Happy New Year...And A Little Reflection...

Happy New Years...

I have noticed most everyone I read has already put up their Happy New Year posts, so I am late to the party, but here goes!

I want to wish everyone who reads my blog and whose blogs I read a very Happy New Year.  I hope the upcoming year brings you everything you have wished for...even those deep down wishes that you have never expressed to anyone...even yourself (because sometimes those are the most important).  I wish you all love, happiness, success, and joy throughout 2013, and for all the years to come.  

I wish you great blogs to read, wonderful partners to play with, abiding love to cherish, amazing family moments to remember long into old age, and the sweetest of dreams in the darkest of nights.  You are all special to me, because, like my BD, you allow me to be who I am....and I am grateful for that.

And A Little Reflection...

Tonight, for me, has an aspect of sadness, as well as joy.  Much of my sadness comes from the fact that BD and I are not able to be physically together right now.  He is so much a part of me that it is hard to go through day to day life without seeing him.  My life was not all that it could be without him in it.  My heart had a hole exactly his size in it, and until I had him, that hole was never filled.  Now it is...but something is still missing.  His presence, his voice in my ear first thing in the morning, the feel of his hand caressing my hair in the middle of the night.  While I miss having a sex life (oh, Lord, do I MISS having a sex life!), that is such a small part of what makes me miss him.  His kindness, the love for me that I can see in his eyes and his heart every time he looks at me, his determination that I will not be my own worst enemy, his absolute and total belief in me and in the knowledge that I can accomplish anything I dream about.  Fixing coffee for him in the mornings.  Cooking his meals, so that I know he is eating healthy.  Loving him up close, instead of at a distance, because I know he is so alone where he is. 

We were able to talk on the phone tonight, which really boosted my spirits....while we were on the phone and for about an hour afterward.  After that, unfortunately, there was a crash...spirits falling to the ground at high speeds.  I'm not really sure why.  He has promised me two phone calls tomorrow...the first being at 9 a.m., so I really should be thrilled!  But I am not.  I miss him.  I miss him in ways I can't even describe, because they hurt too much.  He is the one person still living in this world who has faith in me no matter what, who trusts me beyond measure, who is proud of me every day....even when I am not proud of myself.  He SEES me like no one has ever been able to see me before.  He told me tonight that he knows me so well because I am his passion, his obsession, and his dream....it's his job to study me, and his joy.  That makes me feel so humbled....and so blessed to be a part of his world.  To me, he is happiness, peace, safety, and love...and I miss him....so much.

Moving On Before I Completely Lose It....

New Years is always a time of resolutions, but I don't think I am going to make any concrete ones.  There are things I want to do in 2013:  Lose weight, Stop Smoking, Get Published.  But every single year, I make resolutions, and like most of the world, I give up on them by February (if I even make it that far!).  So this year, I am trying something new.

I found the above icon and it speaks to me.  I have so many goals, so many things I dream about and want to accomplish, but I have NO OOMPH!  (Definition:  OOMPH - the thing inside you that makes you put yourself out there, that makes you take the steps to accomplish your goals, instead of sitting back and wanting them without ever making any progress.)  I don't know if it is caused by a laziness gene, my tendency to procrastinate, or perhaps the absolute fear....the fear of ACCOMPLISHING my goals, which is ALMOST as strong as the fear of NOT accomplishing them.  Or perhaps it is depression....who really knows.  All I know is that the OOMPH is not there, and I need to get some! 

So...instead of making concrete resolutions, I have decided that the statement on the above icon is something I want to begin living by.  I want to go after what I want!  I want to ask for what I desire!  And I want to take, not just the first step, but all the steps to get me there!

So here I go, world!  Or, should I say here I come!

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

Cassaundra

I've Got It!!!

Finally, after HOURS of thinking about this (I say, tongue in cheek, because I just brought this up in my last blog post last night), I have figured out what I am going to call my meme!  Thank you to Fondles, Phoenix, and faerie for the support!

I have decided to call my new weekly meme Sentimental Sundays.  I feel this gives me some room on days when I don't have an appropriate vintage picture I want to use to be able to use other pictures that make me sentimental or make me feel something that I want to talk about.

Sentimental:    
     a : marked or governed by feeling, sensibility, or emotional idealism

     b : resulting from feeling rather than reason or thought

This really captures where I wanted to go with this weekly post, so that is what I am going with!  

If anyone else would like to join me in doing this on Sundays, I would love to have you!  I am going to work on creating an icon to put on my page for it, so I'd be happy to share it with you once I am done!

