Tuesday, May 23, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Digging Deep

1. The last time you had sex, was it urgent or essential?
Consider masturbation or sex with a partner.
  I think it was urgent for him and essential to me.  Sunday he hadn't really flirted with me all day, but we had been walking together a lot.  At bedtime I tucked in under the blankets (after being allowed to get in bed) and he came up and jerked the blankets down. He wanted me to say no and struggle.

2. What should you stop doing? Why?

I can't think of anything.  If I was doing anything that Master didn't like he'd tell me.  

3. What makes you feel strongest? Sexiest?


4. When do you feel vulnerable?

When I am giving in.

5. What is missing from your sex life?

  A trapeze? 


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Back Breaking

My back has been hurting since yesterday, probably from too much standing around at the fun fair.  Walking or sitting doesn't bother it but too much standing still does.  

My Master said he wanted to do some gardening today, so I asked, mostly talking to myself, which job I could do in the garden with hurting my back.

"Cocksucking", he grinned at me. 

Later on this evening we are going out to a play party.  I'm really eager!  I'm sure it will be good for my back.  

Friday, May 19, 2017

Crawling: Kink of the Week

To me crawling is a powerfully evocative action, representing submission in a physical way, like kneeling, only more painful.  

In my mind, crawling is much more about submission than about sexiness.  But since submission and sex go together so well in my world, it all becomes wrapped up together.  When I'm crawling I'm literally lowly, humbled, at his mercy (or not).   That is the feeling that I love about it.   Crawling on carpet is fun, but crawling across a hardwood floor is painful on the knees, so that adds an extra level of  "Only doing this because he wishes it", which is pretty hot for me.

I have  crawled for my Master many times.  Often it is because I'm already on the floor and he wants me to move to a new location: "Crawl over here, slave", he will command me.  Sometimes that is followed up with "Kiss my feet" or "Suck" or "Lie on your back". 

Then there are the times when my legs are too wobbly to trust from the things that he's been doing to me and I crawl from place to place rather than try to stand.   That is a different feeling, but also produces strong feelings of humility in me. 

Crawling for him in front of other people, with observers, adds a level of humiliation to the already humbling act.  

See more about crawling at Kink of the Week:  

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Clamps and Tea: A Perfect Day

When Master got home Tuesday morning he was too tired for anything but breakfast and then sleep.  He told me to wake him at 11:30 with specific instructions:  butt plug in, leather collar on, and start with cocksucking to wake him.  

It was a difficult three hours to wait, let me tell you!  I was so excited and eager, but couldn't do anything about it.  I distracted myself by looking at and reading about puppies.  Puppies are pretty distracting.

Finally 11:30 arrived and I went up, sneaking around the bedroom quietly to get the lube, the plug, the collar and get myself all ready.  I snuggled under the covers and found Master sleeping on his stomach.  I persuaded him to roll over and I got to work on sucking.  

After he had fucked me he kicked me out of bed to make him some tea.   I hadn't gotten more than 2 feet away before he stopped me to  attach the nipple clamps.  I wasn't allowed to dress, but just went down without robe, slippers or even my glasses to make the tea.  He followed me.  I was hurrying along the hallway when I felt him grab me from behind and force me to my knees.  He pushed me forward a little bit until I had one hand on the stair.  He entered me hard and the combined pain of the swinging nipple clamps and the forcefully rammed butt plug made me whimper pitifully.  Then he let me go.  He slapped me and told me to get on that tea making!

  I had no idea how long 2 minutes and 30 seconds could seem until I was standing there in agony watching the microwave countdown. My nipples felt like they were being cut open, and I had to remind myself that it was only pain, nothing was wrong, just pain. 

When it was ready, he came down and pulled me to him by the chain on the clamps.  I cried.  He removed them and told me to come; I cried some more.  And came.

Then he sat and drank his tea, watching some porn, while I sucked his cock.  When the tea was done he bent me over the kitchen counter, paddled and then fucked me a little more.

We headed back upstairs.  He told me to stand at the dresser for my flogging.  This felt totally amazing.  He turned me around and slapped my breasts. I flinched away each time, not so good!  So he grabbed the hood out and said it would be harder for me to flinch when I couldn't see it coming.   I couldn't, of course, and that hurt much more. 

There was much more fucking, and caning, and more fucking, everything is sore... such a perfect day!


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

The Dogs Are Gaslighting Me

I always let Ben and Sprite out together at night, last thing before bed, after they have eaten their food. It's best to have a routine so I don't forget anyone when I'm tired. I'm sitting here at my computer and I hear rustling from Ben's crate, where he eats, so I think "Oh, I need to let Ben out." I go in the other room and there is Sprite in Ben's crate, and she's playing with his empty food bowl.

