This blog has been really tough to wrap my mind around. Finally last night Master told me that I must write something for him about what we did. So here goes.
Saturday morning it started with Master fucking me in the shower. Then he was telling me what to wear. And what not to wear. No undies. No bra. Skirt. Very thin silky top. Only my leather coat, not the parka.
Master and I went over to Saumya's house Saturday to help put plastic weatherproofing on her windows, in addition to some more fun things he had planned.
We also had to try out the new double headed dildo I bought. It is a great big thing, and I named it "Thumper" after Master hit me in the ass with it.
She had acquired a rubber mallet, much like this one.
So first Master beat our butts a little with that, and then with "Thumper".
He had us undress and lie face down on the bed next to each other. He commented that the smell of arousal was strong, and slightly different for each of us. What a bouquet we made! More beatings, with the floggers and other items from the toy bag followed, before he began forcing us to perform various acts with each other and with him. Not that it took much forcing, of course.
When we were both pretty blissed out he commanded "Stand up". It was hard. He began putting rope on her, and told me to kneel and wait. As he tied her, he also began hypnotizing her. In one of the stranger acts of obedience I've ever been required to perform, I made nature sounds to contribute to his work. O-ka-leeeee!
He roped my chest up also, and then tied us together standing against the wall. He flogged us and then used the belt. I have a feeling I got the worst of the belting (lucky me!).
There was a lot more fucking and sucking and slapping, and just all kinds of things- several hours worth. I'm very sorry that it all just comes in snatches now (heh) and I can't piece together the full event. Master had two orgasms. Saumya and I had a few (dozen). We fucked each other with the double headed monster Thumper. It was quite the slutty wet time.
I was wrung out, brung down, rung down and all kinds of mean and nasty stuff, but it was a fabulous day.
When we got home Master fucked me again. Twice.
My cunt is still sore.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Busy Friday, and Another Dinner
This was my Friday:
-start roast
-start laundry (5 loads washed, dried and put away, including the sheets I'm normally supposed to do on Thursday but couldn't because we weren't home)
-clean the house
-make 2 pies (pecan, blueberry/raspberry)
-clean the kitchen again
-write blog
-shower
-get dressed
-feed sheep
-clean up poop in the yard
-set the table for guests, hang out with Mystique and hasufel while we waited for Master to get home.
-finish up the salad and side dishes
-eat
-wash dishes, clean kitchen again
-play Lord of the Rings Risk (the good guys won. Master and I were the Orcs)
-take care of dogs
-go to bed around midnight
-start roast
-start laundry (5 loads washed, dried and put away, including the sheets I'm normally supposed to do on Thursday but couldn't because we weren't home)
-clean the house
-make 2 pies (pecan, blueberry/raspberry)
-clean the kitchen again
-write blog
-shower
-get dressed
-feed sheep
-clean up poop in the yard
-set the table for guests, hang out with Mystique and hasufel while we waited for Master to get home.
-finish up the salad and side dishes
-eat
-wash dishes, clean kitchen again
-play Lord of the Rings Risk (the good guys won. Master and I were the Orcs)
-take care of dogs
-go to bed around midnight
Friday, November 27, 2015
Pretty Brutal Night
Just what I was hoping for!
Wednesday night I was flirting with Master again, and I asked him to hurt me, hoping for something like that a little later at night.
He stroked my head and said he only want to make sweet, gentle love to me.
When I got a bit goggle eyed by this weird statement he punched me hard in the chest.
"So then you don't expect it when I do that!" he laughed.
Such funnies, Master.
Later on, after a cock sucking session, I waited for him kneeling prostrate on the floor of the bedroom, wearing my night collar and the fuzzy robe that I'm allowed in the winter. In a few minutes, he came in and said sternly "Naked, slave." That was my cue to expect a rough night.
He told me to grab the dresser, and he took out the mean toy- the tire tread paddle- and a long leather paddle. He used them on my ass quite hard, until I was dancing away from him, and then even a little bit more, before he told me to lie on the floor.
He cropped my tits, cunt and thighs. He took me. I started to struggle away, but he held me down, punched me in the chest repeatedly, bit me, and told me he was raping me, so I better enjoy being a raped little whore. I did enjoy it too, though I kept on struggling to get away. He told me I'd like being raped by anyone, I was such a whore. Mmm, all the squishy feelings! I came.
Master pulled out and rolled me over. He cropped me again and whipped me lightly with the dragon tail.
Then he told me to get in bed, get the pillow under my hips. He fucked me from behind and came quickly. Then he rolled me back over and grasped a nipple and pulled hard.
He flicked it. I whimpered.
He began a count down: "One hundred."
Really, 100 nipple flicks? Eeep. (In my head.)
He flicked it again. "Ninety nine".
And so on. He may have skipped a few numbers but eventually reached "Negative one" before he let me come and stopped flicking my poor nipple.
He gave me ten hard cane strokes on the backside and we were done.
In the morning I made his breakfast- fried potatoes, sausages and cheese in a burrito with tabasco. It was Thanksgiving, and we were soon to be heading over to our friends' parents' place (about a 2.5 hour drive each way) for dinner.
I microwaved my hot cereal, but before it was even done Master said he changed his mind about letting me eat breakfast first and said he wanted me upstairs right away.
He put the nipple clamps on me and pulled the chain as I rode on top (kaya, if you are reading, he said "I have to thank kaya again for these, they are SO FUN"). One of my nipples was still way more sore than the other from the night before. I might have cried a tiny bit.
He held off my nose and mouth with his hand, taking my breath. He let me use the vibrator as he fucked me, until I had two huge orgasms, then he came inside me.
We had to hurry and get ready after that, because it was close to time to go!
Wednesday night I was flirting with Master again, and I asked him to hurt me, hoping for something like that a little later at night.
He stroked my head and said he only want to make sweet, gentle love to me.
When I got a bit goggle eyed by this weird statement he punched me hard in the chest.
"So then you don't expect it when I do that!" he laughed.
Such funnies, Master.
Later on, after a cock sucking session, I waited for him kneeling prostrate on the floor of the bedroom, wearing my night collar and the fuzzy robe that I'm allowed in the winter. In a few minutes, he came in and said sternly "Naked, slave." That was my cue to expect a rough night.
He told me to grab the dresser, and he took out the mean toy- the tire tread paddle- and a long leather paddle. He used them on my ass quite hard, until I was dancing away from him, and then even a little bit more, before he told me to lie on the floor.