CRAP!!!!!  

I just googled it, and it is already being used as a meme by other people AND it is the name of a blog!  Back to the drawing board....

To be continued.....

Starting A Special Weekly Post...and a Merry Christmas to All!

Hello to everyone, welcome back, and Merry Christmas to one and all!  I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and spent tons of time with your loved ones.  My Christmas was pretty good.  I spent it with my brother, my sister, her husband, her baby, and her husband's family.  They are truly great people (although her brother in law kind of drives me crazy because he lets his wife run all over him...she treats him so badly and I hate it, because he really is a good guy!) and just accepted us into their family just because their son married our sister.  With our own family being the way it is, that is really a blessing to us all. 

Now, I have noticed that a lot of people have special kinds of posts they do on certain days of the week (think along the lines of "Whiny Wednesdays", "Meme Mondays", that kind of thing), and I want to do that, too...I have decided I want to have a certain day of the week that I post vintage type pics and discuss how the picture or the phrase on the picture relates to my life at that specific time.  (Wow...when I type it, it sounds kind of dumb...but believe me, it sounds AWESOME in my head!!!  Typing it out makes it sound kind of serious....but I'm not sure if it will be!)  My problem is, I have NO IDEA what to call it!  That's where you, my beloved blogger buddies, come in! 

I really need some more brains helping me out with this.  Maybe it is the fact that my brain is VERY tired from the holidays and family time, or maybe it is the lateness of the hour...or maybe it's just that this is hard!!!  LOL!  So, I would like to request some help.  If you think of a good name for this type of post, please email me or post it in the comments.  I think I have decided to do it on Sundays (of course, that is open, based on the name I settle on), but that is just because it is easier for me to schedule things on Sundays.

I also want to start doing some of the ones that other people do...but I don't know how that works here in blogland.  I don't know if I need to ask someone's permission to start doing it, or if there is a particular person who started particular ones that I need to...I don't know...sign up with or something?  If anyone knows how this kind of thing works, some advice in this area would be appreciated as well!  :-)

Other than that, I am just spending some time catching up on other blogs, trying to find more writing jobs, and getting ready to send a MASSIVE letter to BD that I have worked on every single day for the last week.  In it, I talk about some stuff that I want to address here in my blog, but that will be for another day....cause I am tired!!! 

Thanks everyone in advance for your help!  Have a great night, and I will be back to post something with some substance (well, MAYBE with some substance!) when I wake up!

*hugs

Cassaundra

Taking a little break...

Hello everyone.  I just wanted to let everyone know that this afternoon I am going to my sister's house to spend the next few days (Christmas, basically) with the family.  My darling sister lives in the middle of FREAKING nowhere and has no internet access.....so starting this afternoon, I will be gone until after Christmas.  I will still be checking in on blogs and emails until sometime this afternoon/evening....then I will be incommunicado....

Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, and I'll see you when it's over!

Submission and Responsibility...

I have been spending the last couple of days reading blogs and learning how others live this lifestyle.  While some of those people and I have a near identical vision of our lives, some don't.  And that's okay....

But I have noticed that perhaps I have a different outlook on what it means to be a sub than some other subs do....Some subs and their Doms believe that there is no responsibility on the part of the sub for any issue.  And that's fine, if they both feel that that is right for them...but it seems awfully hard on the Dom, in my opinion.  I do not in any way intend with this post to demean or otherwise criticize anyone else's choices or lifestyle, and I hope no one takes offense to anything said here, because it was not intentional.

I love BD and want him to be happy always....with life, with himself, and with me.  We both know that he will make mistakes in this journey, as will I.  But I don't understand the mindset that any mistakes that are made are his responsibility.  Now, if a mistake is made that he could have prevented or that truly IS his fault, then I have no problem with him taking the full Dom responsibility for that....but if I make a mistake or do something to bring sadness to him, that is not his fault and he should not feel badly for it.  Of course, being BD, he will anyway...he will feel that I made a wrong choice because he did not guide me sufficiently into making the right one....or that if I act out, perhaps it is because he is not giving me what I need....and in some cases, this is correct to a point....but it is also because I made the wrong choice or because I chose to act out instead of communicating (which, I have to say, I do regularly, for two reasons:  1. because sometimes it is hard for me, as a sub, to ask for something I need...it is easier to act out and 2. because there is a brat in me who enjoys acting out...and BD loves her and likes to see her on occasion!)  There should be blame placed on me, as well.  

