Not quite the worst road trip ever

And that is only because I have had a lot of bad trips. It started out with everyone in the family being sick, except Master. He had briefly been sick earlier in the week but recovered. The other three of us were suffering through periodic fevers, nausea, vomiting, hacking cough etc. etc. So we packed up from his dad's house at about 12:00. I thought we were ready to go, so I loaded up all my stuff in the car. Almost two hours later, we actually left.

Leaving 2 bored dogs in the car with a box of Christmas chocolates. Not good. Not good at all. In my brain fogged state I kept trying to place exactly what had gone wrong with the packing. Hmm. Choclolate wrappers all over the back of the van. Yeah, that's not going to be good.

So I said, as we drove down the road, I guess if we hear them whine we better stop right quick. No sooner had I said that then there was a distinct horrible smell. We stopped at a rest stop, cleaned out the car, walked the dogs. Got everyone back in the car. Drove the two hours to my parents' farm where the rest of our dogs were staying. We had take the two miscreants with us because they were not well behaved enough to leave behind.

We stayed over night, but it was freezing cold in the house.

My parents live in a 3 bed room pre-Civil War era farmhouse. It is very drafty. I felt horrible, the kids were barfing. I don't think anyone got more than a couple hours sleep.

I had been watching the weather, and snow, rain, or a mix was predicted for today. Master didn't want to spend another night though, so we woke everybody up and started packing. In less than one hour we had all our stuff, 2 sick kids, one sick slave, 6 dogs, and Master, all ready to go. I had my Nyquil handy, and some plastic bags. It was already snowing.

I was warring between terrified of the snow and too sick to really care if I ended up in a ditch or not. Thank goodness Master was not sick and was willing to drive the whole way. One hour later, we had one vomiting kid.

Two hours later, it was looking like it might clear up. I almost was starting to think we'd make it home alive.

Another few hours, and the dog who ate all the chocolates exploded over the back of the car. I had thought we were past that danger. Nope. So we stopped, cleaned everything up, walked the dogs. This was hindered by a lack of paper towels or other supplies, but we managed.

At least it had stopped snowing.

Nine hours later we arrived home, and found the heat had not come on in the house while we were gone for the week. It was 35 degrees inside the house. Master fixed the furnace and started a fire. I made dinner. I guess we made it and we are all still alive and still speaking to each other, although my voice is pretty much gone.

Vacation

In case you can't tell, I have been on vacation.  Master and the kids and I are staying with family for Christmas down here in southern Missouri.  It's very snowy for this area! 

Anyway, not only has there been no BDSM for us, but the sex has been of the quick/in the shower/ furtive type.    Not only that, but I'm currently running a fever.  Today was the big family get together/presents/huge dinner and I got out of bed in time to eat lunch, then went back to bed.  Sitting up and typing on the computer is about all I have energy for.  Although I did tell Master I would go take the dogs for their romp (he did it for me this morning).  I told him I was feeling very useless as a sick slave, and he said don't worry, just get better.  He's so sweet.

Obedience over ritual

Yesterday was to have been a playdate with a friend.  Life gets in the way, though, specifically this time a snowstorm that got schools cancelled all over the state and left us with kids to entertain at home.  We made cookies, me and the littlest kid, and he decorated them with gobs of powdered sugar icing.  It was fun and delicious.

Later that night, after all was quiet, Master began teasing me, with a little pinch on nipple here, or a smack to the cunt there.   I was very tempted to touch myself, but when he saw my hands begin to creep close he slapped them away- smack, smack, smack.   I whimpered and wiggled in my seat.  Then he smacked my cunt a few more times, for good measure.

When we headed up to bed he told me not to wait on the floor in my usual position, but instead to get into bed, not touch myself and stay awake. 

It felt weird getting into bed without him so soon after I had been reprimanded for doing just that.  But his main goal is obedience, not ritual.  This obedience is what he wants, so that is what I did, even though I lay there feeling a little uneasy and very horny.   There would not be any sex until morning, and I spent a restless night next to him trying not to think about it. 

