#(golden terrace plug once again)

[foxfeast]

some of y’all are about to be real mad at me, but it must be said…….. mxtx is overhyped

[explorer-9-blog]

Treasure amidst the City

It was a lazy Sunday morning, I had just woken up, took my phone and plugged it for charging and sat on the sofa still waiting for my body to come out of slumber. This was a daily routine. I sat there gazing at the greenery outside from my living room balcony. My balcony faces the garden from where you can see the Ashoka trees with their thick foliage, few coconut trees at a distance and a badam tree and a peepal tree at the periphery. There is something soothing and calming in this sight of the leaves fluttering in the breeze, movement of birds from one tree to another and the melody of various bird sounds. Obviously the crows are the lead vocalists you hear but in the background one can hear the different artist pitching in and it is those artists and contributors that make it a melody.

So as I was saying, it was a typical start to the day and as I sat there my brother tells me that he just saw a crow sized black bird with brown wings flying and settling behind the thick floiage of Ashoka tree, intrigued I joined him in the balcony and now we were trying to get a glimpse of it, hoping the breeze would shuffle the leaves a bit or the bird would make a movement to enable us to get a sight of it. And just moments later we see the leaves move at a place due to the birds movement and a closer look gives us the glimpse of the light brown back of the bird. Its like a trailer which keeps us interested and as we keep looking at the tree we are able to track its movement behind the leaves as it is a big bird. Finally it comes and settles at one of the branches towards the outer end giving us a full view and it was a triumphant moment as our patience bore fruit. As we admired it's beauty we realized it bigger then a crow, I asked my brother to take a pic so that we can flaunt it but just as he went to get his phone the bird took flight stretching it's brown wings and it was a beautiful sight. My brother came back with the phone and I told him it's gone. Nature had done a good balancing act. He saw it come and settle. I saw it settle and leave.

The next step was to google the description and find out who the unexpected visitor was. The result was immediate. The beauty is called 'Crow pheasant' or 'the Greater coucal'. I liked the name greater coucal. It suits the image of the bird. Crow pheasant makes it sound ordinary and it was not ordinary. The internet image helped us admire it's finer details like it's orange eyes and the blackish Purple body. Step 3 was to share our discovery of sorts with fellow beings with its name and internet image. Wow what a start it was to my day and I sat there with a sense of joyous fulfillment.

The events of the morning took me down memory lane and to the reason why this plain looking at trees, listening to bird sounds and occasional rare bird specie sighting is so pleasing to me. And this friends is the treasure I want to reveal. My family moved in to this Mumbai society in 1986 right after yours truly was born. Since my childhood I remember not waking up to the alarm but chirping of sparrows. We didn't have ACs in those days and both the bedroom windows would be kept open to let the air pass and keep the room temperature pleasant. One of the bedroom windows had similar view as from my living room balcony being adjacent to each other. And the next bedroom window had a green curtain of sorts. And no I am not talikng about the cloth ones. Once you open the cloth curtain you will find a Ashoka tree almost hugging the window grill and this was the abode of the sparrows. And our society has these Ashoka trees at a distance of every 6 feet along the motorable road inside the colony. So that window was flanked by this Ashoka tree and one to its either side. As if this wasn't enough, we have a mango tree just behind these Ashoka trees, so even between those Ashoka trees all you can see was green. And in this way the sparrows became our early morning alarm. I don't see them much now and the sound has also gone down several notches. Also the AC being used now has made us close the window :(. So as kids we woke up with a natural alarm and mom and dad used to carry us to the living room and setlle us on the sofa there. And though we didn't value the sight from our balcony much then, we now realize it was paradise. With the years gone by the present day view from the balcony desribed above has changed a bit. In our childhood days the green from the Ashoka trees was complimented by a bright red gulmohar tree in its full bloom. This and a full grown cocnut tree with its branches spread out was what we saw every morning. This coconut tree was right in front of the balcony and the badam and peepal tree were visible from between it's branches then. If only I could do anything to have that sight again.

The parrots were regular early morning visitors of the coconut tree and unlike other kids we never found parrots rare or exotic as we used to see them everyday. The gulmohar had a charm of it's own. The blazing red had a different beauty during sunset with the mix of orange skies. When the red petals fell to the ground it seemed as if the gulmohar has a laid out a red carpet for residents of the society. We lost the coconut tree to pests and the gulmohar to construction of a building. Had instagram and camera phones existed then, my balcony view would have been my best muse. 