I have many responsibilities as a sub, in my opinion.  Many of those revolve around what I do and how I behave, both in public and in private, for BD, but they also include taking responsibility for the choices I make.  Many people outside this lifestyle believe that subs have no choices.  Maybe some don't.  I do and I feel I should take responsibility when those choices turn out badly...not just when all goes well.  After all, that's one of the things a good spanking is for, right?????  :-D

During my blog hopping, I found an amazing woman at an amazing blog and want to share something she wrote.  I asked her if I could link to it here, and luckily she said yes.  I did not, however, ask if I could post it here, so I am just going to link to her profile and her blog page.  It is called Submissive's Creed...and it is WONDERFUL!

Kitty

The Submissive's Creed

I hope you all go and read it...again, it is wonderful!

Thanks for reading!

Cassaundra (with a collar!)

Feminism and the D/s Relationship...

I have been gone for a little over a week and I have missed you all so!  Between illness, children, internet issues, and more, my presence here has been a little spotty.  But I am back now and feel that there is something I need to address.

I have just responded to a comment on my post One Dom's Outlook with the longest comment I believe I have ever made on a blog in my life.  While I was gone, someone from one of the forums that I am a member of made a comment on this post anonymously ( I KNEW I should have disabled anonymous comments!), which drives me crazy.  If you feel strongly enough about a subject to comment on it, then you should be man (or woman) enough to stand behind it proudly, name and all!  While many of us use nicknames or pseudonyms on the internet, at least we use them!  Am I the only one who finds it cowardly to post argumentative, slightly inflammatory comments on someone's blog while hiding behind the "anonymous" banner?

However, that is the smallest thing about this comment that bothered me.  The bigger issue is that he/she (I gathered the impression that it was a she) completely (perhaps intentionally?) overlooked the true meaning behind the post and simply attacked BD's statements about feminism.  Therefore, after addressing it in my reply to him/her, I felt the need to discuss it here as well.  

BD did make the statement that feminism/women's lib has robbed women of their place.  Perhaps, due to the fact that he was originally addressing me in this conversation and not the entire world of the internet, he did not explain himself as fully as he would have had he known ahead of time that I was going to use his statements in my blog.  I know where he was going with this statement, because he and I have had this discussion many times before.  He is not in any way saying that every woman's place is in the home (or as dear anonymous stated, "under their husband's heel/belt.").  He is stating that we have been robbed of the choice to be the kind of women our grandmothers were.  Feminism has taught women that we are equal to (although sometimes it has gone as far as to say "better than") men in all areas of life and that we should fight tooth and nail to be able to do all things that men do.  It has taught us that NOT wanting that is wrong.  Perhaps this was not the original goal, but it has become the societal outcome.  Before feminism got a toe-hold, women who wanted to work in typically male oriented fields were ridiculed and even assaulted for their desires.  While there are a great number of women throughout history who have flaunted convention successfully, there are an equal number who have been devastatingly punished for their audacity.  It seems the tables have turned, and now we are ridiculed if we don't want to be "the breadwinners, the Alpha Female, the ball-buster, because feminism has "given" us all the right to do that, along with the expectation that that is what we should want and something is wrong with us if we don't want it."  (I put this in quotations, not because I didn't write it, but because it is a direct quote from  my reply to the comment from anonymous.)

I believe in equality between the sexes, but I believe in it in the way it was seen in the middle ages.  I don't know where this phrase comes from originally, because I have seen it in so many places, but it completely sums up how I feel about feminism and it's place in our society:

“Equal in dignity, different in function” 

Women are not made identical to men.  While I wholeheartedly accept the right of any woman in the world do go out and be whoever she wants to be, I do not personally want to be the woman who is known for being able to carry as heavy a load as the men she works with.  I do not personally want to be known as the woman who has killed just as many enemy soldiers as her male counterparts.  I do not personally want to be the woman who is called ruthless in business and has brokered just as many deals as the rest of the guys in the office.  If you do want to be known as one of those women, congratulations on your strength, your bravery, your business acumen, and I truly and sincerely hope for you every happiness to be had in life.  Can't you simply wish me the same, even though my goals are more historically feminine goals? 

Kids and Your Lifestyle...How Does It Work?