He cropped my tits, cunt and thighs. He took me. I started to struggle away, but he held me down, punched me in the chest repeatedly, bit me, and told me he was raping me, so I better enjoy being a raped little whore. I did enjoy it too, though I kept on struggling to get away. He told me I'd like being raped by anyone, I was such a whore. Mmm, all the squishy feelings! I came.
Master pulled out and rolled me over. He cropped me again and whipped me lightly with the dragon tail.
Then he told me to get in bed, get the pillow under my hips. He fucked me from behind and came quickly. Then he rolled me back over and grasped a nipple and pulled hard.
He flicked it. I whimpered.
He began a count down: "One hundred."
Really, 100 nipple flicks? Eeep. (In my head.)
He flicked it again. "Ninety nine".
And so on. He may have skipped a few numbers but eventually reached "Negative one" before he let me come and stopped flicking my poor nipple.
He gave me ten hard cane strokes on the backside and we were done.
In the morning I made his breakfast- fried potatoes, sausages and cheese in a burrito with tabasco. It was Thanksgiving, and we were soon to be heading over to our friends' parents' place (about a 2.5 hour drive each way) for dinner.
I microwaved my hot cereal, but before it was even done Master said he changed his mind about letting me eat breakfast first and said he wanted me upstairs right away.
He put the nipple clamps on me and pulled the chain as I rode on top (kaya, if you are reading, he said "I have to thank kaya again for these, they are SO FUN"). One of my nipples was still way more sore than the other from the night before. I might have cried a tiny bit.
He held off my nose and mouth with his hand, taking my breath. He let me use the vibrator as he fucked me, until I had two huge orgasms, then he came inside me.
We had to hurry and get ready after that, because it was close to time to go!
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Happy Thanksgiving!
I am so thankful for my Master, and family and good friends again this year. We spent the day with some friends and their parents in another town.
They made the traditional dinner and didn't even let me help clean up afterward. I brought the party potatoes as our contribution. Now we are stuffed and happy and going to bed as soon as I get my dogs exercised and fed.
They made the traditional dinner and didn't even let me help clean up afterward. I brought the party potatoes as our contribution. Now we are stuffed and happy and going to bed as soon as I get my dogs exercised and fed.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
The Non Crying Parts of Tuesday
Almost half the day was gone and Master was still getting work done on the computer. I mentioned that my appointment was coming up soon (ok, soon is relative- it was still 4 hours away) and didn't he want to do some things today?
He said "What things?" and I knew he was just teasing me, but I still didn't want to say out loud what things. I don't remember what I did say. I might have mumbled something as I wandered off. (Nothing I care to repeat).
An hour later, he told me to get naked, go get my leather collar and a leash and DO NOT use the bathroom. I bobbed my head with a grateful, "Yes, Master".
He had me remove all his clothes as well, then he put the leash on my collar and tied my hands together.
He took me outside and told me to squat and pee. Then he went on top of my spot while I held his cock. It's a "marking on top" thing.
Do you know how cold it is here now? Plenty. It is plenty cold.
Back in the house, he told me to go get my butt plug in, then he let me play with and suck his cock. Now and then he would have me bend over and fuck me standing up, then back to the sucking.
This time when he took me upstairs he had me raise my arms while he got out the lighter and brought it right up to my fuzzy armpit hairs. I stayed still, just barely, but I was whimpering and fearful as he burned some of it off. He didn't get my skin, but I could smell the burned hair.
He fucked me in bed, and had me sit on his face (not my favorite thing), then he let me use the vibrator while he took me again. I had some huge and intense orgasms, for which I had to beg him.
He came inside me. That was when the crying began (see last post).
He said "What things?" and I knew he was just teasing me, but I still didn't want to say out loud what things. I don't remember what I did say. I might have mumbled something as I wandered off. (Nothing I care to repeat).
An hour later, he told me to get naked, go get my leather collar and a leash and DO NOT use the bathroom. I bobbed my head with a grateful, "Yes, Master".
He had me remove all his clothes as well, then he put the leash on my collar and tied my hands together.
He took me outside and told me to squat and pee. Then he went on top of my spot while I held his cock. It's a "marking on top" thing.
Do you know how cold it is here now? Plenty. It is plenty cold.
Back in the house, he told me to go get my butt plug in, then he let me play with and suck his cock. Now and then he would have me bend over and fuck me standing up, then back to the sucking.
This time when he took me upstairs he had me raise my arms while he got out the lighter and brought it right up to my fuzzy armpit hairs. I stayed still, just barely, but I was whimpering and fearful as he burned some of it off. He didn't get my skin, but I could smell the burned hair.
He fucked me in bed, and had me sit on his face (not my favorite thing), then he let me use the vibrator while he took me again. I had some huge and intense orgasms, for which I had to beg him.
He came inside me. That was when the crying began (see last post).
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Crying
Master fucked me today. He didn't want to mark me up because I had a doctors appointment this afternoon and he didn't know which bits I'd be exposing. He didn't want questions. I had specifically made the appointment for his day off so he could go with me. I'm getting a permanent birth control installed. I didn't know until today exactly what it would be or what all was involved in the procedure.
After the fucking I was extremely shaky. It was one of those times when between the butt plug causing discomfort and emotion (butt plugs cause emotion? Well, I think they do. And discomfort), and the huge orgasms releasing emotion, as we finished I collapsed on his chest.
I began to shake and cry. First he tried talking with me, and I was worried I'd disappointed him. Then he tried blowing on my tummy, because I was due for one anyway, and why not torment me some more? Then, bringing out all the stops, he gave me a chocolate toffee bar.
So there I am, lounging on my side in bed next to him, eating my chocolate, when he takes off the chain leash I'd been wearing (ever since he took me out for my freezing-ass cold piddle in the yard much earlier) and begins beating my ass with it.
Eating chocolate toffee while being beat with a chain, I have now decided, is the ultimate in hedonistic pleasure.
When I tried to make his lunch I shook some more. I looked at the cheese I was slicing, my shaking hand and this little yellow cheese, and it was just so sad. I don't know why, it makes no sense at all now, but that little cheese was just so sad I had to cry. Master told me to put the knife down and he came over and held me, told me to breathe, until I'd stopped crying. He wiped the tears from my face.
I went back to making lunch.
At the doctors' they said what they offer is the Essure procedure, for which I had to get a shot of Depo Provera right away, as a preparation. I will have to get another shot in three months. The Essure can be done before Christmas, which is what we wanted.
The nurse came in with the shot and I was all freaked out again, shaking and close to crying (I'm not usually like that about shots).
