Blarg 2.0

Writing at 1pm

Feeling super tired today already, it is currently 102 degrees and supposed to hit 104. Me and the sun are not frends today. Chugging water to try and avoid the heat stroke I can feel comeing on in the form of a headache. Moving in this kind of heat and humidity takes a bit more willpower than usual. Working in it… a whole lot more.

Writeing at 3pm.

Sitting in the walk in fridge in the kitchen to bring down core temperature. The thermometer on the shop read 105 in the shade. Knew I had to cool down when my hands started to shake. Core temp was 103.

Hmm… nausea. Headache. Shakeing hands. Yup.. heat stroke. Writing is hard because thinking is hard. But I figured what else am I going to do while I wait..

Its interesting where your mind goes in times of stress or duress. Right now I am thinking of home, my big bed with cool sheets. Not looking forward to going to the store after work but S came down with a chest cold and I promised to get things so she could make herself some soup. Back is bothering me a bit, probably shouldn’t have lifted those 10 80lb bags of concrete but there wasn’t anyone else around that could. So I did.

Thoughts are becoming clearer now and nausea is receding. Blarg… so tired. Oh well.. such is life. Back to work.

Not letting the heat win. -SirHanz



Already slick with sweat,

Heart pounding with the song,

Of work,

Cicadas play a harmony,

With burning sholders,

And the blessed wind,

Hours to go,

With my constant companion,

Watching from on high,

Urging me,

To struggle,


Best wishes-SirHanz

A rather warm day.

Today was a test. A test of endurance and fortitude. 101 degrees with 86% humidity. And out in a field with not a tree to be seen.. was I. Swinging a pick to make a 50ft trench a foot and a half deep so that tomorow when it is again blazing hot I can lay in electrical conduit and pull wire for a new braker panel. A little past 3pm i took a break and just for grins put the thermometer i use to measure my core temp onto the top of my hat. 114 degrees. I pressed it against my neck to measure my core temp. 102. Yah… aproching danger zone. Cold water and shade brought it down fairly quickly. And I had a little helper to distract me one of the peahens likes to follow me around when I am working near the temple.

Then it was back to work.. fuck this heat. I have survived worse. Breathe deep, make shure the overheated brain is getting plenty of oxygen. Douse my hat and shoulders in cold water. And dig.

5pm. Trench done.

Core temp 103.

Fucking hell.. cut it close. A few more degrees and my brain would literally start to cook and die. Strait to the walk in freezer. 4 minutes in there and I was back to the normal 98.9. Yah.. high metabolism, I run a bit hot normally.

Whew.. what a day. Time for tacos. Just for today I’m off the diet. I think I earned tacos.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Dear diary..

Woke up this morning feeling stiff and sore. I think I may have overdone it a bit with the exercise this last weekend. Work should be challenging to say the least. It’s going to be 100 degrees today and I have a ton of things to do. I really should have taken some ibuprofen before leaving the house… oh well.. maybe next time.

I was thinking about how weird it’s going to be to date again on the way to work. It’s not that I am not confident in who I am, I think it’s that when you have not used a skillset in 15 years you tend to be a little nervous about doing it again. I keep telling myself that its not like I am rushing to find someone but i am trying to put myself out there more.

Had a simple lunch of rice and curry, one of the benefits of working where I do is free Indian cooking. It’s usually nothing fancy but it’s good and healthy.

I rescued a damsel in distress today. One of the residents at the temple was loading boxes on her golf cart and one slipped, landing on the gas pedal. The cart took of and embedded itself in the woods. Fortunately she nor the cart were badly hurt but it took me about 20 minutes with the chainsaw to free the cart from the trees.

I am fairly shure my brain is cooked. Did 10hrs today out in the sun. And whew.. I definitely needed a shower when i got home. A long cold one. But all clean and smelling good again. Now if only i could shake this heat headache. Maybe food will help. Just took the pizza out of the oven and am letting it cool. (Yes.. I know.. pizza bad for Hanz diet. But was just too tired to go to the store to get something else tonight.) Besides I am fairly shure o lost about 2lbs today just from working out in the heat.. pants were feeling a little loose by the time I got home.