Hello all.  Every week, my one year old nephew (one year and five months, to be exact) comes to my house and spends Thursday night to Saturday with me.  I love it!  My sister is ten years younger than me and never wanted to have kids.  This means she never babysat, never spent time with young children or babies, and at least I knew she was having safe sex!  But then she got married....then she got pregnant....and she loves this baby boy more than life itself!  However, once she found out she was pregnant, she began asking me to make arrangements to come and stay with her after the baby was born to help her until she was comfortable with him.  Well, that "arrangement" lasted for a year.  I have been out of her house for five months....and I miss the little guy all the time!  So this visitation schedule works great for us.

But having him here has brought up a question for me.  BD and I do not currently live together, and neither of us have kids.  I have helped other people raise their kids, raised people's kids for them, and babysat my tail off....but have none of my own.  So I have no frame of reference for adding kids into a lifestyle that is already set and is BDSM (or at the very least, D/s) oriented.

How have you made this transition?  Are your kids aware of what is going on, or is it kept more subtle in front of them and the serious stuff reserved for private time?  I can't imagine NOT saying "Yes, Sir", among other things, and wonder how this dynamic changes (or doesn't) when children come into the picture.  BD and I do not restrict our lifestyle to our bedroom....this is a true life for us.

Thanks, everyone!  As I think more and more about my life once I have married BD, these kinds of questions get stuck in my brain and I can't get them out! 

Today is a bad day, for a couple of reasons...

I absolutely hate when I feel this way.  I have so many things going on in my head right now, but none of of it seems to want to come out through my fingers.  There are a dozen thoughts for what type of post to write tonight, thoughts for several of my "in-progress" books, thoughts for what to write for my latest request from a customer....but that's where it stops.  Thoughts.  No actual words.  Nothing flowing from my fingers onto the screen.  *sigh*  Today has just been a rough day, all around.  I woke up with a headache that feels like there is a very pudgy gnome whose job it is to sit on the very back of my brain (and he hasn't taken a lunch break, much less gone home for the day), I was given an assignment by BD which made me very uncomfortable but was completed nonetheless, and the dog that my roommate just got is not quite housebroken yet and seems to think my bed is a great place to do his business....'nuff said.

This is also the anniversary of my mother's death.  Yeah, I know, death is not exactly the kind of subject that makes people want to keep reading...but it is what it is.  While on the outside this subject does not have much if anything to do with the life I live with BD, deep down, it really does.   My mother had a lot of flaws, but she was an amazing woman. She taught me a lot about life, unconditional love, and growing up.  She let me live my own life, gave me advice when I needed it, but never condemned the choices I made, because they were my choices and I was the one who would have to live with the consequences.  Every single day, from my birth until her death, I spoke to my mother.  When I lived hundreds of miles away going to college or working, she was the first person I spoke to in the morning, the last person I spoke to at night, and the person I always called when anything happened in my life - good, bad, or ridiculous.  Nine years after her death, I still reach for the phone when I have news, and it still hurts when I realize how futile that action is.  She taught me lessons about being a wife and mother that I rely on every day.  She also taught me about strength: keeping it when someone is trying to take it away from you and giving it when someone needs it.  While my mother did not live a D/s lifestyle, she embodied me with the knowledge that no one can take what you are not willing to give and that no one can decide your worth for you.  She helped me to understand that my desire to be who and what I am does not make me a less valuable person, no matter what society or anyone else deems proper behavior.  She did this without knowing anything about D/s or my inclination for it.  And when no one else in my life supported my relationship with BD, she did, because she looked past what others couldn't into the man that he truly is...and the man he is for me.  I spent a lot of time with my mother during most of my life, but never more than when she was diagnosed with cancer.  From that moment, I was with her 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  I stayed with her in the hospital every time she was admitted.  Though I have a hard time sometimes finding pride in myself (something BD and I are working on), I feel ultimately proud of that.  My mother saw me take my first breath, and I saw her take her last.

I think I just needed to get that off my chest.  The words feel like they may be ready to flow again.  My block seems to have been emotional, and this post weakened it.  I believe I can move on and get some work done, now that I have relieved some of that pressure.

One Dom's Outlook

As I may have mentioned before, BD is absolutely wonderful.  As my Dom and as a person in general.

Therefore, I thought perhaps having his outlook on our Dom/sub relationship would be a great addition to my blog.

Excerpt from my BD:

"I love how proud you are to wear my collar.  And while I don't think that totally defines us, I really enjoy the larger part of our relationship that it has come to encompass.  As always, I want to stress to you that I do not love you because you are submissive (well, not just because you are, anyway), but it does seem to fit that missing puzzle piece I never knew I needed perfectly.  I want you to always know that I respect and appreciate what a huge gift your submission is to me.  Those poor vanilla people who can't understand how beautiful and symbiotic our arrangement is are the unnatural ones.  