One other thing which is worth mentioning is the sweet sounds of the cuckoo that summers brought with them. The cuckoo has always been a frequent visitor. As kids you just enjoyed the sound and didn't take the pains to find the bird. That and the cuckoo made it difficult too. Everyone will agree it's not easy to spot one. But that too was accomplished when I sat to study in my bedroom window during my CA days. As opposed to a crow it had a slender body, longish tail and a smaller beak. Spotting a cuckoo till date is exciting as it's not as common as the parrots were. Summers also meant school vacations and I am glad that  unlike kids of today, we spent our childhood vacations in outdoor activities. We used to play cricket in the morning till lunch time and after lunch we used to meet again as sleep was considered waste of good vacation time. Tired from the morning cricket and full with lunch we used to just sit and chill in the afternoon. And the place to chill was our colony garden. We had a tree we called our own. This was a small tree bearing small white flowers with a 4-5 feet trunk and branches going upwards in all directions from the center. Thus once you climbed the trunk you had 4-5 strong branches to sit and lean on. The tree easily managed the weight of 4 ten year olds. And our afternoons were spent mostly sitting on the tree and at other times playing marbles in the soft red soild in its shade. As we grew up while the sitting on the tree remained the same the tree changed. The small white flower bearing tree no longer could fit us and we had our sights on bigger things. Now we could climb the trunk of the mango tree. Not the one near my bedroom balcony but the one in our garden. Yes we had 6 mango trees in the colony and the seventh one had its trunk outside but the fruit bearing portion was inside our colony. So the teenage afternoons were spent on the mango tree in the garden. We used to pluck mangoes targetting the fruit with rubber balls or using a bamboo to pluck them. The mango fruit is also of different varieties as we all know. And the tree in our garden had a peculier variety. The fruit was round and slighly bigger in size. We used to call it 'Laddu keri' cause of the round shape. And we took pride in it as this was nothing of the ordinary. After plucking the raw mangoes we used to ask the society Gardner to slice them for us and give us a mixture of salt and red chilli powder to eat with it. Till date it's a pleasure to see the mango trees in full bloom with the fruits just before the arrival of the monsoon. 

With so much greenary around the beautifully coloured butterflies and hyper active squirells were a common sight. But we have also spotted snakes in our garden while playing cricket and an owl twice or thrice at night. One thing i find silly now is the fact that we never stopped playing in the garden despite the snake sightings. We might have stopped a game a couple of times but we used to be back the next day or the same evening if we had stopped a game in the morning. Over the years I have seen many rare birds be it from my balcony or while studying for my CA on my terrace (cost me an attempt) [list below]. Nature, thus, was always an integral part of my growing up. No doubt it has a calming and soothing effect on me till date. This greenery around me is like a treasure in the midst of this hustling and bustling city.

Other notable bird visitors - 

Magpie Robin it's a songster very melodious

Purple rumped sunbird - small and elegant

White spotted fantail - its got a name from its look, yes it has a fanned tail.

Eurasian golden oriole - this was a rare sighting. I have never seen a yellow bird before and it wasn't difficult to find a yellow bird native to Mumbai on Google.

#nature #birds #birdlover #Mumbaibirds #birdwatcher

-Bhavik

[mistressxminx]

All That Glitters || Mistress & the submissive

Excerpt: 

“Eyes open and use your voice boy,” Mistress demanded.  “Tell me what’s the matter.”  

The submissive opened his eyes, gazing into the Domme’s.  “In hopes that I might find some Dominant, such as yourself, who might want to take me home and fuck me, before getting dressed I...” he struggled with the admission, “...put in a plug.”  The submissives eyes moved back down to his feet.

“Eyes back up here,” Mistress demanded.  “There are so many Dominants here this evening, but none quite as beautiful or demanding as me, is what you meant to say,” she teased with a knowing smirk.  “And look at you, being all proactive.  I wonder if you will truly get to enjoy your efforts tonight.”  She stepped back, dropping her hand, and gathering one side of her skirt, flipping it to reveal how high it allowed access.  The Domme took another sip of champagne.  