My sleepy fuzz brain says "I guess I already let Ben out, because he's not there. But wait, I know I let Sprite out too, because she goes out with him. But there she is. In the house. Playing with the food bowl."

Out loud, I say "Sprite, let's go out" and she follows me, because she's a dog.

Questioning the usual suspects, I found out Sprite went out the kitchen door, ran around the house and came back in the back door, because there was lightning. It all makes sense now. If I can find Ben.

Monday, May 15, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Choices

1. If you and your significant other played “sexual truth or dare” with other couples, would you rather watch your s.o. have sex with someone or would you prefer having sex with someone in front of your s.o.?

Both are fun, but I think I'd rather watch him have sex.

2. Would you rather watch your favorite porn with your sibling or read your favorite sexy erotica out loud to your parent(s)?

The Horror, the horror!  Ummm, I guess reading erotic to my parent? Yikes, though. 

3. To get sexually aroused, would you rather watch girl on girl porn or guy on guy porn?

I watch both, but maybe a little bit more with two women.  I especially like it if it is violent.

4. Would you rather have sex with your boss, in an office conference room or masturbate at home knowing that your neighbor is watching?

Whichever one my Master wants.  I know this is a cheat on the question.  Master is my boss, so I'll pick that one! 

5. Based on your current mood, would you rather try out new and kinky sex ideas or have romantic sex?

Always pick kinky!

Bonus: Would you rather have three kids and no money or no kids with three million dollars?

Three kids.  I already have two, so that's the only good option there. 


Sunday, May 14, 2017

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

To all the moms out there in blog land!

I had a very lovely day.  We convinced the kids to go out with us (they are very stay at home-y lately) to a museum exhibit I wanted to see and then out to eat for mid afternoon lunch/dinner.  

I think everyone had a great time.  

Wednesday, May 10, 2017


Sometimes instead of just getting off, you want to pull out all the toys. Master gave me permission for "several" orgasms today and I sure did.

Skirt Up

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Unique New Pleasure

I'm just going to say it.

I love caning.

There isn't anything about it that I don't love. 

The anticipation beforehand of how much it's going to hurt.

The warm up (if any).

The pain.  Most of all the pain that is so hard to take that I squiggle and try to get away.

The arousal that comes next.  I would hump anything.  Even the air. To get off.

Even more pain.  Strokes on top of fresh welts.

Some teasing, stroking, rubbing.  And more pain.

The after glow.

The pain of marks that remind me of their presence later when I try to sit. 

But today I had an entirely unique and new pleasure. 

 Hooded, I lay back naked on a bed that wasn't ours.  I was in the subspace and after glow state after a hard caning.   Two men, one of them my Master, discussing all sorts of topics, personal and historical and literary, from gossip to Kipling to imperialism, as they lay on either side casually fondling me all over.  At first Master had my arms pinned above my head, but my hands began to fall asleep and I wiggled them down to my sides.  

Hands touching me everywhere.  With the hood I couldn't tell who or where the hands might go next.  I was ready for anything and yet utterly relaxed.  My breasts, my sides, my thighs, the top of my pussy, my stomach, my hands, my arms.  Light stroking and gentle massaging, moving from one area to another.   It was just so entrancingly and casually erotic I could have lain like that forever, the conversation of two deeply interesting men shifting from one topic to another, sometimes emphasizing points of conversation on my body, talking with their hands.  I lay quietly for the most part, content to be a play object. 

Monday, May 8, 2017

TMI Tuesday

1. What period of your life was the happiest? Why?

I really think the last 6 years have been the happiest I have ever had.  I like having kids, but I like it even more now that they are more independent and don't need me constantly hovering over them.  I'm not really a good hover-er, but little kids, well, they are danger prone and into everything, so you kind of have to!

And I really, really love being a slave to my Master.

2. True or False. If you want a successful date, take charge–take the lead. Why?

False, for me anyway.  I am a submissive person and I do not feel comfortable in the lead.  I like the motto "Begin as you intend to go on" for this situation.  If you are a leader, lead.  If you are naturally a follower, do that.  Then you will get to know each other as you really are.  

3. True or false: Males are aggressive and assertive, and women are nurturing. Explain your answer.

I disagree with just about any gender stereotypes.  I think plenty of men are laid back or submissive, and there are some kick ass, take charge women out there too, including those who think children are demon spawn and couldn't nurture at all. 

4. Is your body keeping you from a good sex life? How so?

Nope, I'm happy with my sex life.  My body cooperates pretty well with what Master wants it to do. 

5. Smiles. Do you have a sexy smile that is different from your regular smile. Post a pic of your sexy smile or describe it for us?

I guess I do, but I can't post a picture.  There is a bit of a wicked glint in my eye when I'm thinking naughty things.