It's not about me

Last night was all about him, his pleasure.   It felt good being able to do that for him.  I was happy to make it all about him.   Even, or perhaps especially, when  I was wanting more for myself, being used as a couple of holes for his pleasure felt good.   This is part of my deeper desire, deeper than just the surface pleasure.   Giving myself to him is a huge part of slavery.

He said something to me the other day about cultivating a feeling of, what was it?  I can't actually remember his words, but it was something about having "peaceful resignation" in the face of events not going my way, of facing disappointments.    This is soooo not my natural state.   Resigned is something I have never been.   To seek, to strive, but not to yield.   Except to him.  

Cheese Truck Angel

For all the doubters that the Christmas spirit really is arriving, I have a little tale.

Today I went to see my Master at work, had my nails done, and then we went out to lunch.  That was fun.  He went back to work and I headed home.

However, I have had a hanking for some fresh cheese curds for a while now.

If you have never lived in Wisconsin, you may not have gotten to experience the wonder that is fresh cheese curds.  To tell the truth, when I first moved here I heard people raving about them and I thought they were all nuts.  What could be so great about fresh cheese?  And curds?  That sounded kinda icky to me, like something Little Miss Muffet would eat.    But now I have had them, and I crave them just like ever other Wisconsinite (and if you live here and don't like them just STFU, I'm telling a story here).

The best part about them is that when you bite them they squeak.  It's weird at first, but after a few you just can't get enough of that delicious squeaking.   They don't squeak when they are not fresh.

There is this one cheese factory on my way home, but I couldn't remember the way to get there.  Everyone assured me there would be signs on the highway, and it would no problem to find it.  

I didn't see any signs.

And then, Lo, the angels spake, the trumpets blared, and an Angelic Cheese Truck with the correct logo pulled ahead of me.   I stuck to that truck, still watching for signs and not seeing any, but when the truck exited the highway, I followed.  A few hundred yards down the side road I began to see the signs.  The cheese factory approach-eth!

The maker of cheeses was unloading bag after still warm bag of the soft white gold onto the front counter, and patrons were grabbing, paying and leaving with their treasures.

Oh, and the cheese curds, Lo, they were delicious-eth. 

Kinky woodworking

Is evidently a popular thing.  Seems a lot of people are searching on this and finding my blog.  This makes me happy in an odd way.  Laughing in my head, but not out loud. 

Another orgasm

Master told me to make sure I used the vibrator today to have another orgasm while he was at work.  I love those type of commands (skipping and jumping around here- lucky me!).


This was after he had pulled me up from my computer chair by the hair, led/dragged me into the other room, pushed me over the arm of the couch and nearly, but not quite, fucked me.  Just a bit of a tease.  Then he had me get on my knees and suck his cock.  He made me cum while I did so.  Several times.  Ahhhh!  Afterward he used my hair to dry his cock. 

Then he ordered me to lie on the floor and play with myself while he watched. 
One finger, two fingers... Cum!

What a good morning this is. 


From the blog of the world's most spoiled slave :>)

Weekend relaxing, minor glitch

This weekend we went to see The Hobbit, which was so long I was getting tired of sitting, but was really good, like the other three movies.

The surprise ending really shocked me, what with Bilbo being eaten by a troll.  

Sorry, just kidding about that.  There were some differences from the book though.

This morning our friend came over with her two little kids and they played, mostly with our youngest son.  It was a cool and rainy/damp day, but we went out tromping through the wet woods to find a Christmas tree.  They enjoyed finding rocks and moss and things.  It was a good time, and the hot cocoa and sitting by the fire was all the better for having been out.

The only real glitch in the whole weekend happened last night.  