There was nothing quite like a formal bow tie and white tails event to bring out the most glamorous and outrageous fashions.  The only thing that could have satisfied Mistress more was if it had been a masqued event as well.  A survey of her closet and Mistress pulled out a dress in a gold silk.  It draped and wrapped around her frame, the wrap of the skirt giving easy access should it be desired, without the gaudiness of a daring open slit.  

Mistress loved nothing more than beautiful people dressed up in beautiful clothes; men in well cut suits being a particular craving she loved to indulge.  The champagne was flowing, the music easy enough on the ears, and Mistress was enjoying herself.  Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for her next victim dance partner.  The Domme spied him out on the terrace, and grabbing two fresh glasses of champagne from a waiter’s tray, she strode confidently across the room and out onto the terrace.  

“I thought you could use a drink.” Mistress said, holding out a flute while taking a sip from her own.  “Imagine my surprise and disappointment, to discover one of the best dressed, and good looking submissive men out here alone on the terrace and not inside dancing.  Please don’t disappoint me and tell me you don’t dance,” she teased.  

The submissive took the champagne flute from the Domme with a tilt of his head. “Thank you Mistress,” he said, mind reeling at the idea of this beautiful creature having sought him out; quite sure there must be some other reason for it.  “Just getting some air.  Haven’t had many requests to dance yet this evening.”  

“No?” The Domme asked with a tilt of her head moving closer.  “Then consider that tragedy rectified.  When we’ve finished our champagne, we will dance,” she instructed.  The Domme let her hand trail across the submissive’s shoulder and down his arm to his elbow.  “It is ever so discouraging to see people missing the true diamonds in the rough.  But I suppose I shouldn’t complain all too much since it allows me to occupy your time without too much fight.”

“No fight at all Mistress,” the submissive said, before swallowing a mouthful of champagne.  He shivered at her light touch, like electricity pricking from her fingertips to the nerves under his skin.  It made him painfully aware of the device he was wearing, and shifted, a pleasant sort of wince crossing his face.

Noticing his distress, the Domme immediately turned, hand coming up to tilt his chin up.  “Are you alright boy?”  she demanded.  

Eyes closed, the submissive nodded his head, willing his body to not betray him, and cause further embarrassment.

“Eyes open and use your voice boy,” Mistress demanded.  “Tell me what’s the matter.”  

The submissive opened his eyes, gazing into the Domme’s.  “In hopes that I might find some Dominant, such as yourself, who might want to take me home and fuck me, before getting dressed I...” he struggled with the admission, “...put in a plug.”  The submissives eyes moved back down to his feet.

“Eyes back up here,” Mistress demanded.  “There are so many Dominants here this evening, but none quite as beautiful or demanding as me, is what you meant to say,” she teased with a knowing smirk.  “And look at you, being all proactive.  I wonder if you will truly get to enjoy your efforts tonight.”  She stepped back, dropping her hand, and gathering one side of her skirt, flipping it to reveal how high it allowed access.  The Domme took another sip of champagne.  

The submissive nodded.  “Of course Mistress; I’m sorry.”  He watched, swallowing a thick lump as she stepped back, her touch and closeness immediately missed, and smooth skin revealed between folds of golden silk.  Damn, fucking hell, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and biting into his lip until he tasted the familiar tang of blood, shifting against the plug in his ass.  

Mistress tsked lightly.  “Whatever am I going to do to keep your eyes open boy?” she leaned in to whisper against his ear.

The warmth of her breath against his ear pulled another shiver, even as the submissive opened his eyes.  “I don’t know Mistress.  It’s not like you could very well spank me here.”

“Couldn’t I?” Mistress laughed.  “If I demanded you drop your pants right now, and leaned over the railing, and showed off that plug in addition to other things, would you not obey me?”

“Of course Mistress”, he groaned.  “Are you demanding that of me?  What would you use to strike me?”

“That’s much better boy,” Mistress mewled.  She stepped forward, the hint of a strap under his jacket.  She slipped one beautifully manicured finger under  the strap of the suspenders and pulled it up an inch before releasing it.  “With your pants around your ankles you won’t have the need for suspenders now will you?”

“No, I wouldn’t Mistress,” the submissive agreed, yelping slightly as his suspenders clapped back against his skin.  “You still didn’t answer if this is what you want.”