I hope your day was cooler than mine.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Dinner in summer

The sun was still high as he showed her to the table on the patio..

She walked out the door a half step behind him, the heat hit her like a wave…

The vary air seemed to sizzle. Above the metal grate of the table the air rippled like water..

Without a word he pulled out the seat for her, she slid into the seat wincing as her naked thighs beneath the sundress touched the hot metal…

A bead of sweat began a slow journey down her neck..

Smiling, he sat across from her and pulled away the cloth covering their food.

She eyed his bowl… ice cream.. of course it was…

Now openly grinning he spoke as he retrieved his spoon.”shall we enjoy our meal?”

Her eyes turned downward.. excited.. dreading… chilli..

The smell of peppers and cumin wraped around her her thoughts focused on his dancing eyes.. damm him.. and I bet he made it spicey too…

Determined to not show weakness she primly lifted her spoon and casually popped a bite in her mouth..

His grin widened as sweat began to bead on her brow.. here it comes… she chewed, swallowed, and smiled at him.. “it’s good sir.. thank……” she lunged for the glass of water..

Hot! Too hot! Why? Why was the water not helping? She looked at the frosty glass.. glass… the God dammed glass was frosted! The water was hot!

She could almost hear the leaves on the tree beside them crisping in the heat..

Sweat rolled between her breasts.. darkening her sundress with salty moisture..

He watched her over his spoon loaded with vanilla sweet cream… her hand shook..

She set her spoon carefully down beside the bowl.. “it’s too hot sir… ” she knew she was disobeying.. finding excuses..

His spoon clinked loudly agenst the bowl, startling her and drawing her attention to him…

“Eat .. your.. dinner.” He was no longer smileing… she was trying to take control… and he would have none of it.

He rose from his chair, moving to stand behind her..

What was he doing? She dared not look… her mouth still felt like she had swallowed burning coals..

Leather touched her bare sholder.. just resting there.. she could smell the oil that kept it supple, and just barely see it from the corner of here eye..

The belt… he had taken off his belt.. the realization hit her like an out of control bus…he had known it was too hot.. he had planned this..

And the thought made her want for more… he had been in control.. from the vary first moment.

Her shoulders slumped.. she hung her head..

His voice whispered in her ear… “will you eat what I have so lovingly prepared for you?”

There could be only one answer.. and she knew it… she shook her head no..

He slipped the belt around her neck, pulling upward.. she scrambled to rise so as not to choke…

He could see her curves beneath the light fabric as it clung to her damp skin..

She wore nothing underneath..

She was held there.. the leather biteing into her neck for only a moment.. it felt like forever..

“Naughty girls..” with a flick of his hand he slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders…

“Get punished..” gripping the back of her dress he yanked downward.. flowers strewn across fabric cascaded in a flurry to rest around her feet…

She could feel the heat of the sun beat down apon her pale flesh… exposed.. but only for him…

He walked around the table, still holding the belt and with a jerk pulled her forward bending her over the hot metal of the table..

Her thighs touched the rim of the table and she had to bite back a yelp.. dear maker that was hot!

She pulled testingly at the belt as he tied the belt to a table leg… she was bent at the waist and had just enough room to not touch the hot metal if she kept vary still…

Her breath became rapid as she strained to hold the position.. the heat radiating off the table made her whole body flush.. she could smell the hot iron inches below her..

While she was distracted by her predicament he again slipped behind her and scooped an ice cube from his water…

Sweat dripped from her now.. droplets falling from her chin and belly..

Heat begun to radiate from within her as well.. it was not only salt that slicked her thighs..

She cried out and jerked as the ice shocked the skin in the small of her back… her hips touched.. her nipples touched… heat seared tender flesh…

She pushed herself backward.. desperate.. frantic to escape the burning pain… and impaled herself on his waiting member..

Again she cried out.. a moaning lust filled noise of desperation and need..

He smirked as she threw herself backward apon him.. wrapping her hair around his hand he pulled her face up and away from the blazing table..

He bent and lips still chilled from his frozen treat kissed the back of her neck..