Friday night I had waited on my knees, naked, in the cold bedroom for so long I was shivering and my knees ached. Saturday night I thought I'd be smart and get into bed, only hopping out at the last minute before Master arrived.  I did not figure the time right, or hear him coming in time, though, and when he found me in bed he said he made it pretty clear that he expected me to wait in position even if it was not as cozy as bed.  

Eeep. 

He said he hadn't used the thin leather strap that came from my purse in a while.  When I was yelping and squeaking pretty regularly as it was applied he said he wanted to see what it felt like, so he showed me how he did it, had me practice in the air a couple of times, then told me to hit him on the back with it.  My first one was rather a flop, so I tried again, and snapped him a smart one (I know a lot of subs out there are giving horrified looks now).   "That does sting, doesn't it?" was his reaction, then had me turn around and resumed working on me with it.  

In the morning I asked him if he liked hearing me yelp and cry, and he didn't say anything, just gave a big old wickedly glittery-eyed grin.   
I guess that answers that!

Bondage without bonds, and Gratitude

Placed into a position and told to hold it, without ropes or cuffs, I feel bound without anything physical holding me.   My Master put me on the floor and put my hands above my head, as if bound.  When I went to move them after a bit, he corrected me with a firm but light touch.  I stayed, until he told me to move again, while he worked over my body.   So many delicious sensations, and on top of it all was his control of me.  

He gave my poor sore ass a break from the paddling/caning last night.  I was relieved, since today it is still sore from two days ago.  Instead he spent an hour pinching, teasing and tormenting my nipples.  I begged to be allowed to touch my pussy.  The answer, a flat "No" was received by me with a moan of desire and and I snuggled almost gratefully against his arm.  Why grateful?  Grateful for denial?  What was that about?  I don't know.  I can't explain all the stuff that goes through my head.   But I felt it.    When he finally ordered me to touch myself and to come, I was doubly grateful.     

Sharing

I just wanted to share this blog post here, because I found it really interesting.

Aisha - Follow Up on Getting Enough

I fully admit to being a pleasure/pain endorphin addict.  I guess there are worse things to which I could be addicted.    Yesterday, in fact, I felt exactly like an addict who is deprived of her fix.   Shameful, perhaps, but there it is.  Jonesing for pain. 

I got it later that night, which may account for my good mood today.   First I was crying, hard, with tears, which almost never happens, the tears part anyway.   Then I was flying, feeling like my head was a balloon that was about to float off of my body.  I got the impression that my collar was the only thing holding my head on.  Weird, huh?  And no drugs or alcohol were involved.  

So, anyway...

I'm not sure if I should write this blog.  I'm not in a very happy place right now. 

We had plans today.   We loafed around, well, not really loafed, but Master made a fire and hauled wood while I cleaned house, until 11:00 when our friend was close to arriving.  Then work called and needed Master to come in.  So he went.  I understand, I really do, that he has responsibilities.  I know that I will always be below that.   But damn is it hard to accept some days.  

I was so ready, so horny, so keyed up with excitement at having playtime.  I heard him on the phone say he'd come right in and I was instantly shaking with disappointment and anger.   He called our friend, and she said she'd come over anyway and we could just hang out.   Master was not going to let me play without him being there.  

So we chatted, and baked cookies, and had a fun time, but it was not the playdate that I had been looking forward to.  I don't know if you remember, but last week it was cancelled because of work also.  

The worst part is that with this anger and disappointment comes a crushing guilt that I can not be the slave I want to be.   I can't shrug it off with a casual   "Oh well, maybe another day."    Or "I'm only a slave and should have no expectations".   Dang it, I do have expectations.   I do get my hopes up.    I don't know how to deal with it, I don't know where to put it.  I just feel crappy.   So.  Anyway.    Maybe tonight.  Or not.   Damn it. 

The paddling cure

Master had the glint in his eyes last night.  The one that tells me I'm probably in for some use later on. 