I felt panicky and slightly nauseated. It all seemed like it was going so fast. She said she wasn't going to do the shot unless I was sure I wanted it. Yes, I wanted it. As soon as possible. I managed to get the hysteria out of my voice. Master told me to look into his eyes while I had the injection. I felt swimmy (giddy, dizzy) as the needle went in. He said my eyes looked weird and they both kept asking me if I was going to pass out. No, I'm not going to pass out over just a shot. It's just all going so fast. The Essure seems like it will be way easier on me than a tubal ligation, but still, having anything done to me like that scares me. Master told me if I really didn't want it I didn't have to, we could do something else, but he really thought it was the for the best. So I'm doing it. I had the shot.
On the way home I started crying again.
But I made soup for dinner, and muffins, and all is well again.
Master thinks I didn't enjoy the sex because it made me cry. But nothing could be further from the truth. I enjoyed it so much it snuck deep into my being and made tears fall out.
After the fucking I was extremely shaky. It was one of those times when between the butt plug causing discomfort and emotion (butt plugs cause emotion? Well, I think they do. And discomfort), and the huge orgasms releasing emotion, as we finished I collapsed on his chest.
I began to shake and cry. First he tried talking with me, and I was worried I'd disappointed him. Then he tried blowing on my tummy, because I was due for one anyway, and why not torment me some more? Then, bringing out all the stops, he gave me a chocolate toffee bar.
So there I am, lounging on my side in bed next to him, eating my chocolate, when he takes off the chain leash I'd been wearing (ever since he took me out for my freezing-ass cold piddle in the yard much earlier) and begins beating my ass with it.
Eating chocolate toffee while being beat with a chain, I have now decided, is the ultimate in hedonistic pleasure.
When I tried to make his lunch I shook some more. I looked at the cheese I was slicing, my shaking hand and this little yellow cheese, and it was just so sad. I don't know why, it makes no sense at all now, but that little cheese was just so sad I had to cry. Master told me to put the knife down and he came over and held me, told me to breathe, until I'd stopped crying. He wiped the tears from my face.
I went back to making lunch.
At the doctors' they said what they offer is the Essure procedure, for which I had to get a shot of Depo Provera right away, as a preparation. I will have to get another shot in three months. The Essure can be done before Christmas, which is what we wanted.
The nurse came in with the shot and I was all freaked out again, shaking and close to crying (I'm not usually like that about shots).
I felt panicky and slightly nauseated. It all seemed like it was going so fast. She said she wasn't going to do the shot unless I was sure I wanted it. Yes, I wanted it. As soon as possible. I managed to get the hysteria out of my voice. Master told me to look into his eyes while I had the injection. I felt swimmy (giddy, dizzy) as the needle went in. He said my eyes looked weird and they both kept asking me if I was going to pass out. No, I'm not going to pass out over just a shot. It's just all going so fast. The Essure seems like it will be way easier on me than a tubal ligation, but still, having anything done to me like that scares me. Master told me if I really didn't want it I didn't have to, we could do something else, but he really thought it was the for the best. So I'm doing it. I had the shot.
On the way home I started crying again.
But I made soup for dinner, and muffins, and all is well again.
Master thinks I didn't enjoy the sex because it made me cry. But nothing could be further from the truth. I enjoyed it so much it snuck deep into my being and made tears fall out.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
My Hair
Since mid October I have not shaved ANYTHING, not pits, not cunt, not legs, except for the day of the Halloween party I was allowed to shave a little off my legs for my costume. Otherwise, I have definitely gone all hippie chick on his orders. I'm not one of these girls that doesn't really grow a lot of hair, either. I have hair EVERYWHERE. Soon I should be able to make armpit braids. Today he found his delight in yanking a few of those hairs out of me. Gleep!
Master told me he likes my hairy bits for two reasons:
1. It just looks sexy. (ok, different tastes, whatever)
2. The main one. He knows I hate it and that gives him the sadistic smile of glee. He knows as soon as he gives the permission, I'll be in the bathroom giving my neglected razor a workout. His power over me makes him happy. His power and glee makes my cunt twitch.
So, I'm good with it. Not so much the hair, but with knowing that he is pleased.
Master told me he likes my hairy bits for two reasons:
1. It just looks sexy. (ok, different tastes, whatever)
2. The main one. He knows I hate it and that gives him the sadistic smile of glee. He knows as soon as he gives the permission, I'll be in the bathroom giving my neglected razor a workout. His power over me makes him happy. His power and glee makes my cunt twitch.
So, I'm good with it. Not so much the hair, but with knowing that he is pleased.
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Steamed Buns, Caned Buns
We discovered a new restaurant in town (ok, it is only new to us, it has been there for a year) that has a Friday special on steamed buns. This is a Korean food which you can see being made here and we love them.
On Master's orders (I'm not allowed to get take out otherwise) I went and picked up two buns for each of us yesterday, and along with some rice and broccoli I made, that was dinner. I saved one of my buns for lunch today.
I didn't have to ask what Master wanted after the kids were asleep. His looks had been telling me all evening. Every night this week he fondled and teased me, that is a constant every day thing. Wednesday he'd used me quickly before we fell asleep. Thursday I asked if he wanted to use my cunt and he'd said no.
Friday, though.
Friday he was eye raping me with almost malevolent, lustful looks. Pinching a nipple or fondling my ass as I walked by. He said I was going to get a beating. Possibly a fucking too, or maybe some come down my throat.
I eagerly sucked his cock as if I'd been waiting for the chance my whole life. Kneeling at his feet as he watched porn, I felt quite content in my place and in being of service to him, being his servant. ("Gag on it, bitch") He nearly came, but he pushed me away.
He took me upstairs, roughly jerking my robe to the floor of the bedroom. He drew back his hand fully and smacked my tit hard, and again, and the other side, hard. A few more times. I gasped and shook. He felt between my legs with one hand as the other one pulled my hair back. He kissed me deep and hard, then bit my ear, right on the sore spot where I'd had it accidentally pierced. I yelped and tried to use my hands ineffectually as shields: fluttery, wiggly, flapping shields that didn't really mean it but couldn't help themselves. He drew back his hand and slapped me hard again.
I was dripping wet. I'm getting excited all over again just thinking about the above treatment now.
He told me to get in bed and lie on my stomach.
