Embarrassing Family Moment

It wouldn't really be the holidays if there wasn't at least one acutely  awkward moment with family, right?  

In contrast to my blog, around "vanilla" people, including family, I am extremely demure and proper.  Our families are not the type to tell dirty jokes or spill sexual secrets after a few beers.  Master's family doesn't even have beers as they are teetotalers.  His dad is a Methodist minister, his stepmother is the church secretary (I'm sure there is a more exalted title now; basically she runs things).  She is from Arkansas.  Our kids were learning again to slay "Blam" with two syllables.   The Southern way is "Bla-am".  

They have a large house in southern Missouri with a finished basement that has a guest bedroom with 1 double bed and two twin beds, along with a sitting and TV area, and two bathrooms.  That is where they put us when the other two guest rooms are occupied.

  Master and I got our chance for privacy by taking a shower together.  He had me wash him, he fingered me and kissed me hard, then had me kneel and suck.  He stood me up, bent me over and fucked me.  I held on very quietly to keep from bumping around too much.  It felt so good I never wanted it to end, but of course it had to.   

That part was not embarrassing.  Everyone was off doing different things, and they never noticed.  

Later on that day we were playing a game called "Catchphrase" in which there are teams and you have to get your teammates to guess a word or phrase without telling them what it is.  I was on Master's team with a couple other people.

On Master's turn he looked right at me and said "What we did this morning." I immediately thought of what happened in the shower but didn't want to say it so I guessed, "Shower. Breakfast. Pokemon."  Then he said "What Chef on South Park always says" and then I knew the answer and blurted it out -"Make love".  

There was an instant of stunned silence around the table, I blushed bright red and then everyone was laughing so hard they were nearly falling out of their chairs.   I'm sure they were wondering "What? How? Really? Here?" and all kinds of other things I don't want to speculate about. 

I hoped everyone would forget, but the next night we played the same game again and they were still giggling over that moment. So Master said very seriously "A.. (my name) just wants you all to know that we did not do that yesterday."   

He paused a moment to allow for more suspenseful speculation, then continued "It was more like a rough shag."   

I am amazed that I am not actually and literally dead of embarrassment now.     
 
 

Home Again, Home Again!

We have been on vacation for a Christmas visit to see our families, so although part of the time I had computer access, I had minimal time to use it, so I didn't do any vacation blog posts!  I have catching up to do on reading blogs as well.  I hope you all had a good holiday or time off if you don't celebrate any, and had plenty of kinky fun.

We first visited my parents (9 hour drive) and had a lovely Christmas celebration.   Their "tree" is a coat tree on which we hung some paper ornaments me and the kids made because they (my parents) declared they are done with real trees in the house.   
My mom makes the world's best sweet rolls, which we always have for Christmas morning.   My diet was totally out the window all week.  Ah well.

The day after that, we went another 2.5 hours to visit Master's dad, stepmom and all the assorted relatives that gathered there.   We had a really nice time.  Even his brother and some of their kids were there, and we hadn't seen them in a long time.   One of his brother's kids is expecting a baby in two months!  Everyone is excited. 

Master and I managed to find time almost every day for a little quickie or some sexy fun times alone.  Once even in the shower.  We also went on long walks around the neighborhood together.  We had taken dogs with us, so that was one reason, but also to collect some new Pokemon.  It's just really nice to be able to walk outside without the snow and ice.  They live in the south, so it was around 60 degrees on some days.   

My mom decided she loved one of my dogs, so I left him with her.  He is really wasted being with me because he is probably a better cow dog than sheep dog.  I haven't been able to do much with him, but she said he was great on the cows.  We came home with only 5 dogs.   I definitely have space for a puppy next year.    

Last night was the most intense sex in the whole week.  I had been having trouble orgasming on command last week, so Master declared my orgasms strictly reduced and limited.  He either didn't let me come at all or just one time.     After a few days of that, suddenly my orgasm on command was back in working order.  Last night he made me beg to be allowed in bed with him, then he slapped me silly around the head and face, and also strapped my back with the leash.  We didn't take any toys with us, only my night collar and leash, which were used at my parents', where we had our own room, but not at his dad's, where we had to share a room with the kids because of all the extra people in their house.   

On the drive back, we had two cars because Master's dad gave us his old car.  It is really for our son who will be 16 next year, but he can't drive yet of course.  It's a pretty nice one, too.   The thought of him driving gives me palpitations, but I guess one can't keep them little forever. 