Sure enough, he pulled a paddle out and ordered me across his lap at the first opportunity.   At first it felt really, really good.  I came.   After a long while, it was getting so hard to take I started kicking.   Not at him, just kicking in general.    I tried wiggling away.

"Are you trying to get away from me?"   He demanded, in THAT tone.  

"Master, Master, Master...." I was pleading for something; I don't know what.  Forgiveness?  Stopping?  More paddling?  I don't know.  Pick two, any two. 

But after that I held still.


It was definitely a cure for my case of the blahs, since I feel all freshly-fucked-flowers wonderful today.    

Blag

I have nothing much to blog about.  Not much happened today.   There was laundry, grocery shopping, taking the kids to get haircuts, making dinner.  

Master has been working at home, doing things for his job and bills, so other than me bringing him tea we haven't had much interaction. 

I just feel a bit blah.  

Just a lot of pain

The kind that when it is over, and you are all cuddled up next to him on his shoulder, you can't decide whether to be grateful that you got to experience it, or relieved that it is over. 

Either way, there are few feelings in my life that are happier or more satisfying.   Not only do I feel perfectly satisfied, but I feel safe, owned, and completely possessed by the man who loves me.  

Sometimes I feel there is something not right with me, for thinking this way, but thank goodness for some of my friends on here who totally get this feeling.   With them at least I can feel like I'm not the only one.  

He started with putting me over his knee and using his hand.  When that got sore (his hand) he told me to go fetch the paddle.   This was a long, drawn out, sensual spanking.   Some hard, some soft, some really, really hard.  When it was over I felt and probably looked like a disheveled mess.  Sniffing back sobs, puddles of drool, the whole bit.    He fucked me from behind, then sent me to wait in our room.  I was already pretty out of it, and time was suspended for me as I curled up on the floor to wait. 

What happened next is kind of confused, but I distinctly remember a hard kick in the cunt when he told me to get up.   A hard flogging, some dozens of cane stripes.  The dragon tail felt like whispers across my back.  The belt snapping my thigh.  Pain in the distance.   Then the belt doubled over and I could see his arm out of the corner of my eye, swinging hard at my ass.   "That has got to hurt", one half of my brain thought, while the other half could only think "Oh yes, oh yes Master, this and more, please, so much this".  

The belt was replaced by the leather slapper paddle, and his arm still swinging hard.  I clung to his other arm. 

After fucking me on the floor, he stood over me and decorated me with cum.  He threw a wipe at me and said "Clean yourself up, slave, you are covered in cum".   Stumbling around the room in a daze, cleaning up all the things, my brain was swirling.   The emotions are indescribable.   The best I can do: degraded, treasured, beaten, loved.  