Look at the divorce rate today where "equal partnership" dynamics are the "normal relationship."  Compare it to the 50's or earlier when, pardon my turn of phrase but, women knew their place.  Women's lib is a wonderful concept, but it's robbed women of their place.  Very few are strong enough to take back their role as homemaker, much less to become a true submissive.  People mistakenly think a Dominant doesn't respect his submissive?  Hell, a true Dominant is in awe of the strength and power his submissive must have to be able to submit.  It's not an abundance nor lack of strength that determines which position a person feels best in occupying, it's the direction of the strength.  A Dominant is outwardly strong and can comfortably assert his or her strength, while a submissive is more at ease directing their strength towards enduring and sustaining to overcome any obstacles in their path.  

It's like a river versus a stone.  The river sweeps away anything in its path, eroding new paths and destroying everything it touches.  The stone sits silent and unmoving, unable to change its situation or find a new one.  Yet when the river meets the stone, the river washes away all the dirt and debris holding the stone down and washes it to where it fits perfectly.  In return, the stability of the stone gives focus and direction to the river.  Both become more together than they ever could have been apart.  

It may be somewhat chauvinistic, but it is the natural order.  There is only room for one leader in any relationship.  The P.C. bullshit about "equal partners" is a man-made construct that, try as they might, cannot find a place in the natural order.  And no, I do not believe that all men are Doms or that all women are subs, or that a male sub or female Dom is abnormal in any way; but any way you cut it, male top or female top, one or the other must have a counterpart.  Two tops would just fight over whose direction to take at every decision.  Two bottoms would feel directionless.  Regardless of gender, hetero or homo, that is the involatile dynamic."

So, as I have said before, BD would laugh at the thought that he does not respect me due to our roles.  WE are equal, but our roles themselves cannot be equal because of the differences in our roles.  Mint growing in a chef's garden cannot be considered equal to an ivy growing in a flower garden, because, while they are both plants, they are too different from each other for there to be any kind of comparison that comes out equal or unequal.  They are each unique and useful in their own way, neither being better or worse than the other because they are not interchangeable.  While you would never put some mint in your garden and expect it to grow up your trellis, I sure wouldn't advise you to put ivy in your chocolate pie, either!

Cassaundra (with a collar!)

Collaborating With Your Significant Other: Good or Bad Idea?

For those readers who also enjoy writing, I have a question for you.  My SO, a wonderful, Dominant, amazingly talented man, wants he and I to collaborate on a book idea together.  BD is also an artist, so when he first came up with this idea, he wanted it to be a graphic novel.  I know next to nothing about the graphic novel industry, so I did not know how much actual collaborating I could do with him, but the idea of him doing the artwork for the project really thrilled me.  Unfortunately, he does not feel that his style of art will work with the style he has chosen for the graphic novel, so he does not want to actually do the artwork himself.  

Through a lot of discussion, he and I have decided together (yes, for those of you who are unaware, even submissives are allowed input!  :-)  ) that while the idea of a graphic novel is a good one, his story idea is much better suited for book form.

Now, I am a freelance writer working my tail off to make a living with my words, even when those words are marketing materials, blog posts for people I don't even know, or web content for sites that I will probably never visit.  This is hard work.  This is frustrating work.  This is work that takes a lot of time and often shows little reward.  But it is writing.

Of course, I, like any writer, have many projects, ideas, works that I have begun but never finished, sitting in notebooks and on my computer just waiting for me to return to them.  My writing has always been a fairly solitary pursuit, as it is for most.  Friends, family, and pets all know to step quietly, speak quietly, and even breathe quietly when I have entered a world that they have not yet been allowed to see.  Many will even leave completely rather than break the tiny, practically transparent bond holding me in that world and then have to listen to my desperation in trying to get that bond back.

The idea is an exciting one.  A BDSM based novel with realistic characters and a quite well developed plot, it I may take the liberty of bragging on my Dom.  I am thrilled that he wants my input and my writing ability to be a part of what I feel is an awe inspiring project.  

My question, for those who have more knowledge on the subject than I, is this:

Is working with your significant other in this manner a good idea or a bad idea?

I am completely secure in my relationship, so I am not concerned that arguing over this project will cause us insurmountable problems.  My concern has more to do with whether or not two people who are on such opposite sides of the spectrum in the BDSM world can successfully create a great novel.  