Bonus: May is Masturbation Month. Which of these is your best benefit from masturbating:
a. helps you to relax and/or fall asleep
b. boosts self-esteem
c. combats erectile dysfunction
d. helps you know what feels good so you can tell your sex partner

None of those, really.  I am allowed to masturbate once a day if my Master isn't home, and I usually have used that opportunity way before bedtime.  I just do it because it feels good and relieves some horniness (sometimes). 

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Good Weekend

The weather the last few days has been perfect here.  Master and I went out walking Saturday, and Sunday we went to the garden store and came home with a huge cart full of things to plant, including raspberries of two types.  After all that digging around I'm pretty sore now, which is enhanced by the marks he's left on my ass. 

Saturday night Master was tired, but wanted to get off inside me before sleep, so we had a real quickie fuck, after which he beat me a little with the canes as a reward.   It was a hard for me to get to sleep after that, but not impossible.  I woke up still horny, but Master didn't feel that good and needed some breakfast and tea right away.  He felt better later in the morning.

I wasn't expecting him to do anything with me because we had all those gardening plans, but before I knew it I was kneeling on the bedroom floor.  He blindfolded me and I felt his knife scraping across my ass.  It didn't hurt nearly as much as cutting myself on a bread knife, and in fact I didn't even realize he had made cuts on me until I was putting jeans on later and felt the sore spots rubbing. 

He was still holding the knife as he pulled back on my collar. I was on my hands and knees on the floor.  He put the knife to my throat and fucked me from behind, which was amazingly hot.  There was a lot more fucking after that, which has all blended into indistinctness in my mind now.

Afterward, when we were cuddling, he said I looked so sweet that he hardly even wanted to blow on my tummy at all.   The only reason he likes to do it is that I hate it.   So I figured if I could fake not caring about whether he did it or not then he wouldn't want to do it any more.   Right?

I made the mistake of saying all this out loud.   He started singing a Frozen tummy blow song.  You know the one: "Let it blow, let it blow..." ending up with "Tummy blows never bothered me anyway."

He started to move down that direction and my face scrunched up, expecting the worst.  So much for pretending.  But he didn't do it after all. 

We got in the shower right away and he started by aiming his penis at me.   "You wish I would use the toilet, don't you, slave."

I didn't.  I really didn't wish that.  I love being degraded by him. 

"Whatever you want, Master", I answered him immediately.

"I will use the toilet to pee, because that's you.  My toilet," he told me and my insides did squirmy little happy flip flops of delight.  He pissed all over my tits and my cunt. It did not smell good.  So disgusting, in fact.  I want to touch myself again just at the thought, but I can't because I've already used up my allotted masturbation time for the day (one).


Friday, May 5, 2017

Gardening Time!

I'm just getting it ready now; we'll be planting soon!  This is hard work, but I feel like it is good for me as long as I don't over do it in one day and hurt my back.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Hood and Clamps

I waited for Master, kneeling, naked, my head on the floor, my hands stretched in front of me.  I had been ambivalent earlier, not really in my right frame of mind mostly because various parts of my body were acting up.  But as I knelt there I felt the ambivalence fade slightly but not completely from my mind.

Master came in the room.  I didn't raise my head or look up as he walked around behind me.  He kicked my legs wider apart and positioned himself behind me. He parted my lower lips with his one hand and thrust into me hard.  I wanted him, I wanted this badly, but my cunt was completely dry and unprepared to receive a cock, in that uncooperative way that bodies have of not being like pornography.    Each of the first few thrusts was painful, but the pain quickly brought on lubrication.  There's a good cunt.   I squirmed back against him eagerly.  Just then he stopped and told me to stand up.  I asked to be hooded and he told me to go get it.  I was still feeling a bit "overthinky" and hoped the hood would put me into that calm space.  

As he fastened the neck strap on the hood tightly I felt all my worried thoughts float away. I was calmed and completely in the moment.   When the other strap was done I felt him grip my collar tightly and use it to raise my head.  

Something cold and sharp was pressing into my neck.   A flash of fear when through my stomach.  I couldn't see.  I couldn't know what was going to happen next or what was really happening at that moment.  He took the sharp thing away and I felt him leave my side.  I stayed motionless of course.  Where was I going to go blinded?  

I heard the familiar jingle of the nipple clamp chains.  My hands seemed to have minds of their own, flapping around in front of me, getting in his way.   He cuffed my wrists together with the leather strap/handcuffs I have been wearing around my wrist.  

How it looks for every day wear

Unsnap it, flip it around, it turns into cuffs. 

Master fastened the nipple clamps as I concentrated on controlling my rapid nervous breathing.  It sounds so much louder in my ears with the hood on, like an echo chamber.  Clamps in place, he rested my cuffed hands on my dresser and began with the soft floggers.  The blows weren't hard, but each one set the clamps to swaying, which was exquisitely painful.  It went on a (seemingly) long time until he switched to the stingy pair of floggers.  I was quickly overwhelmed by the pain coming at me from both sides- my shouting nipples and the stings of the flogger on my back.   Concentrating on my breathing helped me to hold still. 