For SweetHeather, because she asked for details

So after I left the computer chats last night I went and stood by Master's chair until he was ready and shut off the laptop. I asked if he wanted me to wait upstairs and he said no, just stand there. He fondled me some.
We went up, I got undressed while he was brushing his teeth etc. I put on my leather collar, taking off my day time collar. I waited for him, kneeling on the floor as I do every night. I was feeling especially subservient so I leaned forward from Nadu (see I know one pose) until my forehead rested on the floor. Hands outstretched, holding the cane. I waited, pussy dripping in anticipation.
He came in and without saying anything walked past me to the toy drawer, took out something I couldn't see and smacked my butt a few times. It felt like the long wooden paddle. A few more times, harder. I was squirming just a bit. He said "I can smell you from here- you smell like sex. What do you think of that?" I just moaned and said "I know Master".
He took the cane from me, tapping it slowly, then harder, and harder until I yelped. Goal accomplished, he knelt behind me and fucked me. Just when it was feeling absolutely perfect he stopped and told me to suck it. I did, on my knees in front of him. He had the paddle, and was beating a rhythm on my butt at the same time (it is a long wavy one- sometime he means to get a picture up here). Then he got the cane and was a bit harder on my butt with that. Not really cruel, though, just slightly ouchy. He doesn't want to put himself at risk in that position through severe pain causing me to do violent things.
Then he rolled me on my back and used the cane on my tits. He took me again and told me to cum. I did and it was excellent. And again. A few more orgasms, then he came and we went to bed.
This morning, I was lying in bed wondering, you know, about maybe having sex again. I put my hand between my legs. Master put his hand there and found my hand.
"You don't touch your cunt without permission" he said.
"I'm sorry Master" (honestly, this had not been a rule before- I guess it is now).
"That's ok" he said.
We lay there for a while. He went back to sleep. I was thinking of last night.
He woke again, and I asked for permission to touch myself.
"Yes".
He started describing what I should do to myself. Put a finger in. Are you waiting? Yes, Master. What are you waiting for? For you, Master.
He rolled on top of me and took me, telling me to cum the instant he was inside, and I did, rather severely soaking the sheets.
He told me to get the vibrator and get on top, so I rode him and used the magic wand. It was dang hard holding back the orgasm at that point. He pinched my nipples and slapped them, which made holding back even more difficult. He told me to turn it off and suck his cock, which I did, then more fucking and vibrator.
The waves were building up. It feels like the lapping inevitability of the ocean at the base of a sand castle as the tide comes in. Eventually the castle is going to fall. Is he going to give the command to cum or is the castle going to fall on it's own without permission?
Just as the castle was starting to topple he gave the command "Cum!" and I did, so hard, and for what seemed like endless minutes. The tide had swept my little castle out to sea. I wanted to collapse but he told me to keep going. I rocked, fucked, came a few more times before he pushed me off and fucked me from behind as I lay on my stomach. He came also, with a shout, and I came again at the same time.
Now my cunt is pleasantly tired and sore. A happy beginning to the weekend.

I am lucky

And, no, not just because of last night.  

I realized in our lunch conversation yesterday, but not for the first time, what an amazingly blessed life I have. 

I'm lucky to be surrounded by good friends. I am lucky to have a family who may be far away in distance but who are very dear to my heart and for the most part manage to get along with each other.   

I'm lucky to have a good Master who gives me what I need, who loves me with all his heart and makes me a better person through his leadership.

I don't think it is all luck, as making one's one luck can be hard work, and I think there is some blessing involved.  I'm not a member of any particular religion, but having had a personal religious experience, I do believe in a higher power, and I believe I have had some help along the way.   I believe in turning the other cheek, in not holding on tight to bad feelings about dear friends and loved ones.  I believe in thinking the best of people, and not assigning evil motivations where it may not be deserved.  This contributes to the harmony of my life.  

I don't count on it always being this way.  I know there are disasters to face down the road, large and small, but I know my Master will help me through them, or I will help him through them.   I have faith in him. 

What is it about sex?

Sex is power.  Who decides when it happens and how is the one with all the power. .  For years, that was me.  I admit it.  Since a year and a half ago,  I have turned all the power over to him, or all the authority if you prefer that word.  I don't get too picky on one word or the other (power vs. authority). 

But somewhere deep in the back in the back of my brain (that I would rather ignore) I like to think I still have some power, some ability to choose what happens, and that is the reason why this is so hard for me, I think.

Last night he teased me much of the evening, with a tweak or pinch or fondle here or there.  When I was ready to go up to bed he told me no, I was going to sit on the couch with him and watch him play his game.    Later on, we went up to bed.  I waited on the floor for him to come in, as usual.   He came in and said very sweetly, "There's my good little slave.  Time for bed now."  We got in bed.   I was still kind of hoping for sex, or spankings, the way I always do.   Ever hopeful, that is me.

He told me to hold his cock and hump his leg.  Beg for sex, he ordered.  Beg for orgasms.  Humiliating.   I did all that, with the utmost in willingness and enthusiasm.   He told me to cum, and I did, but it just heightened the intensity of my desire to an almost maddening level rather than relieve any tension.   