He had the cane, which he used on my back, thighs and especially my butt. He ordered me to come. Mid orgasm, he was on top of me, thrusting into me from behind. He pinned my wrists above my head. Somehow he was caning me still then, my ass squirming under his cane giving him pleasure as he fucked my cunt. Setting down the cane, he began punching me. Punching hard on my ass and other places as he fucked me. He pulled my arms behind me and pinned them against my back. The pleasure was intense in that straining position. He flipped me over. I smiled up at him in a haze of sex and need, arching toward him. He slid inside. After he came inside me he picked up the cane again and did my tits and cunt with it, and for good measure told me to come again.
Such a good way to spend a Friday night, I think!
On Master's orders (I'm not allowed to get take out otherwise) I went and picked up two buns for each of us yesterday, and along with some rice and broccoli I made, that was dinner. I saved one of my buns for lunch today.
I didn't have to ask what Master wanted after the kids were asleep. His looks had been telling me all evening. Every night this week he fondled and teased me, that is a constant every day thing. Wednesday he'd used me quickly before we fell asleep. Thursday I asked if he wanted to use my cunt and he'd said no.
Friday, though.
Friday he was eye raping me with almost malevolent, lustful looks. Pinching a nipple or fondling my ass as I walked by. He said I was going to get a beating. Possibly a fucking too, or maybe some come down my throat.
I eagerly sucked his cock as if I'd been waiting for the chance my whole life. Kneeling at his feet as he watched porn, I felt quite content in my place and in being of service to him, being his servant. ("Gag on it, bitch") He nearly came, but he pushed me away.
He took me upstairs, roughly jerking my robe to the floor of the bedroom. He drew back his hand fully and smacked my tit hard, and again, and the other side, hard. A few more times. I gasped and shook. He felt between my legs with one hand as the other one pulled my hair back. He kissed me deep and hard, then bit my ear, right on the sore spot where I'd had it accidentally pierced. I yelped and tried to use my hands ineffectually as shields: fluttery, wiggly, flapping shields that didn't really mean it but couldn't help themselves. He drew back his hand and slapped me hard again.
I was dripping wet. I'm getting excited all over again just thinking about the above treatment now.
He told me to get in bed and lie on my stomach.
He had the cane, which he used on my back, thighs and especially my butt. He ordered me to come. Mid orgasm, he was on top of me, thrusting into me from behind. He pinned my wrists above my head. Somehow he was caning me still then, my ass squirming under his cane giving him pleasure as he fucked my cunt. Setting down the cane, he began punching me. Punching hard on my ass and other places as he fucked me. He pulled my arms behind me and pinned them against my back. The pleasure was intense in that straining position. He flipped me over. I smiled up at him in a haze of sex and need, arching toward him. He slid inside. After he came inside me he picked up the cane again and did my tits and cunt with it, and for good measure told me to come again.
Such a good way to spend a Friday night, I think!
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Kinky Day of Excellent Fun
I paced back and forth from window to door, watching for his car, feeling a bit like his faithful dog. Except a dog that was supposed to have breakfast ready when he got back. I didn't really have to keep watch, as my own real dogs will bark as soon as they hear a car in the long driveway, but I was so exited about the upcoming after breakfast events that I couldn't help my pacing. I knew he wanted me, because he'd been teasing me earlier, sticking his hand under my robe and squeezing and fondling, not letting me come but getting me to the edge. My desperation for him was making me antsy.
While he was out, I made the breakfast he ordered: toast with cheese and toast with butter and cinnamon sugar. I just had to pop it under the broiler when I saw his car, because it takes less than 2 minutes to cook.
He arrived and I bounced up and down (literally). I told him I had breakfast for him. He told me he had cock for me. (Squee!)
After he had his tea and toast he told me to go get a leash and come back to kneel at his feet. I scurried off and fetched the chain. I knelt and he fastened it to my collar. He used the chain and collar to guide me I as worked on his cock. At first he only allowed me to use my hands, but then eventually my mouth as well. He nearly came several times, but each time pulled me away at the last second. At times he pulled my head down on to him with one hand while pulling up on the leash with the other, making me choke. When he choked me he let me orgasm. It was a delightful time.
There was much more: a heavy paddling with the cutting board, beating and scratching with his sword, clothes pins and clover clamps on my nipples, then my cunt, then nipples again as he fucked me.
Later on, when he was ready to come, he told me I was going to have to do a terrible thing for him. I waited nervously in bed, listening to him rustling around the dresser, wondering if it was going to be the lighter again, if I was going to get burnt. That was the terrible thing that was in my mind when he came back with a paper back book. He wanted me to fuck him on top and read him a smutty passage from this book! It wasn't bad at all, bouncing and reading, especially when he told me I could make myself come anytime I wanted! It took me about 10 seconds, and he came at the exact moment I did.
A short while later, after some relaxing in bed, he told me to get up, tied my hands together and flogged me as I stood gripping my dresser. It was WONDERFUL. Even better was when he snapped me with the belt many times. Then he gave me the hitachi to hold and whipped me with his dragon tail. I was trembling and unable to hold the dresser with my hands tied that way, plus holding the vibrator. I had several huge orgasms but still remained standing somehow. The dragon tail left me with a few cuts.
He wanted to take a shower right away, but when he saw my spaced out look, goofy smile and swaying instead of walking, he let me lie down for a bit first under the blankets to recover.
When we showered (hot water, YAY!) he ordered me to turn my back and kneel so he could piss on my head and back. That was hot, too, very different from the usual pissing on chest or face version, but I'm not sure why exactly it seemed so different to me.
While he was out, I made the breakfast he ordered: toast with cheese and toast with butter and cinnamon sugar. I just had to pop it under the broiler when I saw his car, because it takes less than 2 minutes to cook.
He arrived and I bounced up and down (literally). I told him I had breakfast for him. He told me he had cock for me. (Squee!)
After he had his tea and toast he told me to go get a leash and come back to kneel at his feet. I scurried off and fetched the chain. I knelt and he fastened it to my collar. He used the chain and collar to guide me I as worked on his cock. At first he only allowed me to use my hands, but then eventually my mouth as well. He nearly came several times, but each time pulled me away at the last second. At times he pulled my head down on to him with one hand while pulling up on the leash with the other, making me choke. When he choked me he let me orgasm. It was a delightful time.
There was much more: a heavy paddling with the cutting board, beating and scratching with his sword, clothes pins and clover clamps on my nipples, then my cunt, then nipples again as he fucked me.
Later on, when he was ready to come, he told me I was going to have to do a terrible thing for him. I waited nervously in bed, listening to him rustling around the dresser, wondering if it was going to be the lighter again, if I was going to get burnt. That was the terrible thing that was in my mind when he came back with a paper back book. He wanted me to fuck him on top and read him a smutty passage from this book! It wasn't bad at all, bouncing and reading, especially when he told me I could make myself come anytime I wanted! It took me about 10 seconds, and he came at the exact moment I did.