She felt herself give way as he pushed deeper.. and his lips.. when they touched her.. they became… everything…

He could feel the moment when she let go.. giving herself to him.. wanting him.. to take..

His hand rested on the middle of her back between her shoulders.. she was chaos.. frantically pressing back against him… he was control.. steady, but giving no rest..

His hand pressed down..

She felt the pressure in the midst of dream like pleasures.. she knew what it ment.. he would not have to force her.. she wanted it.. needed it.. she would show him her submission..

She let go.. her body went limp..

The table shook.. she screamed out her orgasum as belly and chest and hips exploded with pain… and pleasure.. and something that was more without even a name..

His mind reeled.. she had.. willingly.. for him..

He threw back his head.. convuseing within her.. she was his.. without any dought..

The hot breeze smelled of fresh cut grass and dried out wood..

He lifted her.. undoing the belt.. holding her cradled in his arms..

Her face was wet.. tears and sweat mixed apon her cheeks.. he gently kissed the red marks apon her chest..

She moaned.. still shaken.. still shakeing.. where was she.. it didnt matter.. she was with him..

He sat on the couch inside.. still holding her… letting her bask in the cool dry air.. “you did well. I am proud of you, and I accept your gift in the spirit with which it was given.”

Fresh tears welled in her eyes.. not from pain or ecstasy, but gratitude and love..

He held her like that.. slowly giving her cool water.. running gentle fingers across the diamond shaped marks on her belly..

Each time his calloused hands touched her… she would remember… she snuggled closer..

remembering the moment she became his…

Best wishes -SirHanz

Just a peek

Oh.. the things in my head some days…

Here is just a peek at the odd things that go on up there throughout the day.

I woke up this morning tired, mild headache from allergies, still a bit turned on from a nice dream and thought.. I wonder what it would be like to go back to bed and fall asleep getting a blowjob….I wonder, could this be a new thing? The “nap job”?

Sipping my tea on the couch, reading blogs.. a thought occurs to me. How long has it been since I have seen a sub get rope drunk?

Driving to work, a nice looking lady in the car beside me smiles at me. I wonder.. does she just like my hat?

Lunch.. sandwich and chips… why do they put a health warning on cigarettes but not on the huge dildos and plugs?

Working, eat a dick sun. Gawd I am tired…

Hmm.. is it ironic if ice cube gets heat stroke?

Home, gotta make food so I dont wake up starving at 4am… passed out for an hour in recliner instead. Was woken by dog jumping on nuts.

Time for bed, this room could use some flowers. And a naked submissive. Maybe a dimmer bedside lamp as well… seriously too bright in here. I wonder what goes better with the decor… redhead… or burnett.


I fucking hate….. heat. I have a high metabolism and my normal body temperature runs slightly high because of it. Combine that with the fact my body does not shed heat well and I get uncomfortable at 80 degrees if there is no breeze to carry away the heat. At 90 to 95… I am miserable, it’s not hot enough to get rid of the humidity but hot enough to make me cook. High humidity prevents sweat from evaporating and keeps the body from cooling itself. At 100 degrees the humidity at ground level drops because the water rises. I am actually more comfortable at 100 than a humid 90. There are only a few exceptions, one is atics. The heat and humidity both get trapped up there, and there is no airflow to carry the heat away from your body. At 100 degrees it is 130 in the atic with 90% humidity. That shit will kill you if your not careful. And for me? It’s worse.

Most of my work is generally outside, so summers in Texas are brutal for me. Today there is a heat advisory with temperatures on the heat index of 113 expected and it got me thinking… using the environment for bdsm is totally a thing! Up north it’s the cold, snow and ice can have soooo many uses.

But down here in texas…. its heat. Burning hot metal… sweat… sunburn.. your sub misbehaving? Just have them stand outside nude for 2-3 hours. You dont have to spank them to turn their ass pink. Or have them sit naked on the black metal folding chair you left to bake in the sun all day. Get creative.. yes.. heat sucks. But its slightly more bearable if it sucks more for someone else.

Stay cool and dont sweat it. -SirHanz