Friday, March 27, 2015

Kinky Sleep Play

Master said that he was into some Kinky Sleep Play last night, meaning, in his secret Master code (which I cracked) that he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep early.

Of course, it is always a Master's right to change his mind.

   He said I could put on a show by masturbating for him, but I better make in interesting.  I guess I did, because then he began holding off my air until I was near panic level of desperation, and "helping" me with the COLD beer bottle I was using in the show. 

 Then he ended up sticking his cock in my mouth, cunt, mouth, ass and mouth (in that order) before coming all over me. 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Message, Arrival, Finale

His message from work, simply "Having a good day? Oh, and #10 tip tonight."

I had just reposted this little gem from Sarah Silverman .

I love it when he flirts with me from work. :)

Hours later, I was in the middle of cooking dinner (baked chicken, stir fried vegetables and rice) when he arrived.  I bounced up to him, as usual, and started chattering on about my day.  He was standing very close.  He pulled my hair back and said quietly "It is talking to me like it's a person.  It had best remember what it is..."

 I pretty much melted into a puddle of goo at that point.  

Then of course we had to go about our evening as usual, with cooking, dinner, and clean up and homework and baths for kids.  

Until they were all asleep and he put on a movie.  It was Nymphomaniac, which I do NOT recommend.  It's a very slow movie, and pretty dull really.  But it does have a lot of sex, so he fast forwarded to those bits and watched them while I sucked his cock.  It has a LOT of sex.  It is pretty much dull unsexy sex alternating with dull conversation.  And no whipping at all (sad face).   He pushed my face down to his crotch.   I had much more fun sucking him until my neck and mouth ached and my knees ached and my feet were asleep from kneeling.   He put me over the couch arm and fucked me, but I was quite dry.

A bit later I waited, head down/ ass up, on the floor in our room.  When he came in, instead of speaking he walked around behind me, flipped my robe up and told me to close my legs.  This is a kindness, to keep the belt from hitting my exposed cunt.  After this, he had me stand and strip, then he attached the clover clamps to my nipples.  He'd like to pull the chain around the back, and tries to pull my poor nip off, but the chain won't reach that way.  So it goes on the front.  Then he took one of my 5 lb dumbbells and attached it to the chain.  I'm scared he's going to let go of it, but he just allows it to give a good painful stretch before removing the clamps.  Whew!
 He bent me over his leg and hit my ass a few times with the tire tread paddle, until I was dancing about.

I wasn't dry down there anymore, that is for sure!  

He told me to lie on my back, and got out the long handled driving whip.  I covered my eyes as he flicked it all across my body.  He dragged the paddle across my cunt, licked me there, made me come.   Once we were in bed he fucked me quite sore.  There was a wee bit of weeny struggling, but he had me pinned down really well.  I can still feel it, plus I have a new bruise from that tire tread wicked thing! 
 

 


Go Fund Me site for fellow blogger

I'm sharing this in the hopes of getting the word out to people who have read Kinky and Poly and who have enjoyed the posts on Kink of the Week, which Jade was doing before tragedy ripped apart their world.  

http://www.gofundme.com/jadewarrenadam

I hope people will help if they are able, and/or include them in your positive wishes or prayers, whatever your inclination. 

The legal system really is stacked against them here.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Love for Him


  " You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry."
--Unknown


You make me laugh as easily as you make me cry; I do love you so.  

 “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
Alfred Tennyson



“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
Robert Fulghum,
True Love


I let it fall, my heart,
And as it fell you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me
My hands, they're strong
But my knees were far too weak,
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ri7-vnrJD3k

Monday, March 23, 2015

It

It.

A funny little word to make so much difference.  It takes away personhood.   Just for a short time, in a seductive way.

It barely registered with me at the time.  I was kneeling in front of my Master, being used as a hole, and he was hitting me with the cane, hard.

The cane strikes were bad enough to disrupt my sucking ability, and he was correcting me for being a bad hole.  It can suck better than that.  It better suck harder.  Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

The hitachi wand was buzzing between my legs.  With all that going on, I didn't need to think, wasn't able to think.  It is a hole.

The word touched me, but it's only now when I'm trying to think back to what was said and what happened that it makes me want to wrap up in a great fuzzy blanket of non personhood objectification.  At the time I wasn't thinking much at all.  Just like an it to not think.

Before the caning and the sucking he'd attached the clover clamps to my nipples and made me jump up and down.  Holding weights. Being some kind of weird, perverted, gently sobbing cheerleader. 

 He moved one clamp to my cunt lip and made me jump some more.   Bounce for me, he says.  Bigger bounces! He got it all on video, and I'm amazed by the amount of whining I do when I watch them later.   It was fun though, a special kind of fun, especially when he took the clamps off.

Before he did the clamps he'd told me to put the butt plug in.  Then I had to run all around the house collecting items for him, like dumbbell weights.  I was worried that he was going to attach those somehow, but he just had me hold them like pompoms.

I'm getting excited and getting things all out of order here.  Oh well.

After and during the caning I was allowed many orgasms, then there was a lot of fucking, with the butt plug still in. Lots of fucking.

When he was done there was a shower together, (it got pissed on as usual).   He told me I smelled like cunt and piss.  Which was good.  He was smiling around the edges of his eyes.   I was smiling all over.

I got the placed cleaned up and I made cookies.  He made soup. Then we had friends over for gaming, a nice afternoon of Settlers of Cataan, matzo ball soup, oatmeal scotcheroos and Basari.   It was nice and weirdly normal.  

The morning had been outstanding though.   I'm still processing "it".

Saturday, March 21, 2015

A Good Good Night

It started with the driving whip and ended with a lot of forceful rough "play rape" type sex where I struggled to get away and he held me down and hurt me and fucked me until I gave in and had no more struggles to put up.  

It was a very hot night even with the freezing rain outside.  

Friday, March 20, 2015

House Elf Play

We were joking the other day about what "house elf play" would be like.  I think I would definitely be Winkie (the house elf in Harry Potter who dreads freedom) rather than Dobby (the one who tricks his cruel Master into freeing him- giving a house elf clothing frees them magically).

Master said it would look like this:

Winkie says "Oh look, Master has given Winkie a used condom.  Winkie doesn't know if this counts as clothes or not?"

(It doesn't.)

And here I was thinking "house elf play" sounded like I could get all the chores done magically without effort.