A short while later, after some relaxing in bed, he told me to get up, tied my hands together and flogged me as I stood gripping my dresser. It was WONDERFUL. Even better was when he snapped me with the belt many times. Then he gave me the hitachi to hold and whipped me with his dragon tail. I was trembling and unable to hold the dresser with my hands tied that way, plus holding the vibrator. I had several huge orgasms but still remained standing somehow. The dragon tail left me with a few cuts.
He wanted to take a shower right away, but when he saw my spaced out look, goofy smile and swaying instead of walking, he let me lie down for a bit first under the blankets to recover.
When we showered (hot water, YAY!) he ordered me to turn my back and kneel so he could piss on my head and back. That was hot, too, very different from the usual pissing on chest or face version, but I'm not sure why exactly it seemed so different to me.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Doing Three Holes on a Sunday
And it's not golf. :)
Once we were alone, Master had me put in the butt plug, then ordered me to grab a blanket and lie on the bed. I looked down at my chest and saw the faded remnants of the words he'd written on me the night before:
"whore slut cunt"
He attached clamps to my nipples and let me suck him as he knelt next to my head. He shifted over between my legs and began stroking my clit with the head of his cock.
My nipples were in screaming pain, and my ass was gently contracting around the butt plug, but the stroking was beginning to overwhelm even those sensations, taking me from sharp pain to somewhere more bearable- still pain, but mixed with pleasure.
He gave me the order "Wrists" and I presented my wrists to him for tying. He fastened them via leather straps to the rails on the headboard.
He thrust into me and my tits bounced with their clamps shifting brought that sharp pain back to the front. I strained against the straps and tried to remember to keep breathing. He was deep inside me and fucking steadily. He picked up the chain between the clamps and pulled it. I thrust my hips up against him, becoming half animal-minded with the hurt and the pleasure taking over all thoughts. He removed the clamps and in that instant of even sharper pain as the blood returned he told me to orgasm.
He gripped one of my cunt lips between his fingers and placed the clover clamp on it. The second one went back on my nipple which was still pulsing with pain. I sucked in some air and concentrated on the fucking I was receiving. He shifted the nipple end down to my cunt lip on the other side, holding up the chain like some pussy reins, and rode me. This was painful but bearable. I guess it is all bearable, because I do bear it to please my Master, but the clamps on my cunt lips are somewhat more bearable than on my nipples.
He moved the clamps back to my tits again and kept on.
Then he rolled me over, straps still in place on my wrists, and fucked me from behind. I grunted like an animal.
Master smoothly eased the butt plug out and in the same motion plunged his cock into my ass. It was an easy and open highway for him this time. He thrust in hard as I pushed back upwards against him. "Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck my ass hard, Master" I moaned to him, and he went harder and harder into my hole until he was done with me.
After a short rest we made our way down to the shower, where we found only tepid water. He washed up quickly as I waited, then when he was done I started to wash myself. By then the water was absolutely freezing. I had the world's shortest bath, barely getting the important zones clean at all. It turned out the pilot light on the water heater had gone out, but after he re-lit it, it seems to be working today. Brr, but that was unpleasant.
Once we were alone, Master had me put in the butt plug, then ordered me to grab a blanket and lie on the bed. I looked down at my chest and saw the faded remnants of the words he'd written on me the night before:
"whore slut cunt"
He attached clamps to my nipples and let me suck him as he knelt next to my head. He shifted over between my legs and began stroking my clit with the head of his cock.
My nipples were in screaming pain, and my ass was gently contracting around the butt plug, but the stroking was beginning to overwhelm even those sensations, taking me from sharp pain to somewhere more bearable- still pain, but mixed with pleasure.
He gave me the order "Wrists" and I presented my wrists to him for tying. He fastened them via leather straps to the rails on the headboard.
He thrust into me and my tits bounced with their clamps shifting brought that sharp pain back to the front. I strained against the straps and tried to remember to keep breathing. He was deep inside me and fucking steadily. He picked up the chain between the clamps and pulled it. I thrust my hips up against him, becoming half animal-minded with the hurt and the pleasure taking over all thoughts. He removed the clamps and in that instant of even sharper pain as the blood returned he told me to orgasm.
He gripped one of my cunt lips between his fingers and placed the clover clamp on it. The second one went back on my nipple which was still pulsing with pain. I sucked in some air and concentrated on the fucking I was receiving. He shifted the nipple end down to my cunt lip on the other side, holding up the chain like some pussy reins, and rode me. This was painful but bearable. I guess it is all bearable, because I do bear it to please my Master, but the clamps on my cunt lips are somewhat more bearable than on my nipples.
He moved the clamps back to my tits again and kept on.
Then he rolled me over, straps still in place on my wrists, and fucked me from behind. I grunted like an animal.
Master smoothly eased the butt plug out and in the same motion plunged his cock into my ass. It was an easy and open highway for him this time. He thrust in hard as I pushed back upwards against him. "Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck my ass hard, Master" I moaned to him, and he went harder and harder into my hole until he was done with me.
After a short rest we made our way down to the shower, where we found only tepid water. He washed up quickly as I waited, then when he was done I started to wash myself. By then the water was absolutely freezing. I had the world's shortest bath, barely getting the important zones clean at all. It turned out the pilot light on the water heater had gone out, but after he re-lit it, it seems to be working today. Brr, but that was unpleasant.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Little Mousie Mindfuck
We have mice. This is nothing new. You live out in the country in an old house, you are going to have mice that move in every fall trying to stay warm. So we have perpetual war against mice, and sometimes we win a little victory and catch one in a trap.
The first thing I do when surprised by a dead gross mouse a trap is shriek in horror and disgust. Then I look around for Master, who is the designated dead mouse removal expert.
This morning I watched him remove a mouse from a trap, throw it away, then go into the bathroom. I know he washed his hands. He must have. Why else would he go in there? He called me into the bathroom with him. Making his hands shaped like a spider gag he shoved his fingers into my mouth and pried it open.
"Mouse hands!" he declared, most amused by my facial contortions of revulsion.
For that couple seconds it didn't matter if he'd washed his hands ten times, he still had "mouse hands".
*shudder*
The first thing I do when surprised by a dead gross mouse a trap is shriek in horror and disgust. Then I look around for Master, who is the designated dead mouse removal expert.