He removed the clamps (OW) and led me to the bed.  I have gotten better about following his guidance blindly while wearing the hood and he barely had to encourage me this time.   He told me to put my hands down.  I crawled into bed.  He began to beat my ass with something- I believe it was one of the paddles.  Then he felt my cunt up a little and told me to get the right way on the bed.  I crawled over and straightened out.  Master took the leash and snapped it to both the cuffs and my collar so my wrists were fastened quite near my neck and I was face down on the bed.   

He beat me then with the paddles and the canes.  There was a lot of punching.  He made up a kinky alphabet soundtrack that went like:

A is for Ass-whacking with Abba
B is for Beatings with Bowie
C is for Caning with the Carpenters
D is for Degradation with Disney Ditties

He skipped E and went straight to Fucking.  Without songs.

His hands pressed down hard on my back so my face was buried in the bed, the small hole in the hood not quite adequate anymore for breath.  Before I completely ran out, he let up on me.  Now instead he was pulling back on the collar to choke.  Inevitable orgasms rocked me as he finished with me.   

I just have to say that cuddling afterward while still wearing the hood, with my hands still cuffed and leashed to my neck, was one of the best feelings in the world. 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Love Day

1. Today is couple appreciation day. What do you most appreciate about being a couple (consider current or past relationships)

I most appreciate that my Master loves me; he's always there for me when I need him.  He really is my rock when the waves get wavy.  We are so close we sometimes seem to be reading each others' minds.  I love it when he beats the stuffing out of me, too.
2. It is also Global Love Day. How can you or how will you extend love today?

I am looking forward to hopefully being fucked senseless.  And breakfast with my Master.  Both are all about the love.
3. May 1 is loyalty day as well, originally it had to do with patriotism in the United States. That meaning aside, in what ways are you loyal?

I guess I'm loyal to those I love. I'm not really sure how to answer that. 

4. So it seems today is also Phone In Sick day. When is the last time you phoned in sick? Where you really sick? How did you spend the “sick” day?

I can't remember the last time I called in sick.  Right now since I am at home, I still have things to take care of even when I'm sick, but I also get to spend as much time as possible lying around in bed sleeping and getting well faster.   

The one time I remember calling in sick at a former job (about 17 years ago) was when one of our dogs was having puppies.  It was on a weekend, and since they were short staffed on the weekend, no one was allowed to call in sick then EVER.  But my dog, Becky, had puppies all night Saturday night, and I stayed up delivering them, of course, so when Sunday morning rolled around I was wiped out and had a splitting headache to go with it.  I called in, said I wasn't coming in and they were all SO mad at me.  Ah well, I just couldn't do it.   I slept all day and they didn't fire me, so it was all right once they had all been over to play with the puppies.  And I named one of the puppies "Luke" after one of my coworkers, which he thought was great.  I almost gave the puppy the ASCA/AKC registered name "Moneyshot" since that was (person) Luke's nickname, but I ended up thinking the registries wouldn't approve and I didn't do it. 

5. May 1, 1840 the world’s first adhesive postage stamp was issued in the United Kingdom. Who would you like to see on a postage stamp?

The Tick.  
I have no idea why, I just think a tick superhero would make a great stamp.

Bonus:  How was your first day of May?  

Not as good as my 2nd of May.  :)  Hopefully I will be able to write more about that.


A Non Post Post

I seem to have some sort of writers block.  It feels like everything I could say has already been said.  I wish spring would get here for real.  Forty degrees and dank drizzle is unpleasant.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

One Jumping Jack: The Humiliation

Tuesday, I dressed up for Master before he got home.  We had a whole day with no one home and nothing planned except for being together.  It was a great feeling to have that stretched in front of us.   I put on an old blue button down shirt that Master had given me.  He likes the look of me wearing a man's shirt and nothing else.  I discovered that it had no buttons down to my navel and I remembered he'd ripped them all off last time I wore it and I'd never sewn them back on.   Good times.

I also put on my leather collar and wrist cuffs.  A touch of lipstick, combed my hair and cleaned my undercarriage, and I was all set!   I made some breakfast for him.

When he came in he looked me all up and down hungrily.   I cuddled up close to his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling him.  He cuddled me back then stepped away and ripped the shirt open, sending the last button flying.  Then he sat down to eat.

Afterward he took me upstairs.  He had me get the camera out so he could make a movie of me doing jumping jacks with the nipple clamps on.  First one set went on.  I took a deep breath to prepare for the other which went on below them.  This isn't too bad, right? (ha!)   

"Jumping jacks now?" I asked, a little plaintively.  

