What’s Not To Like?
I love being a mistress. I don’t have to work within the boundaries of a job description; meet deadlines or achieve stressful targets. I don’t have to pretend to like my colleagues; and in turn, rattle the nerves of anyone…
With Love at Christmas
Every possible aspect of the last few months has been thought, spoken and written about. It has affected us all on so many levels. Thank you to those who have felt able to visit; it has really been a tonic!…
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, Snow heading our way; The presents were wrapped To be opened next day. The table was set – Mulled wine, steeped in spice; The food prep completed And Prosecco on ice. I sipped on white…
Read, Mark and Inwardly Digest!
It is widely accepted that technical instructions are written for men, who never bother to read them – they simply wade in to install, wire or assemble. Broadly speaking, women struggle to understand such directives, probably because they are written…
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas And time for a break; So a few days off Mistress would take. Cynthia too, would Have chance to de-stress Free from the nuisance Of Mistress’s mess. Another year over – So much we have…
The Beautiful Game
I have never truly understood Our love of the beautiful game – Celebrity status, controversy, Its silverware, fortune and fame. Twenty two men, testosterone fuelled Each hell bent on a win for their side; Fast and fierce, laying siege to…
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas With light snow underfoot; But Chambers were cosy As our feet up, we put. Wet stockings were hung By the fire, to dry there; My boots had been polished With Cynth’s loving care. We’d a…
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas And dark across town, As Mistress and Cynth With a brew, settled down. By the flickering firelight They sat on the floor, And chatted about The year gone before. Old friends were welcomed – To…
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas And chambers were closed; Whilst Cynthia busied, Mistress just dozed. Another year over – A new one to start; A good time for thanks Which come from my heart. To all those who serve And…
M.A.D.C.A.P.!!
Whilst slaves were voting in their droves yesterday, a new party was unveiled by Cynthia. No doubt its manifesto will be concise and organised with strong leadership and the aim to achieve a landslide in 2020. Just think what it…