This morning I watched him remove a mouse from a trap, throw it away, then go into the bathroom. I know he washed his hands. He must have. Why else would he go in there? He called me into the bathroom with him. Making his hands shaped like a spider gag he shoved his fingers into my mouth and pried it open.
"Mouse hands!" he declared, most amused by my facial contortions of revulsion.
For that couple seconds it didn't matter if he'd washed his hands ten times, he still had "mouse hands".
*shudder*
Teasing and Attitude
Master's plans for seeing (aka beating and sex with) someone else yesterday afternoon fell through, and he was a bit disappointed, but these things happen, not a big deal to him. There will be other days for that.
I was at the sink when he came up behind me and said in my ear, teasing me deliberately, "I guess I won't be having sex this afternoon."
Without stopping to think (always a mistake) I teased him back, "Because you can't have sex with me. No sex for you!", which is evidently "giving him attitude". Instead of sex, I got dragged off to a private corner of the house, thrown me up against a wall and punched repeatedly. It sounds worse than it was. It just made me horny, to be honest.
The caning/spoon whacking and fucking wasn't until 10 hours later, by which time I had bypassed extreme sexual desire and gone on to extreme sleepiness. The misery stick woke me right up, though. My cunt is still aching from the attention it received.
I was at the sink when he came up behind me and said in my ear, teasing me deliberately, "I guess I won't be having sex this afternoon."
Without stopping to think (always a mistake) I teased him back, "Because you can't have sex with me. No sex for you!", which is evidently "giving him attitude". Instead of sex, I got dragged off to a private corner of the house, thrown me up against a wall and punched repeatedly. It sounds worse than it was. It just made me horny, to be honest.
The caning/spoon whacking and fucking wasn't until 10 hours later, by which time I had bypassed extreme sexual desire and gone on to extreme sleepiness. The misery stick woke me right up, though. My cunt is still aching from the attention it received.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Cast of Characters for My Blog
I saw this idea on Cammie's blog and thought readers might appreciate a recap of people that have appeared here:
Master: Appearing here as Master, or signing himself "DM" in the comments. He's my Master, my Owner, my husband, and father of my children. We have been together since 1987 (I was 16 when we started dating.) Wicked and naughty sense of humor. Sadistic and caring, loving and protective.
Me: Appearing here as "me" or "I". A slave to Master. Forty-something year old "ordinary" mom, crazy dog lady, and deeply kinky masochist slut. In Master's posts I'm also called "ksst" which is my Fetname (usually).
Bigger kid: We have a 15 year old son who appears occasionally. He's pretty much Master's mini-me. He reads, he plays computer games, he hides in his room and skypes with his friends and tries to avoid doing homework.
Smaller kid: We also have an 11 year old son, a somewhat more mercurial, but very giving, loving and affectionate child. Poster child for ADHD.
Mystique: The leader of our local munch group, dominant sadomasochist (mostly on the "sado" part), and a dear friend for the past 4 years. Sometime ago was involved with both Master and I in a sexual and play relationship. She lives not far from us at all, about 20 minutes and she has three wacky dogs that fit in with our pack, at least the parts of our pack that get along with other dogs. Now the sexual part of the relationship is gone for various reasons, but she still likes to occasionally whip me or light me on fire at parties. I love her the same as always.
The fireplay is her favorite thing, see:
Flaming Cooter of Fun (Death)!
Also, Googly Eyes.
She has a submissive:
Hasufel, also known as Nuri. He plays only with Mystique, as her sub, and he comes visit us and hang out occasionally. Also, he is a very dear friend. He is super handy with all sorts of building/repair type jobs. And he's a real fire fighter, which comes in handy for Mystique's kink (kidding! Ok, maybe not really kidding).
One of his favorite kinks is pony play, so I may eventually be hooked up to a cart with him.
Saumya: For a while she was an occasional play partner, then she and Master began developing more of a part time CNC based relationship. It was not entirely CNC the way I think of it, since it only covered certain times and areas. One of our playtimes: Thing one and thing two. This is over between them now.
S. and M., aka Sophie and brat_tastic: A young local couple in our community (twenty years younger than us- and, yes, that age difference is sometimes weird for me) with whom we used to play or Swap occasionally.
S. is a transwoman, a very outspoken and committed activist, and M. (aka brat_tastic) is her sub.
Travis: Real name, Travis, appearing here as (guess what!) Travis, an old guy from Texas, now living in Wisconsin, with many interests, and many years in the kinky scene. Known for the catch phrase "Trust me"("I'm a lawyer"), his bullwhips, his love of cooking and eating, and his great sense of humor. He is a dear friend, and once in a while he whips me (hard!) too.
Our first scene is here: Whipping. His slave and wife is Wolfmoon, a wonderful woman. They have a Master/slave CNC type relationship.
Sir David: also known as WiDomher or currently, BAD. A friend from the UP who occasionally plays with me if we meet up at a party, with Master's permission of course. Our first scene is described here. And continues here.
He plays with me hard, and I love that: whips, knives, "road rash" paddle.
Dr.Peter: Canes, canes and more canes! He loves them. He lives near us and sometimes Master gives me to him for some, guess what? Caning! He's truly an expert and has been teaching this skill for years. He is a switch and likes to receive as well as give.
I think I have covered most of the regulars, but I may come back and add to this later if needed.
Master: Appearing here as Master, or signing himself "DM" in the comments. He's my Master, my Owner, my husband, and father of my children. We have been together since 1987 (I was 16 when we started dating.) Wicked and naughty sense of humor. Sadistic and caring, loving and protective.
Me: Appearing here as "me" or "I". A slave to Master. Forty-something year old "ordinary" mom, crazy dog lady, and deeply kinky masochist slut. In Master's posts I'm also called "ksst" which is my Fetname (usually).
Bigger kid: We have a 15 year old son who appears occasionally. He's pretty much Master's mini-me. He reads, he plays computer games, he hides in his room and skypes with his friends and tries to avoid doing homework.
Smaller kid: We also have an 11 year old son, a somewhat more mercurial, but very giving, loving and affectionate child. Poster child for ADHD.
Mystique: The leader of our local munch group, dominant sadomasochist (mostly on the "sado" part), and a dear friend for the past 4 years. Sometime ago was involved with both Master and I in a sexual and play relationship. She lives not far from us at all, about 20 minutes and she has three wacky dogs that fit in with our pack, at least the parts of our pack that get along with other dogs. Now the sexual part of the relationship is gone for various reasons, but she still likes to occasionally whip me or light me on fire at parties. I love her the same as always.
The fireplay is her favorite thing, see:
Flaming Cooter of Fun (Death)!