"Yup," he said. 

I jiggled up and down just a little bit, wincing.

"Come on, jump, jump!" he encouraged. 

I did one very small jumping jack and cried.  

He took the clamps off.  I moaned some more.

Then he got out some ropes and tied my hands and arms in front of me as I took some deep breaths.  I realized he hadn't even picked up the camera yet.

"You didn't get a video of my jumping jack.  I could do it again." I don't know where my mind goes at times.  I didn't want to fail, that was the thing.

"Nope, we are moving on now to something else", he said.  My one little jumping jack with nipple clamps was just too pathetic for movies.  The humiliation!  I know I could do more if I got another chance.   Well, maybe.  That really hurt like fucking ouch!

Instead of more painful jumping, I got tied and fucked and flogged.  He put me face down over the chaise longue and fucked me until my knees were so weak I could barely stand up.  He fucked me doggy style on the floor until he came.  

He told me to get in bed, and I lay face down as he got the music set up.   John Denver?  
He started caning me and singing along, one song after another.   He began with the really heavy, thuddy cane.  Then the lighter, springier one.   My butt is still quite sore.   When he was done I found out he'd made a video of part of it, which was absolutely hilarious.  He's singing "Country Roads" but making the lyrics all dirty.  I'm lying there with my tied hands covering my face shaking with laughter as he's leaving red welts all over my backside.   With all the laughter and floating around in subspace it was just the most beautiful thing. 


Monday, April 24, 2017

TMI Tuesday

Does your workplace have a “casual Friday” or a day when you can dress down or out of uniform?

Since I stay at home, every day is casual day for me.

2. Has the growth of social media and unabashed sharing of personal info on social media made you MORE or LESS cautious about your privacy?

It has made me a bit more cautious about sharing details, especially when mixing kink and vanilla worlds can happen.

3. Is gay marriage legal where you live?

Yes! Hurray!

4. Is smoking marijuana legal where you live? Under what circumstances?

No, not under any circumstances.  It is still popular here though.  We don't risk Master's DEA license by using illegal drugs.

5. Give us a hashtag that best describes your weekend. Hashtag must be 15 letters or less.


I'm not explaining.

Bonus:  Have you ever stalked a celebrity? Who?

Oh, just a little.  I wouldn't really call it stalking.  I happened to see a local famous author, Patrick Rothfuss, eating dinner at a restaurant one night.  I recognized him because at the time I was reading his blog.  I asked Master if I could go over and ask him to sign "a body part" and he said no, let the man eat in peace.  So I didn't talk to him, but I did look over there a few times and "squee" silently in my head.  

My other celebrity I follow (also in a very non stalkerish way!) is Dr. Patricia McConnell.  I took her class back in college, went to her dog training classes and was religious about listening to her radio show until it ended (boo!).  
I also went to her book signing just a week ago and she signed my copy of her new book.   She didn't remember me.  The highlight of my celebrity experience was once (20 years ago) she invited me to come out to her farm, see her house, meet her dogs and watch them herd sheep. It was quite a thrill. 

TMI Tuesday Blog for more fun answers.

Fun Day!

Master opened up the new box of clamps.  I was standing naked in the middle of the room in a mixture of fear and excited anticipation. I have so much of a love/hate relationship with nipple clamps.

He reached for my nipple to put one set on.  Right before it touched me I gasped (prematurely).   Then the other set went on right below the first.  He told me to be glad he didn't put them in the freezer first.  I whimpered a little bit.

He played with them some, took pictures, turning me this way and that, and then he had me lie on the floor.  Master took one clamp off of each breast and fastened them down lower:

 He had me stand up and lie down again, which was agony.  He took the clamps off my nipples and made me hold the two free ends apart like so:

When I tried to lessen the tension he told me "wider, pull more" and I did, reluctantly.  He finger fucked me as I did this, making me come and squirt. So fucking good.

He had me stand up again; the clamps had gotten tighter and tighter until I was almost crying.  When he took them off my lower lips I doubled over, gasping out "Oh, fuck!"

He had his laptop in bed already, and he soon had me between his legs, pleasuring his cock as he watched porn.   He took me and fucked me, making me come in all different positions.  When he had also climaxed, he told me to lie on my stomach, because he wasn't done with me yet.  

He tied my hands to the headboard.
Then the caning began.  It was quite possibly the most erotic thing ever.  In a little while he put on some Bowie's music and I was humping the blankets as he beat on me.  I think I had three or four more orgasms and my butt was bright red and smarting after much more beating. 