Then, alarmingly: 

"No sex for you!"

and after a pause

"There's a good slave, now go to sleep."

Has anyone else heard those words at that particular moment of brain fogged lust and not had the feeling of their heart wanting to drop straight to the floor?  

I'm getting better though, compared to a year ago.   I didn't cry, or pout, or kick him in soft parts (heaven forbid).   I rolled over and tried to sleep.  Soon he was snoring and I was lying there.  For an hour.   And then another half hour.   Just lying quietly, hating life, hating slavery, hating certain nameless wenches.   The only ones I didn't hate on were myself or my Master.  I don't know why, I just didn't, probably because it would have made me cry, and then he would have woken up, and then I'd have to deal with having broken a very important rule (don't wake up Master). 

I finally got out of bed and turned the computer back on.  I read aimlessly here and there for another period of just over an hour until I was exhausted, then went back to bed.   Again, I lay in bed wide awake for a long time until I could fall asleep. 

At about 6 I woke up to hear a very grumpy and headachy Master stumble out of bed.  Before he left the room I asked if I could use the magic wand and he said yes.   I did, but not only did it take me forever to cum, but it was hella unsatisfying.   What I really wanted I wasn't going to get, so I made the best of the morning, getting him breakfast and tea, rubbing his achy head.   He let me suck his cock before he left for work, and I did enjoy that.  I was still desperately horny, though.

It was supposed to be his day off today, but he was called to work and he was mighty unhappy about that.  We had plans to meet for lunch, along with Mystique, so that was something to look forward to.  Not exactly a day off, but at least some time to eat together and talk.   We did have a very fine lunch. 

Anyway, now it is getting on toward evening. I guess I have rambled and complained enough for one day. 

Tease and denial

I'm so not on board with this tease and denial program.  Just. So. Not.

That is all.

It is all kaya's fault.

Education

On one hand, I was slightly tempted to write a whole blog entry trying to explain our relationship, and explain what we do and how we work, and on the other hand, I was even more tempted to just NOT. 

I didn't start a blog to educate the masses.   I write a blog because I like to write, and I enjoy having people read what I write, especially people who know in their own lives or have fantasies of what this is about.   

Also, I'm so far from an expert on these things, on being a slave, or on BDSM, that my educating anyone would be pretty silly.  If someone really wants to learn more there are dozens of non fiction books and websites where they can go read about it, or talk to people that have been slaves for years, or have been Masters for years.  

So there you go.  There will be no teaching and no learning here.   Only a few laughs and some kinky perverted sex.  It is my blog and that is what I like.   :)  

Sadist

I decided my Master is indeed a sadist today.

See,  I didn't want to have our second child's birthday end up being April Fool's day, just for the child's sake, ya know?   But  I went into labor that day.    He wasn't actually born until April 3, which meant a whole lot of extra pain for me.  

 Master thinks this is the greatest April Fool's joke on me ever and was just laughing uproariously at that last night.  

Who else but a sadist could laugh at 3 days of hard labor as a joke?   Even in retrospect. 

Color? What color? Damn.

I'm sure most are familiar with the red/yellow/green stoplight colors of BDSM.   I just thinking what if our stoplights were blue/orange/puce- we'd have different safeword codes.  Ok, side tracked again.  Shoot.

Last night Master was all in a fucking mood, so as soon as we could he had me on my knees and sucking his cock.  At first I was all "Oh, this is nice, pleasing Master is good, it's fun."  For a while.  I know this is all about his pleasure, but I was enjoying it too.  Then I started to get tired.  Every time I thought he was getting close he would make me back off and slow down, prolonging his pleasure.  I enjoyed the tired/sore feeling for a while.  Yes, pleasing Master is good, I was thinking.    Then I started to get really tired.  My throat was rebelling, gagging, my mouth was beyond sore and on to completely numb.    At least one of us was really enjoying himself though.  It's not about me.   About 20 minutes (just guessing here, I couldn't see a clock from my position) past the point when I would have given just about anything to stop, he told me to go upstairs, because he still wanted to beat and fuck me.  