Also, Googly Eyes.
She has a submissive:
Hasufel, also known as Nuri. He plays only with Mystique, as her sub, and he comes visit us and hang out occasionally. Also, he is a very dear friend. He is super handy with all sorts of building/repair type jobs. And he's a real fire fighter, which comes in handy for Mystique's kink (kidding! Ok, maybe not really kidding).
One of his favorite kinks is pony play, so I may eventually be hooked up to a cart with him.
Saumya: For a while she was an occasional play partner, then she and Master began developing more of a part time CNC based relationship. It was not entirely CNC the way I think of it, since it only covered certain times and areas. One of our playtimes: Thing one and thing two. This is over between them now.
S. and M., aka Sophie and brat_tastic: A young local couple in our community (twenty years younger than us- and, yes, that age difference is sometimes weird for me) with whom we used to play or Swap occasionally.
S. is a transwoman, a very outspoken and committed activist, and M. (aka brat_tastic) is her sub.
Travis: Real name, Travis, appearing here as (guess what!) Travis, an old guy from Texas, now living in Wisconsin, with many interests, and many years in the kinky scene. Known for the catch phrase "Trust me"("I'm a lawyer"), his bullwhips, his love of cooking and eating, and his great sense of humor. He is a dear friend, and once in a while he whips me (hard!) too.
Our first scene is here: Whipping. His slave and wife is Wolfmoon, a wonderful woman. They have a Master/slave CNC type relationship.
Sir David: also known as WiDomher or currently, BAD. A friend from the UP who occasionally plays with me if we meet up at a party, with Master's permission of course. Our first scene is described here. And continues here.
He plays with me hard, and I love that: whips, knives, "road rash" paddle.
Dr.Peter: Canes, canes and more canes! He loves them. He lives near us and sometimes Master gives me to him for some, guess what? Caning! He's truly an expert and has been teaching this skill for years. He is a switch and likes to receive as well as give.
I think I have covered most of the regulars, but I may come back and add to this later if needed.
Je pense à vous tous
Thursday, November 12, 2015
His New Favorite Joke
Him: What's the difference between pink and purple?
Me: I don't know, what?
What happens then: I get my boob squeezed really, really hard.
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The second time around:
Him: What's the difference between pink and purple?
Me: I already heard that one.
Him: Hmmm.
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The third time around:
Him: What's the difference between pink and purple?
Me: I don't know, what?
..................
What can I say, I'm a masochist.
Me: I don't know, what?
What happens then: I get my boob squeezed really, really hard.
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The second time around:
Him: What's the difference between pink and purple?
Me: I already heard that one.
Him: Hmmm.
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The third time around:
Him: What's the difference between pink and purple?
Me: I don't know, what?
..................
What can I say, I'm a masochist.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Monday, November 9, 2015
Too Much and Not Enough
I have both too much to write and not enough. We had a lot of bright, good times this weekend. We went to our munch which was fun right up until the end of dinner when a discussion turned into more of an argument and it was extremely uncomfortable for me, and painful for one of my good friends. The worst is when people you love fight. Like a damn family.
Doesn't matter if it is real family problems or family of choice problems, though, Master is always my rock of steadiness. Curling up with him on the couch Sunday took all my worries away.
We had several times of fun play this weekend also, but my blog is going to be not enough about that. I got spanked, and the nipple clamps got used a few times, and Master came in my mouth, calling me his used little hole. There was a bunch more too, thus the "too much" part.
Doesn't matter if it is real family problems or family of choice problems, though, Master is always my rock of steadiness. Curling up with him on the couch Sunday took all my worries away.
We had several times of fun play this weekend also, but my blog is going to be not enough about that. I got spanked, and the nipple clamps got used a few times, and Master came in my mouth, calling me his used little hole. There was a bunch more too, thus the "too much" part.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Glum and Frustrated
After Tuesday, this hasn't been the best week. I got a flu shot, then had a bad reaction that felt like I did have the flu for a day, then I haven't felt all that great since, with constant headaches and general yuckiness.
Also, we had plans to go away this weekend to a thing that Master wanted to do, and I made plans to see friends in town there, and then Master decided not to go after all. This morning. So I had to tell them we weren't coming at the last minute, which I hate. I just like to know what's going on ahead of time when I'm the one responsible for making and cancelling plans, you know?
On the good side, we will be able to go to our local munch tomorrow, which I was hating to miss.
Also, we had plans to go away this weekend to a thing that Master wanted to do, and I made plans to see friends in town there, and then Master decided not to go after all. This morning. So I had to tell them we weren't coming at the last minute, which I hate. I just like to know what's going on ahead of time when I'm the one responsible for making and cancelling plans, you know?
On the good side, we will be able to go to our local munch tomorrow, which I was hating to miss.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Tuesday's Hot
He told me to go put on my leather collar and bring him a leash. When I got back he hooked the leash to my collar and tied my wrists together in front of me using my sash. He pulled me to the ground using both tethers and pulled my face to his cock. After I'd been sucking a while I started needing the bathroom. I asked if I could go. He said no.
After more minutes, he pulled me up and bent me over the kitchen counter, pulling my hips back and plunging into me.
Then he led me outside and let me pee there, squatting on the ground. An animal. Such a relief! I really, really had to go by then.
When he led me upstairs I think I was already starting to space a little. I felt a bit floaty, but his crop on my tits and thighs was sharp and stinging. I danced around a bit too much, so he tied my hands to the rafters over head. He kept going with the crop across my tits and I was dancing as far as the tie would let me.
He picked up the kindjal.
With the point of the sword held at my throat I was too afraid to dance any more, so I stood motionless for the rest of the cropping.
After he'd scratched me down both front and back with the tip he set down the sword and brought out the lighter.
Click, click. Smile, you can't run. :)
After more minutes, he pulled me up and bent me over the kitchen counter, pulling my hips back and plunging into me.
Then he led me outside and let me pee there, squatting on the ground. An animal. Such a relief! I really, really had to go by then.
When he led me upstairs I think I was already starting to space a little. I felt a bit floaty, but his crop on my tits and thighs was sharp and stinging. I danced around a bit too much, so he tied my hands to the rafters over head. He kept going with the crop across my tits and I was dancing as far as the tie would let me.
He picked up the kindjal.
With the point of the sword held at my throat I was too afraid to dance any more, so I stood motionless for the rest of the cropping.
After he'd scratched me down both front and back with the tip he set down the sword and brought out the lighter.
Click, click. Smile, you can't run. :)
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
How Much?