Our differences make us an amazing couple, but how will they effect the story?  

Cassaundra (with a collar!)

What is submission?

Welcome back to all of those who came!

I have been floating around in some forums today and have run across a disturbing trend in the “vanilla” world.  It seems that a large number of non BDSM-ers are under the impression that being the submissive in a relationship means that you are somehow not equal in the partnership.  So I feel that this post needs to address this issue.   In a logical manner, I should probably write a post explaining the ins and outs of BDSM before I discuss the role of a submissive in a relationship, but after reading some of the comments I have seen today, I simply can’t put this off.  I’ve climbed up on my soapbox, blog-world, so get ready to listen!

The question that seems the most prevalent is basically this:  How can you be in a relationship with someone who dominates you and treats you as less than an equal and be happy with that?

First of all:  This question in itself infuriates me from it’s first capital letter all the way down to it’s underwear!  Less than equal???  My Dom, BD, has NEVER treated me as less than equal.  Submission is not a synonym for “less than”!  Simply because someone is different from you does not make them less than you, does it?   This is one of the worst forms of prejudice in my opinion because it is not even recognized AS a prejudice!  I am a wholehearted believer in equality, justice, honesty, and truth for every living being on the planet.  For a number of those beings to believe that my worth as a human is somehow lowered because of my submission is simply appalling!

Well, the answer I gave in one forum really says it all:

“I am a submissive to my Dominant fiance. We have been together for almost ten years. Being submissive to him does not mean that he and I are not equal partners in our relationship. I know, for myself, that if we were not equal, we would not still be in a relationship and I would definitely not be intending to marry him! Submissive does not equal lower level. Outside of our relationship, in work, other friendships, my daily interactions, I am a fully independent, willful, decision making, care-giving, powerful female. I have been since I was around ten years old, due to circumstances in my life. My submission to him is a way of giving up all of that control and responsibility in a way that is safe for me and for those I care for. My mother passed away when I was 23 and I was in the position of having to raise my 13 year old sister and 10 year old brother. Had I given into my submissive side then, we would have all been in trouble. If I chose to be submissive in my working life, I would hate myself, my co-workers, and my bosses. Yet in submitting to him, I have a chance to enjoy being carefree and taken care of and cherished in a way that I have never been able to experience before. I have never completely submitted in any other relationship, because submission is also about trust…trusting someone enough to allow them to make decisions for you or to straighten out a mess you have made…truly knowing that they will do what is best for you without having to worry about being taken advantage of…and knowing that you don’t always have to have all the answers, solutions, or responsibility. If anyone ever said to him “you know, I think you and Cass are not equal in your relationship. I think she is lower on the totem pole than you are.”, first he would laugh at the absurdity of the comment, then he would get extremely angry on my behalf because someone honestly thought that I was somehow less than him simply because I submit to him in the bedroom and quite often in regular, everyday life.”

I sincerely hope that this has put this issue in perspective for those who previously had a lack of knowledge on the subject.  I am an awe inspiring woman who has accomplished wonderful and amazing things all on her own…GIVING my submission to the one man who holds my heart should NEVER be considered a pall on who I am or what I have done.

I feel much better having gotten that out of my system!

As always, comments are welcome and appreciated!  Have a great afternoon!

Cassaundra (with a collar!)

Welcome!

Hello to everyone who has found my blog.  My name is Cassaundra (obviously!) and I am woman who lives a collared life with my fiance.  To those who do not know what a “collared life” is, hold on to your pants because I intend to explain it thoroughly over time throughout this blog.  For those who DO know and understand the lifestyle, you might want to tighten your belts or snap on your suspenders as well, because that is not all that you will be reading about here.  I am a woman who has wide and varied interests and who loves to share them with others!  Of course, some of the things I discuss may not be to everyone’s liking or suit everyone’s tastes, but that just means you should move on to the next post because you just might find something of interest there!

Comments will always be appreciated and responded to in a reasonable time frame.  Of course, this blog is new to me (as I am sure you can tell!) and I am still working on EXACTLY what directions I intend to take it, so suggestions, questions, or requests for information are more than welcome!  This is a place for openness and directness.  One of my main goals in this endeavor is to create an environment where everyone is comfortable with learning about something that is new to them or finding like-minded individuals to discuss lifestyle choices with.

So slip on something silky (or soft and flannel if you prefer!), grab a little snack, and let’s see what kind of discussions we can get into!

See you soon!

Cassaundra (with a collar!)