 

Furnace Needs Maintenence

Tuesday morning I had scheduled the furnace guy to come out and do our yearly check up bright and early, about the time when Master got home after working over night and was eating breakfast.  

This young guy was down in the basement doing his thing and Master was at the kitchen table.  He kept calling me to his side to pull up my shirt, tweak my nipple until I squeaked, or ram a hand down into my pants.  He made me flash him and was constantly on the verge of embarrassing me. It's really obvious when someone comes stomping up the basement stairs, though, so I could quickly scoot back to my side of the table with my paper and coffee.   

After the guy left, he wasn't out the door two seconds before Master commanded me "Upstairs, naked, now!"

I hopped up there as fast as I could.  

Master told me to find a story in our book to read to him. I grabbed the vintage erotica.   They can be so cute and quaint and yet extremely vulgar!  I picked a random one and read it to him, and then he read my favorite to me.  I might share it in a blog sometime, but just as a hint, it involves a lascivious priest and his penetrated penitent and her voyeur friend.  And it has spanking.

While he was reading, he pushed my head down to his cock.  He gave me some kisses and licks also during my turn.  He began fucking me, then stopped and said I ought to have a flogging first.  Yay! He told me to get up and then said "You know what I want". 

I didn't, but I made a guess, "Stand over here?" pointing to my dresser.

"No, what do I want you to do?" he asked, smacking me with the cane.

"Whatever you want, Master?" I guessed again.

"What do I demand", he was getting more insistent and again with the cane.

I danced from one foot to the other. 

If that wasn't the right answer, I just didn't know, so I said "I don't know, Master".

"Obedience."

I repeated the word a dozen or so more times with emphasis from the cane on my behind each time.  Part of the time I was kneeling with his cock in my mouth and it sounded more like "Obethsis".

I was sitting on my feet, but my toes stick out behind, and one of the cane strikes came down hard on my little toe.  I cried out, let go of his penis and sorta fell to the side.  You know how it hurts when you really bang your pinkie toe into a brick or furniture?  Yeah.

I up-righted myself immediately and went back to my work.  He continued to use the cane, I cried, then he pushed me down to my hands and knees, I cried some more.  It was hot.  He flipped me over and drew my legs straight up so he could use the cane on the backs of my thighs, then fucked me again. 

Then he stood me up and flogged me, and I received more caning.  

Into the bed for more fucking and some intense orgasms, along with tit slapping, then he knelt at my head as I was lying on my back and he decorated me with come.  He wiped the tip on my face and tongue, which was nice.  

 I asked if he wanted a picture, and he did, so here it is.  I went to get cleaned up while he took a nap.

TMI Tuesday: Life and Being

1. Why do you live where you live?

We really liked the state after coming to college here.  We moved away briefly (to Las Vegas) but I really want to be back here.  We picked this town because Master got a job here and land was affordable so I could have a little farm.

  2. Do you want to have your sins forgiven?

They already have been.  In nomine Master, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.  

  3. Do you believe in heaven and hell?

No.

  4. After life, where do you think you will end up?

Dead.   My atoms will eventually end up in some other creatures, so in that way I also believe in reincarnation, although I will not be aware of it.  I don't believe in this whole memories of past lives stuff.  

  5. If you have children, would they say you are the favorite parent? Why do you think this?

Of course I am :).  I make the desserts. Actually,  I think we are both the favorites, but at different times and for different reasons.   Who ever didn't just tell them to go to bed or do homework is the real favorite.  

  6. Has anything ever happened to you that was dramatic, personal or spectacular enough to cause you to be believe in a God?

Yes, God came and personally spoke to me.  No, I'm not joking.  Before that I was a devoted atheist.  


Bonus: What is something you consider to be a great personal success? Why was it so significant?

I think the kids we are raising are turning out pretty well so far. I'm proud of them. 

How to play TMI Tuesday:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2016/12/19/tmi-tuesday-december-20-2016/#comments

Midnight Adventures

I went to bed early last night, since I was tired out for some reason.  Master didn't, because he wasn't yet.  I waited for a while hoping he'd come up, but he didn't.  

At midnight I got up for a drink of water and he was still downstairs.  When he came up I was still lying there awake.  After a few minutes I asked if he wanted me to wear my leash.  Then he took it and snapped it to my collar.   I told him I was feeling grumpy and sad and he said he was too.  Then he held my leash tight to the bed, pinning me by the neck, and began spanking me.  This lightened my mood considerably.   He punched and smacked and spanked me, then fucked me until we both had come. I can't use my vibrator anymore because the cord is pulling out of the base, leaving exposed wires.  I'm not quite willing to take a risk of shocking myself to get off that way.   But I orgasmed pretty well from his fucking and slapping me last night!

