The message An unexpected Error Occurred was the first inkling that something had gone wrong. Turns out it had gone horribly horribly wrong. My WordPress hosted blog has been suspended. I don’t know why, they haven’t told me. I just know it’s gone. I managed to export the content, but for some reason they haven’t allowed me to export the images associated with each post, so I am going to have to try and rebuild each post, to try and remember which images went where or remove the references to them. In other words I’m going to need some stress relief.
I’m so cross.
Well furious would be a better word.
I’m also annoyed with myself for not assigning my domain name back in April 17 when I got it to my WordPress blog…. if I had I might not have now lost all my wonderful followers.
We (MrH and I) exported the content as quickly as we could and following the advice from Submissy we signed up with “SiteGround” to self host our site. They have a special offer on at the moment so it was £43 for the year including VAT. They usually do have a reduced price for your first year.
It wasn’t straightforward. Being an impatient soul I installed the WordPress platform AND A second one …. so they conflicted. Thankfully @NewSigns helped me to delete the second one’s code and as he put it “progress was made.” 😂
Our ISP doesn’t update quickly so using our home internet my site was showing as not found. Thankfully Google’s DNS updated quicker and we were back. [I should perhaps explain I had to ask what all these mean so for the ignorant like me ISP is internet service provider and DNS is domain name server].
Now we have the mammoth task of putting images back into the posts, and re-working all the internal links. As there are over 300 posts that will take some time. I have concentrated on the pages linked to my About Me Page and those showing as recent.
All in all it was a pretty bad day. I don’t cope well with things like this. My anxiety spikes and I get very stressed. There were tears and sulks.
When bedtime arrived I bathed and shaved. I lay in bed as MrH bathed and our son went out to the pub. After the day we had had I didn’t expect play time at all.
I was wrong.
MrH took hold of my leg and started to tie rope around my ankle. I thought he might just be practicing, he does that, so I carried on editing posts. Then I noticed him eyeing up the headboard. He looped the rope around the headboard, pulling my leg into a curled position, exposing my pussy.
He took the rope and attached it to my other ankle.
My pussy was now open and exposed. I could tell Sir was enjoying himself. His Dom Rod was evident. He walked around the bed and I noticed he had the wand.
“There’s no mat down Sir. There’s one in the bottom drawer I think.”
He got the mat out and the lube.
“I want to see how this works,” he said and turned the wand on.
His cock was growing harder and my hands were free.
“You may touch,” he said. So I did.
So did he.
He brought me close to orgasm and held me there.
“Please Sir are you going to let me cum?” I asked.
”I may..” he replied.
He kept me hovering on the edge a few moments longer. Then he said “are you going to cum for me?” He moved the wand slightly and I fell over the edge.
Afterwards he untied me, and took a picture of my ankle and the rope marks. I have to admit, it was some excellent stress relief.
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