My Favourite Room

The bathroom is my favourite room in the house.

There's the mirror, who always shows me the truth. Good, bad, and yes even the ugly! :-)

And the scales, who can be both my friend and my foe. They take great pleasure when I've been deprived of my cravings...the less weight they have to support when I stand on them. They can be selfish bastards at times.

The bath tub, where I so infrequently relax, but should more because it does wonders for me.

The vanity, where I put my contacts in each morning and smile at the person staring back at me. I am now pretty enough not to hide behind my glasses.

And last but not least the shower. My haven away from all else. My sanctuary.

As a child I had a love/hate relationship with taking showers. On the one hand I loved them, it was the place I could just sit & think. If I had've been allowed, I would have spent hours in the shower as a kid. And once spent so long in there my grandfather threatened to throw refrigerated water over me to get me to come out. I've also fallen asleep in the shower.

And loving it so much leads to my dilemma. Because I knew I would spend as much time as possible in there, I'd feel like maybe I was missing out on something that was happening outside this sanctuary.

Now, not so much. Now the shower is my place. To chill out and relax, work out things in my head, and to let my emotions free.

When I cry, a lot of the times it's in the shower. And it feels so natural & calming.

My tears for my tragedies, heartaches, disappointments, anger, frustration, despair and loneliness are set free. Washed away with me feeling a little lighter.

My tears for my achievements, happiness, joy, excitement, dreams, hopes and wishes are also set free. I hope that when they're washed away, somehow because I let the good things go, good things will come back to me.

The water I love to feel splashing over me. Drenching me, hugging me. So refreshing and so calming.

The actual washing in the shower...the chance to rid yourself of the day, to start fresh. As my skin is washed away, a new me appears. Ever just slightly, but she's there.

My Hairy Bits

Okay, so I've talked about the fact that I have body hair in places that most other women don't. I was reluctant initially to write about the face that I don't shave the hair under my arms or on my legs. Now, I choose to write about it openly and freely. If anyone reading doesn't like it, I don't care. Because I do, and this is my blog.

So why do I keep my hair? At first, I deliberately didn't shave because Master loves hairy women. When I was younger I was lazy (and shaving your legs is difficult when you wear glasses and can't see 3 inches in front of your face without them). But what about now? Well, now I choose not to shave for many reasons.

1) It is rather difficult to see what you're doing in the shower without glasses. (Yes I know there are ways to get around this, but this just really gives me the shits).

2) One of His fetishes is hairy women. He loves seeing a beautiful woman with armpit and leg hair. Which leads me to number 3.

3) Because of His fetish and watching video's and looking at pictures of hairy women, it's now one of my fetishes. It's funny how this one seems to sneak up on you. One day you look at a woman with hair on her legs or under her arms and you think 'oh yeah, another hairy woman' and then the next time you look you go 'ooh, hairy woman. nice'. And it's at that moment that you think to yourself 'hang on. when did that change?'

4) I love the look of hairy women. It's especially nice to see a beautiful woman with milky white skin and dark hair. The contrast between her skin colour and hair colour is just gorgeous. In saying that though, I do love seeing a hairy red-headed woman. Love red hair. (Perhaps something to do with loving my own red hair. Us red-heads have to stick together!)

5) I love to look at my hair and feel my hair. It turns me on. Playing with the hair under my arms, twirling them around my fingers. Feeling them with my whole hand. Going into the bathroom and lifting my arm, admiring how long they're getting, how thicker they're looking. Running my hands over my legs, feeling the difference in coarseness between the hair on my ankles to the hair just above my knees. Feeling my hair? Sweetness.

Yesterday, because I love my hair so much, I gave myself a treat. It was time for a shower and I needed to wash the hair on my head. That got me thinking. 'I wonder if I shampoo and condition all my hair, will that make it softer?' So that's exactly what I did.

Now I love having a shower or bath anyway. To me, I feel my sexiest when I'm in the shower. There's just something about the water cascading all over my body that just makes me feel so utterly feminine and sexy like nothing else does. So yesterday my shower was even better than normal. I shampooed and rinse the hair on my head. Then put the conditioner in. I like to leave it sit there for awhile (makes it softer). So while that's working away, I shampoo and rinse both underarms. I continue down and shampoo and rinse the hair that's on my cunt and around my arsehole. Then I continue by doing the same on my legs. I come back up and condition my armpit hairs. I want them to be extra soft like the hair on my head goes, so I put my arms back down and let it sit there for awhile while I continue.

I condition and rinse my cunt and arse hair, and spend a fair amount of time doing the same with my legs. Mmmm...any excuse now to feel how hairy I am. I rinse the conditioner from underneath my arms and from my head. I hop out and lazily and slowly dry myself off. I condition my face and put on some mascara. I'm feeling the sexiest woman in the world at this moment. I pull out my light chocolate lipstick and apply it. I pucker my lips and make a kissing sound. I blot my lips on a tissue and I pucker and kiss again.