Today we are having a large snowstorm, and going out anywhere is not happening.   So I'm just sitting around doing mostly nothing, a little laundry, making food.  I fed the sheep, who are all still in the barn, but first had to shovel a path to get to the barn and the front walkway.  I was pretty well worn out after doing that.  

Winter is Definitely Here!

This is the view out our front door today.  I sometimes forget how pretty it is here until I go to take pictures.  
We're getting a big snow storm tonight.  This is only a little snow here.   I had to drive in it, too, for the littler kid's Christmas band concert.  It was his first one, so I am really glad I was able to go.

Jingle Bells

I had Christmas carols with my paddling yesterday morning.

 How festive, right?

He made up this cute song:

Dashing through the snow,
In a one horse open sleigh,
Oh, what fun it is to beat
A nasty slut today!

He also sang me Adeste fidelis, in Latin, which did not hurt quite as much, and then strapped me across the back with his belt a whole bunch.   It was a very good day.   

Five things I hate to do

 Master, yesterday morning: I love making you do things you hate. It's so fun.
 
Me: Do you want me to make a list?

Master: Yes.

Me: (thinks to myself) Dammit

So, after a short discussion about whether the things would still count if I suddenly start to see them as hot just for the fact that he'd be making me do them (yes, still they count), and also how many things he wanted on my list, I thought about it and came up with this:

1. Go outside naked in the snow.
2. Give a blowjob and have no orgasm myself.
3. Handjobs.
4. Clean the dog room.
5. Tie up Master.

TMI Tuesday: Love

1. Have you ever tested someone’s love for you? What did you do? Did things turn out as you expected or hoped?

No, I don't think that is the right thing to do.
 
2. Select the answer that best fits your experience. I have dated:
a. all the wrong people
b. romantic companions that were mostly a good fit for me.
c. people that were perfect fits–loves at first sight
d. not all that much, I mainly have had a lot of long term relationships

b. I have had just one Master for a long time, plus a short term relationship, plus some other lusts.
 
3. Online dating: What is your success rate? What do you consider success?

I don't do that.  I like to meet people in person.  


4. What sexual thing do you do most often that you could commit to doing everyday?

Fantasizing.  I already do that every day and it doesn't take up any time, nor is it against any rule.  Otherwise, I do whatever my Master wants and that could definitely be every day, but isn't always. 
 
5. What are your thoughts on love and lust?

Lust is felt less deeply, like a pretty leaf on the surface of a stream.  Love is a deep down current running under everything.  You can have both at the same time.
 
Bonus: Are you searching for love or are you searching for attention?

I like both.  I'm not really searching for either, though.  I already know my Master loves me.  In about 20 minutes I'm going to be searching for my Master's attention under his blankets ;). 

Other TMI'ers here:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2016/12/12/tmi-tuesday-december-13-2016/

CNC: What happens when...

...I don't really want to do what he wants?  

That's an easy one.  I do it anyway. 

This is a happy little post about that.

I actually love that part of our dynamic, the part where he just takes me whenever and however he wants.  However, I guess there are actually times when I'm not in the mood.

Yesterday we'd been lounging around watching the snowfall for long enough that I was getting restless and ready to go out and play in it.  Master said he was ready to go shovel some snow also.  I went upstairs to get dressed and was surprised when he came in and locked the bedroom door.   He pushed me to my knees and I took his cock in my mouth.  After a few minutes he asked if I wanted it in my cunt.  I replied, of course, "Whatever you want, Master."

Then he asked me again, the same question "Do you want it in your cunt?"  I had to be honest then, I really didn't.   I knew we didn't have a lot of time and had to get to doing things.  I knew that just "sticking it in" would take me from a 0 level of horny to about a 
9 3/4 and then he'd be done with me and I'd be figuratively climbing the walls the rest of the evening.  

He made me lie back on the floor and took me.  His hands pinned my wrists to the floor.  A few minutes later he had me clean him off with my mouth.  I find it terribly hot to be taken that way.  Terribly, terribly, terribly.  I had not orgasmed, though, not even when he told me to several times.  I don't know if that is disobedient, but sometimes I just can't.  I had already put on my underwear and pants when he wrapped his arm around my neck and hit me, telling me again to come.  Well, then I did, hard, and I had to get some new panties on too!