After that we took a shower together.  He had me bend over in front of him and his cock nudged up against my pussy.  He began to piss on me, in me, and then I thought that maybe THIS is the most erotic feeling ever, his warm stream flowing over my hole.  He turned me around mid stream, had me kneel and he covered my front in his piss too.  Then Master pulled my mouth onto his cock for the last few bitter drops.  I think he was just as turned on by this as I was, and he began jacking himself.  I turned around and bent over accommodatingly, silently begging, really.  He took me.  He fucked me for a short time that way, bent over under the stream of the shower, then he put me on my knees again.   He came in my mouth.

 I washed him all over.  As he was getting out of the shower he said "I'm getting out so you can finish yourself off." 

I leered and touched myself, saying "Oh yeah?" 

"Come!" he said.  I did, too.  


Saturday, April 22, 2017


Yes, I'm an addict.  Caffeine is my dark mistress.   
I ran out of the regular coffee yesterday, because I thought I still had some in the back of the freezer and it turned out to be de-caf (why I have that, I have no idea, probably an accidental purchase). 

I drank my de-cafe/fake coffee and tried to get on with my day. I should have had some tea but I thought I could get by without.  I couldn't even masturbate properly because all my fantasies turned into thinking about sleep.  I hurt my pussy keeping the vibrator on it for too long.  Then I lay in a sunny spot on the floor and tried to think how I was going to get dressed without standing up.  

That didn't work. 

I did some gardening, moved the sheep to new places in the yard where they could get some new grass.  Ben was my helper dog.  He did a perfect 30 minute down-stay while I worked in the garden and watched the sheep at the same time.  I need the dog out there with me in case the sheep start to wander toward any of my bushes, flowers or small tree areas, because they love to eat that stuff.

Finally in the afternoon I went to the store and picked up some coffee, came home and made myself 3 cups.  Then I had energy to bake cheesecakes for Trivia, take the dogs for a walk, do some training on sheep with Tessa, make dinner and finish up some chores.   

I headed out to Trivia before Master got home, leaving dinner for him, because he said he didn't want to go.  

To my surprise and happiness, one friend had gotten everyone a gift bag full of little presents to celebrate the team's 25th anniversary!  Can you believe they have been doing it that long?   The contest itself is on the 48th year.     

In the gift bag was a blindfold, a tiara and some Mardi gras beads, among other things.  I wore all of them all night, though the blindfold was pushed up on top my head so I could see.   It was a really fun and silly time and my mood was completely back to happy normal by the end.  

When I got home it was late but Master was still awake in bed.  He was waiting for me.  What an ending to the day! 


Friday, April 21, 2017


I'm having a morning of feeling empty, lonely, disconnected.  Hating everyone and everything.  I read a blog about someone else's struggles with being on a diet. Of having to be perpetually on a diet.  Worrying about Unicorn frappacinos and what it means for the country.   I felt slightly better.  Yes, that's relatable! Dieting sucks.  Also gaining weight does too.  Which sucks more?  Eh.

Swept the floor.  Feeling slightly better after that.  I still hate everything but at least the floor is clean.  And I have to make cheesecake today.   But I don't have to eat all the cheesecake!  It's for Trivia, which I am also feeling ambivalent about instead of excited.  I think I need some sunshine.  I should get out in the garden but that just seems like a lot of work.  

Thursday, April 20, 2017


I ordered Master a present and it arrived yesterday. I put it on his pillow under the blankets so he'd find it when he came to bed.  

After someone (Tori!) had made a comment on my picture about needing more clamps for my other side to by symmetrical when wearing the clamp from nipple to labia, he thought that sounded like a great idea.  Clover clamps are cheap, so I ordered another set for him.

I think he was happy about it, but last night he set the clamps aside for later.  I was lying on my side in bed and he was sitting at my head.   I was just gazing up at him, until he said "What, you need an engraved invitation?  Start sucking."  Then as I did so, he proceeded to "engrave" along my ticklish side with his finger, "To... whom... it ... may...concern".  I fought off my laughter to try to continue pleasuring him.  I lost it when his finger dug in just above my hipbone for the colon.  Not my colon.  Then colon on his engraved invitation to suck his cock! 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Growing Up, But Not TOO Much

Our oldest kid is at the age when we start to wonder if he's going to want to do Easter egg hunts or not.  He just got his Driver's permit, after all! I took him out driving on Friday and Master did yesterday.  It's a bit frightening to think about. 

 In my opinion, you can never be too old for hunting eggs, and I only stopped because when you leave home and get married the Easter bunny doesn't come any more.  Kind of like Santa, that bastard.  

Then I had the somewhat zen realization that for the Easter bunny to exist you must become the Easter bunny yourself.    

Master thought he might be too old, though, so I asked the kid if he still wanted to do egg hunts and he said "Yeah, of course!"   


I got up at 5am to hide the eggs, mostly because a headache woke me up.  Then at 6 the smaller kid was bouncing around asking if he could wake up his brother.  I made him wait a whole half an hour. 