This blog:
http://mckittenspillowtalk.blogspot.com/2015/11/not-very-expensive.html
prompted me to take a few minutes to add up the total costs of paying a professional for the particular jobs I do here.
I used average US salaries.
Chef 15.62/ hr for 3 hours
Childcare 9.48/hr for 3 hours
Housekeeping 10.31/hr for 2 hours
Prostitute 250/hr for 1 hour (this one was hard to pick an amount because of a huge variety of pay, but I went for a middle rate-neither crack whore nor NY City escort, high end)
Secretary or personal shopper 16.34/hr for 1 hour
Massage 16/hr for .5 hours
Gardener (summer only) 13.35 for 1 hour
for a total of 383.61 PER DAY
or, since I never take a day off,
140,017.65 per year
http://mckittenspillowtalk.blogspot.com/2015/11/not-very-expensive.html
prompted me to take a few minutes to add up the total costs of paying a professional for the particular jobs I do here.
I used average US salaries.
Chef 15.62/ hr for 3 hours
Childcare 9.48/hr for 3 hours
Housekeeping 10.31/hr for 2 hours
Prostitute 250/hr for 1 hour (this one was hard to pick an amount because of a huge variety of pay, but I went for a middle rate-neither crack whore nor NY City escort, high end)
Secretary or personal shopper 16.34/hr for 1 hour
Massage 16/hr for .5 hours
Gardener (summer only) 13.35 for 1 hour
for a total of 383.61 PER DAY
or, since I never take a day off,
140,017.65 per year
Slaviness
Feeling all the slaviness conversation #107
Me: "What movie are we watching?"
Him: "None of your business. You just attend to me."
I still don't know what movie he was watching. I was busy attending. :) :)
Me: "What movie are we watching?"
Him: "None of your business. You just attend to me."
I still don't know what movie he was watching. I was busy attending. :) :)
Monday, November 2, 2015
The Night We Did Limb Lopping Play
It wasn't the first time, honestly, but it was the first time with a real knife.
Before he'd always used a foam sword when he told me to kneel and bare my neck for some head lopping play. Or when he grabbed my arm and thwacked it with the soft sword, it barely hurt. It always ended up with a good laugh, usually after someone on Fetlife had gone on about "What if he eats your limbs??? Limits! Safety! Newbies!"
A couple of weeks ago we had been having a serious discussion about possessiveness and ownership and to make his point he told me to go fetch a knife so he could cut my arm off. I went across the room to the knife block and looked at several before I found the sharpest one. I came back and handed it to him. He took off my shirt, and began to press down with the knife just below my shoulder. I looked away.
He stopped and said "You didn't think I would cut your arm off, did you?"
"No, I know you won't", I answered. I wasn't even really frightened. I knew he wouldn't, so it was just one of those whims I had to obey. Wait and see what happens next. It may or may not hurt, but I was confident I wouldn't be harmed.
"Well, why not?" he asked.
"You like my arm attached?" I guessed.
"Try again." he said.
"You don't want to have to take me to the hospital to get it put back on, because it would be messy and expensive?" I laughed.
"It's because I would never want to do anything that was harmful to you."
This was his point. It doesn't just apply to crazy things like limb lopping, but also to emotional issues, to the things that go on in my head. Possession. Property. If you have one you take care of it, or you wreck it.
Before he'd always used a foam sword when he told me to kneel and bare my neck for some head lopping play. Or when he grabbed my arm and thwacked it with the soft sword, it barely hurt. It always ended up with a good laugh, usually after someone on Fetlife had gone on about "What if he eats your limbs??? Limits! Safety! Newbies!"
A couple of weeks ago we had been having a serious discussion about possessiveness and ownership and to make his point he told me to go fetch a knife so he could cut my arm off. I went across the room to the knife block and looked at several before I found the sharpest one. I came back and handed it to him. He took off my shirt, and began to press down with the knife just below my shoulder. I looked away.
He stopped and said "You didn't think I would cut your arm off, did you?"
"No, I know you won't", I answered. I wasn't even really frightened. I knew he wouldn't, so it was just one of those whims I had to obey. Wait and see what happens next. It may or may not hurt, but I was confident I wouldn't be harmed.
"Well, why not?" he asked.
"You like my arm attached?" I guessed.
"Try again." he said.
"You don't want to have to take me to the hospital to get it put back on, because it would be messy and expensive?" I laughed.
"It's because I would never want to do anything that was harmful to you."
This was his point. It doesn't just apply to crazy things like limb lopping, but also to emotional issues, to the things that go on in my head. Possession. Property. If you have one you take care of it, or you wreck it.
Love and Hate
Love: Face slapping- when he raises his hand to slap me, making me flinch to the side and he quickly slaps with the other hand instead, on the other side. Surprise!
Hate: Getting a Charley horse in my leg in the middle of a great orgasm.
Hate: Getting a Charley horse in my leg in the middle of a great orgasm.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Neatly Dodged Opportunity
My mom left today, with two rams in the back of her rented cargo van. It was so great that she was able to come and stay all week. I didn't have many exciting things planned and the weather was gray or rainy the whole time, and the kids were in school, so we sat around and talked a lot. At one point I was looking for the sex education book I'd bought for the older kid, and couldn't find it. But I did find another one, which I showed her and said it was my adult sex education book. It is called "Come As You Are". I've mentioned it here before.
And it is educational, just facts, not erotica at all. The first thing she asked me was "Does it explain why people are into all those deviant sex practices? Because I never understood that. Why would they do that?" I do believe she was fishing to be told some things about me, about us, because that is what she does rather than ask straight out. But I'm seriously not sure she's ready for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So what I said instead was something like, "This book doesn't really talk about that at all, but the whole first chapter is called 'You are normal' and the whole theme is that whatever you are doing is ok, as long as it is consensual and harming no one, it is all part of different ways of being normal."
She was happy with that answer. Maybe I should get her the book "When Someone You Love Is Kinky" for Christmas?
And it is educational, just facts, not erotica at all. The first thing she asked me was "Does it explain why people are into all those deviant sex practices? Because I never understood that. Why would they do that?" I do believe she was fishing to be told some things about me, about us, because that is what she does rather than ask straight out. But I'm seriously not sure she's ready for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So what I said instead was something like, "This book doesn't really talk about that at all, but the whole first chapter is called 'You are normal' and the whole theme is that whatever you are doing is ok, as long as it is consensual and harming no one, it is all part of different ways of being normal."
She was happy with that answer. Maybe I should get her the book "When Someone You Love Is Kinky" for Christmas?
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