“What I want is for you to finish your champagne so we can dance,” Mistress said, deciding the submissive was far too interested in the idea for it to be an effective punishment at the moment.  “Can’t give you absolutely everything you want when you want it, now can I?”

The submissive deflated where he stood, but he gulped down the flute of champagne, watching as the Mistress sipped the rest of hers.  Once he finished his champagne, the submissive held out his hand.  “May I have this dance Mistress?”

Mistress finished her champagne, and set down the glass, taking the submissive’s as well, and setting them on the railing.  “You may indeed beautiful boy,” she said, offering her hand, and pulling his own with hers up towards his mouth, indicating he should kiss her hand.  

The submissive’s cheeks burned red at the missed cue but he followed quick and brought her hand to lips, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand.  “Thank you Mistress, you are far too kind,” he said, leading them expertly back into the ballroom and onto the dance floor.  The submissive easily pulled the Domme into his arms.  He was keenly aware of the the feel of his work labored hands against the Domme’s silky skin.

“And you’re even more beautiful in that particular shade of red,” Mistress cooed.  She was impressed with his skills on the dance floor as he pulled her into his arms. The skin on his hands was rough, no doubt from years of farm work, but Mistress found she didn’t mind it.  Especially the hand that slid to the small of her back, and the exposed skin from the open back of her dress.  “Where did you learn to dance like this?”

The submissive shook his head.  “I don’t know.  I think it must be you, Mistress,” he smiled.  

“Oh is that so now,” Mistress smiled.  “Flatterer.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true.” 

“Oh hush boy before I do something to shut you up,” Mistress instructed quietly.  She squeezed his hip.  

“I am not opposed to that at all,” the submissive replied, eyes glinting.  

Mistress chuckled.  “And didn’t we just go over how I’m not going to give you everything you want, when you want it.  If you’re not careful, you’re going to have nothing but that plug in your ass tonight,” she pressed up against the submissive’s lean frame to whisper in his ear.  The Domme felt him shiver against her again, and as he spun her around, his leg sliding between his, she ground down onto his thigh, rolling her hips against his.  

“Mistress,” the submissive whined as she rubbed against his leg.  He could feel his cock begin to swell with arousal, and he shifted as his ass clenched around the plug.  

Mistress let her hand wander up, fingers carding through the submissive’s hair, fingers gripping the strands and tugging gently.  “Yes boy?” she whispered into his ear again.  Her fingers continued to tease his hair.  

The submissive titled his head back into her tug, not at all embarrassed that he moaned softly and missed a step.  “Sorry,” he murmured, tightening his grip on the Domme, and pulling her a little closer determined to finish this dance and be everything Mistress wanted so she might help him with what he wanted most.  “You just feel really good,” the submissive said softly.  

“So do you,” Mistress agreed.  “And you’re so responsive and make such beautiful sounds.  I want to hear them again,” she said tugging his hair again. 

The submissive moaned again, this time having just enough warning to bury his head into the Domme’s shoulder.   He somehow kept them moving around the dance floor.

“Beautiful, beautiful,” Mistress cooed.  “Keep being this good of a boy and I’m definitely going to bring you home with me tonight,” she whispered into his ear.  “I’m going to get you to drop those pants to your ankles.  Can you just picture how the skirt of my dress is going to billow out when I crouch down, and take your cock into my mouth while my hands reach around and play with that plug?”

The submissive was painfully hard now, the mere thought of Mistress’ mouth on his cock driving him insane; let alone her hands playing with the plug in his ass. “I can,” he nodded eagerly.  “I can picture it.  I can almost feel it,” he drawled.  

Mistress let her mouth ghost over the submissive’s pulse point on the side of his neck.  “Can you feel that?”

“Yes Mistress,” the submissive replied lowly, wishing the song to just end already.  He spun them both around again, watching as the skirt of the Domme’s dress fluttered around them.  As the song came to an end, the submissive dipped the Domme.  

Mistress raised her leg and hooked it over the submissive’s hip as he dipped her.  The back of the heel of her foot slid over his ass and hopefully pushed on the plug.  She was rewarded with a grunt from the submissive before she straightened back up and brushed an air kiss to his cheek.  “I must make some rounds and socialize, and you should too,” the Domme instructed.  “See you in a little bit.”