After I had stripped down he started hitting me with the new wooden paddles.  Some areas were good, but there are a couple spots that still have bruises and cuts from Saturday night and, fucking hell, that hurt.  He seemed to especially like one same damn spot and very soon that had me sobbing.   When that happened he asked what color I was at.  I think I said green the first time.  

After quite a few more paddlings on the same damn spot I was still sobbing and he asked me again what color?   I couldn't think of a color.  I considered puce, or maroon, or mahogany (wait, is that a wood or a color?)  but all I could say was "I don't know Master" and cry.   I was lying on the floor at this point, and he raised my legs straight up,  paddling the backs of my thighs, maybe a little softer but I couldn't be sure.   Then he spread my legs, shoving my panties to one side, and fucked me, still with the occasional paddle whack (nik nak paddle whack, give a slave a bone?)   and I came really hard, multiple times.  The sobbing turned to giggling. 

Afterward we snuggled into bed, but my whole body was aching, especially my knee.  And my face. And my butt.   I meant to be quiet and try to sleep but evidently I was whimpering and moaning and keeping him awake, so he told me to get up and take some ibuprofen so he could sleep.  I did, and found the least welcome sight a dog owner can face in the middle of the night.  Sprite, one of the dogs,  had evidently forgotten to potty at her last outing - probably too busy playing- and had made a huge mess in the house.  So I cleaned that up, took my ibruprofen, washed up, and then crawled back into bed.  

Kinky Christmas

Last night we went to our local munch group's Christmas party, and it was a hoot.   We were in a new location which allowed us to play, get naked, and pretty much do whatever we wanted.  There was a kinky gift exchange, the kind where everyone draws a number, and #1 picks first, then #2 can steal the first gift opened or go to the pile and pick a wrapped one. As usual, it got extremely hilarious, this time because no one wanted the butt plug shaped like the president.  You have to love a country with this much freedom of expression, right?


Obuma plug
 

We have two new paddles!  Master was one of the lucky ones in the trading/stealing gifts game and ended up keeping a lovely wooden paddle.   Also, I surpised him with his Christmas present- a long thin, wavy paddle of the style that he had been lusting after from the same maker, Paddles of Distinction.  Those paddles works of art, and so nice and whacky.   Beautiful and functional.  I really do appreciate fine woodworking.  


Paddles of Distinction


Both of the paddles got a good workout at the party, as well as many other implements of
ksst-whackage.

Right after the gift exchange Master told me I had to take the paddle around and offer it to anyone who wanted to try it out on me.   Being the introvert that I am, this was not easy even though I knew everyone there.  Most of them accepted his offer to spank me with the paddle, some gave just few taps and some very enthusiastically.  
  I was pretty spaced out.  People commented on it.  I must have had a goofy look on my face afterward.  

Observation

A question was asked in one of the groups to which I belong, about studying/observing your Master or slave.    At first I didn't know how to answer, but after a bit more thinking it was an interesting question. 

Do you study him? How much? Why, and what do you get out of it?

I know my Master really well, since we have been together so long (25 years), but there are always the important day to day observations of what he likes or doesn't like lately, in addition to the "What is he doing now, should I be doing something for him, what is he likely to ask of me, what should I be mentally prepared for".   Those types of thoughts are almost always in my mind, and when they are not, I am almost sure to get a correction for it.  Like the other day when he was in the shower and I started the dishwasher up, giving him hot/cold water, which was not nice at all.  I should have been paying more attention and realized he was not quite done with the shower yet.  Doh!

I asked him if he studies me.   He says he studies me as much as I do him.

 The reason, he says, is to find my weaknesses.
 "What are my weaknesses?" I asked.
"Mainly chocolate. And cock." he says.