I stand in front of the mirror, half side-on, half full frontal, and I look gorgeous. How hot do I look? If I wasn't me, and I saw me...I'd want to fuck me.


Later in the evening, we were sitting in the lounge room. Him on the recliner, me on the floor leaning against the other one. I turn towards Him, and place my right leg on the chair. "Feel my leg" I say. He places his hand on my shin. "Which part of your leg?" I shake my head. "No feel my leg. Feel it. Like you normally feel it, rub your hand up and down". He does so. "Does it feel any different I ask?" He replies "Maybe a bit coarser. Why?" "Well I got thinking today and you're going to laugh but that's okay. I wondered what it would be like to shampoo and condition all my hair. So I did. And considering you feel my legs more than I do I wondered your opinion."

Master told me, after we both masturbated to hairy women that I inspire Him to jerk. My hair, inspires Him to jerk. (Big happy smiles on this face).

So the verdict on shampooing and conditioning all my body hair? My legs seem more coarse as Master said, but He also said He didn't mind which way they came, He'd still feel them. My armpit hair? I like it both ways. It stands out more now; it doesn't lie flat too much. Cunt hair? take it or leave it, it's much of a muchness. (Plus, once it's long enough to wax, it's gone).

Will I do this all again? Yes, I definitely will. Obviously there's a subtle difference in leg hair, but it doesn't bother Him and I touch my armpit hair more than He does, so I probably won't be doing it for His benefit. I'll do it for mine. A treat for myself, a bit of self-pampering. And what girl doesn't love to feel pampered? Ultimately though, the sexier and more confident I feel, the more He benefits. So, in a round-a-bout way I will be doing it for His benefit.

Enema Virgin No More

Well I guess the title gives away the plot for this update now doesn't it? lol. As the title implies, I have now had an enema. You may remember a previous post where I was talking about how frightening I found the whole idea of an enema..well that hadn't changed a helluva lot, just kinda shifted a little.

I decided that I wanted to try giving myself an enema first, before Master and I did it together. Why? To be completely honest, I was curious and I wanted to have some idea of what to expect when we did it together (He gave me one). And by god am I glad I did!

Now I did all the reading on the box, and quite a fair bit of reading online before I did it, so I was well prepared. I was in the bathroom, lying on a towel on the floor with my pillow beneath my head. I didn't use a bag, instead I used the tube kind and placed one end in me and the other end in a clean ice-cream container of water. I knew that I had to measure the temperature, which I did with an electronic thermometer and was quite impressed with myself when I got the right temp first go.

So I was all set up. I lay face-up on the towel, positioned myself right, inserted the one end into my arse and the other in the ice-cream container. Now I should add in here that I didn't actually do it properly. I should have had the water in the tube ready to go before inserting it in to my arse, I did not. Which meant that for awhile there I was simply pushing air in. But eventually I got it right and it was all working fine.

One thing that struck me was that I thought I would be able to feel the water as it was going in, but I couldn't. The only way that I knew that I was doing it properly was that the ball pump thing in the middle of the tube was getting heavy (filling with water) and I started to feel 'full'. I stopped when I felt like I'd had enough (and in hindsight I could have taken more had I not been inserting air when it was supposed to be water). But anyway, as I lay there I felt that cramping feeling which I knew would come. It wasn't painful, it was just uncomfortable. It was just like when you need to go to the toilet to use your bowels and sometimes you get that cramping feeling. Well an enema is like that, except a bit more forceful I guess you could say. It's a more intense type of cramping. As I said, it was uncomfortable, but not painful.

Okay, so I'll skip over the specifics. It's not exactly 'nice' the whole expelling business, but that's what happens. And ultimately that's the whole point of having an enema. All in all, after setting up, administering the enema and finishing it..it was over within an hour. It was certainly a different experience, and one that I'm glad I did on my own for the first time. Now I know what to expect.

Master and I discussed it all yesterday afternoon when He got home. He wasn't upset that I didn't wait to do it with Him, He understood where I was coming from. Prior to yesterday I was concerned about what the whole expelling process would be like...and now that I know...it's certainly not something that I want to have to share with anyone. I might be a slut, but I still have dignity, am still a lady and do not want someone hearing or listening to my bodily functions.
It all worked out very well. Would I go back for another? Yes. Will I do it soon? Maybe, that depends on whether He wants to use my arse or not. Will I continue to do it on a regular basis if it was my choice? Probably not. Every now and again is fine, but I'm pretty sure it won't become a ritual of mine.

Now sorry to disappoint, but there was no anal fun after He got home. Although I did direct Him to His computer to where a folder was opened which contained a helluva lot of girly pictures that I downloaded for Him yesterday. He masturbated to these. And as He did, I was His good little girl, sitting on the floor, my eyes fixated on His hand pumping His hard cock, with my legs spread diddling clitty until He came. I didn't continue playing then but left it for later after dinner.

Maybe next time I have an enema He'll want to try out His little slut's arsehole? Mmm..I can only hope ;-)