After we'd done the snow shoveling, the errands, making dinner and all that, when it was finally bed time and I'd been thinking all evening about what was coming, only then did he whip me with his belt, give me a painful paddling and fuck me again.  

 Thank you, Master, I am so grateful.  For all of it.

 

Morning

If I am lucky, this is how my morning looks:

Master's alarm goes off at 5:30.  He gets up to take a shower.  I drag myself out of bed a few minutes later, undoing my own leash and replacing the night collar with the day collar.  I make the bed right away most times.

I head downstairs and start making breakfast.  I have been making scrambled eggs with fried onions and sausages most days this week, on Master's specific request.  Coffee for me and tea for him.

After we have eaten I clean up the dishes, unloading and reloading the dishwasher.  He goes to get dressed.  I drink my coffee. 

Here is the "If I am lucky" part:

He comes back to the kitchen and tilts my head back for a kiss as I am doing the dishes.  His other hand fondles me under my robe.  He stands back, undoes his belt buckle.  I immediately go to my knees.  Yes, I am a cocksucking whore, Master!   He takes his dick out and I suck it briefly, then he pulls it out of my mouth and dries it on my hair.  To accomplish this, my head must be pulled into an attitude of submission, matching my feelings.  

He uses the loose end of his belt to slap my face half a dozen times, not terribly hard as there is no momentum.  Just a reminder.

Then while he puts his pants back right he tells me to show my cunt.  I already know this means I have to lie back on the floor and spread it.   When he tells me "Ok, good girl" I can get up again.

Then I get all my winter things on: snow pants, boots, gloves, and parka to go out and open and close the front gate as he drives through.  One more kiss, but no flashes this time.  It is hovering around 0 degrees this morning.  

The dogs romp around me on the way to the barn, where I get the sheep all fed and watered before I head back in to my waiting coffee cup.  

Rope, Clamps, Flogging, Yay!

Yesterday was a good day.

It started out not so great, with a doctor appointment and driving home in a bit of light but very slippery snow, but as soon as I got home it began to look up immediately.

Master was home, and after I had vented my frustrations to him he told me he wanted some cock sucking.  We went upstairs and I knelt in front of him and gave him my full attention.  Then he stood me up and tied ropes around me, a chest harness and a rope between my legs with a "happy knot".  He pushed me down again and entered me from behind as I knelt, head down, on the carpet.  

Just for a few thrusts, then he let me clean him and he said we needed to get dressed to go out.  I put jeans and a hoodie over the rope harness.  It showed a little at the neck but only if my shirt got crooked.  It showed even more plainly that I wasn't wearing a bra or undershirt. And it was cold out.

We went to Mystique's to watch Westworld and then the three of us went out for lunch.  It was a lot of fun, but there was also some serious discussion too. The ropes pulled and tugged at me in very interesting ways the whole time.

After lunch on the way home Master had me talk dirty to him while he fondled one of my breasts.  I was getting pretty excited in the car and wiggled on my "happy knot".

We got out of the car and I was about to go shut the gate when he beckoned me to come to him.  I did, not knowing what he wanted.  He quickly scooped up a handful of snow, lifted my shirt and pressed the snowball to my bare breast. 

I went ahead and shut the gate, still cold and slightly dripping, not wiping any of it away.  

He took up the big knife, then had me strip, kneel and suck him while he did some things on the computer.  He told me to bring him the cutting board for some spanking.  The knife is good for that, or for pressing to my throat.

  I was good and warmed up, tingling all over with pleasure, when he took me upstairs and untied the ropes, then flogged me thoroughly and hard.  After that: the belt, which was painful but bringing me close to orgasm each time he struck.

He used the clover clamps on my inner labia, and then nipples, and fucked me, making me come over and over as he tugged on the chain between them.  

Teeth about to bite

Weight

You might remember from a while back that Master was weighing me weekly and punishing me if I gained a pound?  Well, that completely dropped off the agenda- he didn't do it any more. 
 I stopped reminding him.  And then I started gaining weight like BLOOP! BLOOP!

Even though I kept up with the exercising, inspired by the fitbit and other tools, I also kept up with the eating.  Uh huh, that happens.  Food is just so good!

So, last week Master announced that HE was going back on the Atkins diet and I decided it was a good time for me to diet also.  So we both started on Wednesday, a week ago, and so far I have lost 6 lbs.  He has lost weight too.  I know I can keep doing it!  I have only been sick one day, and that was probably due to too much cheese. 