Saturday, April 15, 2017

Current Project: Translation

My current project for my Master is translating a naughty French novel of 1748.  I bought a cheap paperback online without realizing it was in French.  I couldn't find an English one for anything like an affordable price, so I'm translating, page by page.

Here is a sample:

No, please my dear Abbot, replied Madame C. it will be nothing, I swear: all that you have said cannot calm my fears; and I have given you a pleasure that I could not taste, this isn't right.  So let me do it.  I will put this small bugger...
Well! She continued, "Are you satisfied with my breasts and thighs?  Have you fucked enough, have you had enough excitement?  Why do you pull my cuffs above my elbow?  Sir likes to see the movements of my naked arm?  Do I do well? You haven't said a word! Ah! Naughty! He has pleasures!"

There was a moment of silence.  Then all of a sudden I heard the Abbot who cried out:
"My dear mother, I cannot take it anymore, a little faster, give me your little tongue, I pray you: ah! There!"

Judge, my dear Count, the state I was in during this edifying conversation.  I tried twenty times to get up, to try to find some opening through which I could see them, but the sounds of the leaves always held me back.

This is Therese Philosophe by Boyer D'Argens.  It is quite an anti-clerical book as well as erotica.  I use google translate a lot to help me when my French is lacking.   My favorite, of course, is the spanking scene.  I know there is at least one in there, though I haven't gotten to it yet, because of its inclusion in my book of erotica as an excerpt. 

Friday, April 14, 2017


I find I am forgetting things.  Things like how hard it was to be a submissive and a slave at the beginning.

I read a popular post on Fetlife by a submissive who had committed to seven days of submission and how she struggled to get up and get her Dom's coffee some mornings.  I admit I was scoffing when I brought it up to my Master.  

He brought me down to humility again when reminded me that I struggled to do the simplest things at times in the beginning too.  The first steps can be the hardest.  I should not forget that. 


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Lipstick, Canes and More

Tuesday I needed to pick Master up at the oil change car shop after dropping the youngest at school.  I only had one thing (as much as possible while doing 100 mundane things to get ready) on my mind, which was Master. 

I put on some whore-red 16 hour kiss proof lipstick, heavy eye make up to balance it, my most padded bra and tight shirt, along with a skirt and boots.  

On one hand I was hoping with wouldn't make it all the way home without some sexy action, but on the other I kind of wanted breakfast at Perkins.  As if he were a mind reader, when I picked him up he suggested breakfast at Perkins before I even said anything.   I felt like quite the slut suggestively eating my hash browns and sausages among the old (er) people that make up the weekday breakfast crowd.   Our waitress was young, with nose piercings and interesting hair, and noticed nothing amiss. 

After we ate Master directed me to drive to the woods nearby where we could pick up some Pokemon.  It was a dreary, cold, nearly raining day so no one else was out.  Once we were into the forest he played the game and directed me to fondle his cock through his pants.   I wanted him/it so bad I was nearly sizzling.  He pretended to be barely interested in me or what I was doing, although the occasional moan and the hard cock I held told me otherwise.

We went to yet another park, this one with no private spaces for getting frisky, before heading back home.

He immediately ordered me to go get undressed and put in the butt plug.  He had me bring him the paddle and get on my knees.  He alternated the sucking with a little fucking and paddling until he was ready to go upstairs.  Pushing me to my knees, he got behind me and teased my lips apart.  He entered me with a hard thrust and I pushed back into him, desperately wanton.  Soon he ordered me to stand and face the dresser.   I felt the soft floggers against my back and began to relax into it.   He switched up to the stingy set of floggers and my cunt began to drip traces down my leg.   Master set the floggers aside and brought out an assortment of canes.  The heavy red one was first. 

The middle two felt the same to me, although Master says one of them is more fun in his hand, the feel of it is nicer for him.  Then last was the misery stick.  I'm rarely prepared for that sting.

He had me in bed then, slapping my breasts (as you can see in the picture the other day where they were still all red) and making me come until we were both exhausted.  He asked where I wanted him to come and after some hesitation and hemming and hawing (not allowed) I admitted I was hoping for my ass to be fucked.   He did not do this, he just wanted to hear me say it; instead he finished in my cunt as he wished.   I think we kind of passed out for a bit then; I still had the butt plug in.  

Oh, and the 16 hour kiss proof lipstick did not survive.  :)   


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Random Discussion

As we were driving in the car yesterday:

Me:  I don't think I want to be evil.

Him:  Small and cute makes the best evil, though.

I think we were talking about Pokemon.  He identifies with Team Rocket.  

Tuesday, April 11, 2017


The bruises on my arm are from Sunday.  The red marks are from today.

TMI Tuesday: This or That?

1 – Lights on or off?

Lights on, unless I'm trying to sleep.

  2 – Slow teasing or getting right to business?

