much fun it was to be "high" on the chemicals your body creates when you're head over heels in love, and having more sex than you've had since college. Plus, add in all the intoxicating feelings that occur as you define a new D/s relationship, and you've got a two grown adults acting like giggly, love-struck teenagers

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-18432206764364787212009-08-14T06:04:00.000-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.008-05:00

I just realized something interesting, and something I haven't experienced in a long time: I know I'm falling for Mr Right because many of the things I want to do with him are so vanilla: watching all kinds of movies together, spending the weekend just talking, shopping, cleaning, cooking, and just "being." Oh yes, and all without drama. I haven't felt this way since I decided to get married

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-6747725046355692742009-08-12T13:31:00.000-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.008-05:00

Sub drop has always been a curious thing to me. Mr. Right, having no previous submissives to play with, doesn't understand it all that much. Hell, I've been actively participating in D/s since 1998 and I STILL don't understand it completely. Having said that, Mr Right did a magnificent job of spanking me until I cried, and I have the wonderful light bruises to show for it, but a very tender

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-51729837913550952172009-08-09T21:47:00.000-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.008-05:00

Well, I spent the weekend with Mr. Right. That's what I'm calling him for now, until we come up with a better name for him. Personally, I think this name is perfect for him. I'm terrified I'm going to frighten him off because I'm falling for him so quickly. But he assures me that he's never met a woman like me, but I'm everything for which he's been searching.The weekend was relaxing, and

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-66751619185704698202009-08-06T16:56:00.000-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.009-05:00

I can't thank everyone enough for your kind words, and your support. This really wasn't as hard on me as I expected. Once I made the break, I realized how miserable I was, and how I was in love with his potential, rather than the reality. Because the reality didn't sit well with me at all. Although I haven't spoken with him, or had any contact with him (and I don't intend to), I want to

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-68474781727718566472009-07-24T05:19:00.002-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.009-05:00

I'm not one for politics, but I love to read all kinds of news articles. Another abstinence-supporting happily married Christian RightWing Republican was caught sleeping with his 22 year old intern. Republican Rep Paul Stanley of Tennessee was being blackmailed for $10k and went to the police who went public with the story. Check it out here.So, it got me thinking - is it time for a BDSM poly

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-21446258141665312322009-07-21T07:25:00.002-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.009-05:00

I'm reading through the news, and I'm taken aback by several stories: 1) the Harvard Professor arrested for breaking into his own home after returning from an overseas trip; 2) the officers in Illinois who were sued for taking a stun gun to 4 children; and 3) the argument that health care reform might pay for abortions.One: anyone who is in their home has a right to break into their own home,

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-59247621438804703382009-07-14T07:00:00.002-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.009-05:00

I always read from hazelden.org, the "Language of Letting Go" written by Melody Beattie. Today's post, for July 14, 2009, started with this quote from "Codependent No More," which is also written by Melody Beattie:Even if the most important person in your world rejects you, you are still real and you are still okay. In my drive to please others, I often forget myself. Things did not go well this

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-72765077752888572552009-07-08T21:54:00.002-05:002009-08-15T06:02:47.009-05:00

I posted much of this same remark on Sir J's blog, in response to his most recent post "Rain Rain Go Away." Because my post turned into a rant, which details my very convoluted and crabby state of mind, I decided to post it here.**********************************************************************As a Taoist, I must say that there cannot be sun without rain, dark without light, day without night

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-44786851204106225582009-06-03T05:23:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.028-05:00

Check out the interesting discussion on Ownership and Entitlement at Sir J's blog. He was discussing a post at The Thinking Dominant, which asks about ownership and entitlement. In essence, I'm restating my comment on Sir J's blog. I think the better word is "privilege" rather than "entitlement." I see a huge difference between entitlement and privilege. I believe ownership, as in ownership

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-74355410145351396432009-05-31T13:08:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.028-05:00

As you know, I have many blog friends. One in particular is Gray Lily over at Journey Into Submission. Recently, she posted about her Daddy Michael. Her heart-felt post inspired me to discuss my relationship with Daddy, and what a Daddy/girl relationship means to me. As I began drafting my post, I realized I would need to break it down into several posts. History of the girl, Part 1 is here.

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-827217491823235062009-05-31T13:05:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.028-05:00

As you know, I have many blog friends. One in particular is Gray Lily over at Journey Into Submission. Recently, she posted about her Daddy Michael. Her heart-felt post inspired me to discuss my relationship with Daddy, and what a Daddy/girl relationship means to me. As I began drafting my post, I realized I would need to break it down into several posts. The first part is here. Then, her

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-42682236527658802672009-05-31T10:01:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.029-05:00

As you know, I love my blog friends. One in particular is Gray Lily over at Journey Into Submission. Recently, she posted about her Daddy Michael. Her heart-felt post inspired me to discuss my relationship with Daddy, and what a Daddy/girl relationship means to me. As I began drafting my post, I realized I would need to break it down into several posts. This is the first - History of the girl,

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-86379174996632658192009-05-16T20:38:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.029-05:00

I'm catching up on previous Matchmaker episodes. Like I said, I'm a geek and a freak, but I'm cute so you have to love me anyway! *curtsy* *giggle* Another comment on Matchmaker came from Dr. Pat Allen a therapist for celebrities in Hollywood. She was talking to Kevin who is a celebrity photographer and has never dated anyone more than 2 weeks. He's 26. She told him that vaginas are fun to

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-43663420890565835522009-05-16T19:26:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.029-05:00

alright, I have to admit I'm a "Millionaire Matchmaker" fan. Yeah, yeah, I know, but I'm a freak, what can I say? So, I'm watching Patti, and her client brings her chocolate. She says chocolate warms a woman's heart and chocolate warms a man's bed. She follows that up with, "If you give a woman chocolate, I bet you'll get a blowjob!"Hmmmm......I wonder that must be why Daddy brought me

cutesypahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07954055832006760974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506261626761731089.post-86858512751229963492009-05-01T04:54:00.002-05:002009-08-15T10:27:41.029-05:00

This came from Anne Schroeder's blog called Shenanigans: The lighter side of politics. Categories: AnticsFor fun: Pooh, piglet and swine fluBy Anne Schroeder Mullins April 30, 2009 05:00 PM April 30, 2009I thought it was hilarious, and couldn't pass up the chance to share it with you. The text is rather small, so here's what is says:As the two friends wandered through the snow on their way home

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