I know it is not a balanced diet. People who can lose weight on a balanced diet probably have no trouble with eating and weight to begin with.   There is no other diet that I have tried that made me lose even so much as a pound.  And, this is the only one I've ever been able to stick to for more than a few hours (yes, hours).  But this one works, it gets rid of cravings for so much junk food, so I'm doing it.  

I don't have a goal weight exactly, but it would be great if I lost at least 20 lbs. 

Master/slave Talk, plus caning

Saturday was our local munch, and the topic was Master/slave relationships, a discussion led by my Master.  I was not so much a prop this time (last time I had to do stupid slave tricks), but just a listener, occasionally adding comments.  There were lots of questions, and the discussion went for almost two hours, so that was really good.  I enjoyed it.

 I was the only person there who is a slave. 

He passed around my list of rules again and one friend asked where was my list of limits, why wasn't it written on the back?  

I said I didn't have one.  There was some discussion of limb lopping and other crazy shit.  That doesn't even fall in the same category as barbed wire floggers, or other messy blood play, imo, which was also brought up.   I have my own theory on why people jump to limb lopping or other horrible things immediately when they think of anyone having no limits.  I didn't get a chance to say it at the munch, unlike the last time Master gave this talk, because the discussion quickly went a different direction.

My theory is that every potential slave has some action or activity that they secretly dread being ordered to do.   But it is something that other people in BDSM land actually do, and thus they are afraid to come out with "But what if he made me drink pee? (I must have limits)" and look like a fool, because a lot of people do drink piss and are fine with it.  It's not dangerous unless that is ALL you get to drink.  Then you die of dehydration, slowly.  But as an add on it is fine.  There is nothing wrong in my opinion with simply stating that you have limits.  Most people should have limits, especially if they are new-ish.

So instead they say things like "But what if he wanted to cut your arm off?"   Anyone who wants to cut your arm off for real is not going to ask first if it is on your limits list, they are just going to do it.  Limits in that case are totally pointless. 
Kick 'em in the nuts and run.

In my opinion, a limits list is for things that are within the realm of possibility that a partner could want, but that you just don't want to do.  And that is totally fine, if that is the way things work best for you. 

 I'm sure no one there at the discussion could fathom the attraction of being made to do things I don't actually want to do.  It's a particular kink, and I have it, and a lot of people in the community don't have it and don't understand it. 

 That's ok too.  There is room for everyone and every kind of kink.

We don't have to all be the same- how boring would that be?!

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That was pretty much it for us and kinky fun until Sunday night.  We had a lot of fun doing other stuff together, like walking in the first snow of winter and baby sitting a friend's puppy.

 Bedtime.

 I wasn't sure what would happen until I was waiting in my kneeling position on the floor and Master came in, walked around, but didn't immediately tell me to get in bed.  That was my first clue that he might want something more that sleep.  Then he had me remove his socks and underwear for him.  I sat on my feet with my head lowered until I got the next order.  

"Get in bed and turn on the lamp".

I turned on the light, hopped in bed, and tucked myself under the covers.  To be totally honest, I only did that last bit because it is so hot when he rips the covers back from me. 

He began telling me I was his cunt, his hole for fucking, and he took me right then. I was already wet for him.  He wrapped my leash around my wrists and snapped it to my collar.  He had to push my arms up out of the way since his view of boobs was blocked.  After he finished fucking me, I wasn't coming often enough for him.  I had at first, but then the orgasms were running out, I did not come on command, so he said he'd have to beat me.

Oh no! Anything but that! Not the briarpatch (grin)!

 The first few strikes of the cane were hard and I flipped around, looking at him and trying to twist away.  This is not something I consciously plan, it is a reaction.  He ordered me down flat again and I bit the pillow to try to be quiet and also have an anchor point to stay still.  

It was a wonderful beating and I did come, and then I asked for more (beatings, not orgasms).  Most times the pain is more important to me that the orgasm. I'm not sure why.  Both together is always great.  

After all that, I got an actual punishment, for making the bed hastily, messily and at the last minute. It wasn't painful, but it was more horrible than pain. 

Top Sex Bloggers

I'm so freaking excited to have made the list!

The top 100 sex blogger list of 2016 is sure to give you some good reading material if you haven't got enough blogs to read already, so check it out.

I'm at #59, whee!  

Molly's Daily Kiss Top 100 


 

Machete

Sucking his cock with a machete pressed to my neck is super hot. Especially if I have to lean into it to do a good job.

Just a random thought brought on by the other night.  :)