Both, either, yes!  The teasing needs to have some pain and bondage for maximum fun.

  3 – Giver or receiver?

Both!  I live giving pleasure, I like receiving pleasure and pain.

  4 – Background noise or no?

Doesn't matter, I will tune it all out anyway and focus on what's important.  Sometimes while playing in a dungeon with a loud driving beat in the music I will dance along to the music, that's fun.

  5 – Top or bottom?

Only bottom, for S/M play.   I like to ride on top for sex too though as long as I don't have to be in charge.

  6 – Private or public?

Heh, both!  I have a bit of exhibitionist in me, but also get shy and embarrassed easily, but also have a severe humiliation fetish, so that all works out well for me to turn me on.

Bonus – Describe your best or worst sexual encounter. Double bonus if you describe both.

I don't have a single best sexual encounter. I have a ton of best sexual encounters and I expect to have many more in the future.  I was talking to Master about this question when we went out for breakfast this morning, and one time I particularly remember as especially hot was described in full HERE

Another one was up at Scott and Kaya's a while back:  http://slavetomasterblog.blogspot.com/2013/09/sunday-morning-whores-and-prayers-from.html

And yet another time that was particularly good was HERE.

There are many more besides those.

I also don't have a worst time ever.  Possibly some time when I was super horny and ready for a long fucking/beating and Master just wanted to finish quickly inside me and go to sleep.  Those are frustrating.

TMI Tuesday Blog

Monday, April 10, 2017

Willing Victim

Sunday morning Master ordered me to follow him upstairs.  He laid me down on the bed and stuck some fingers in my cunt.  It was already wet with the expectation.  He knelt at my head and I sucked him hard.  It felt so good to wrap my mouth around him, and I was getting everything all soaked from the heavy finger-fucking he was giving me. 

Then he took me and after a minute of fucking I gave him a wicked glance.  

"What's up?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about trying to escape," I said, asking permission indirectly for that sort of play.

He said "Go ahead and try," and so it was on. 

I tried to push him off, but I'm just not strong enough. I tried to wiggle away, but he somehow got a nipple and a wrist in each of his hands so that any wiggling I did was agony on my nipples.  I lay still and accepted the continued fucking I was getting until he changed grips.  Then I began my struggle once more.  He slapped me and held me down and twisted and pulled my arms until I lay still.   Then he stopped and pulled out. 

"Ready for the next game?" 

"I guess? What's that?"  

"Now I'm going to rape you and you have to try to stop me," he said.

I struggled and wiggled and tried to bite him, but he avoided my teeth, slapped me some more and got my legs open anyway, despite my best efforts to get away.

When I had given up and gone limp he flipped me over and fucked me from behind until he came.  

I felt totally relaxed and really beat (defeated and exhausted) after that.  I love it.  

I was admiring the bruises left on my upper arms later.  Nice, huh?  

Friday, April 7, 2017

Oh, To Be In Bed

It's after 6 and Master isn't home yet.  Given what happened yesterday, I'm seriously considering going up to bed right now.  

But that probably wouldn't happen again, would it?

Yesterday I made dinner and then spilled a cup of water all over my pants while trying to make tea.  I went upstairs to change, got all comfy in my bathrobe, then noticed my book, the bed... one thing led to another and I fell asleep reading there.

I woke to Master coming in and asking if I was ok.  

"Yes, I just fell asleep, should I come down and keep you company?"

He said yes, but at the same time he was pulling back the covers and eying my panties.

With a Look of disappointment.

"You're wearing panties."

I didn't say anything, and before I could begin to remove them he reached down with both hands and ripped them in half!  The waistband held tight, so he fetched a knife and finished that off.  Then he began tracing and scratching my nether bits with it.  

"All right, time to get up now.  I'm going down stairs", he said.

When I followed him he looked at me with mock-disapproval and said "For shame, you're not wearing any underwear!"  I laughed and put the shredded polka dot undergarment on my head.  

"Yes, I am!" 

He took it from me and stuffed it in my mouth. 

"There, you are wearing them right."

It was then that he gave up the idea (or pretense) of going back down stairs and simply bent me over and fucked me. 

Eventually he asked if I wanted to use my vibrator at the same time.

"Whatever you want, Master", I answered.

"I'm giving you a choice", he said.

I said I would, then he asked if I wanted to make it more interesting.  With great misgivings, I said yes.

"Get the nipple clamps and the vibrator, then, slavegirl."

He put them on me and I rode on top with great grimacings of pain.  Those things are so bad! Or my nipples are just that tender.
I had many orgasms anyway.   So, it really is a good/bad sort of pain.  

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Analingus: KOTW

I enjoy the feel of a tongue on my asshole.  It has happened a few times, mainly in the early days of our relationship. Back then I would worry for about three seconds about the "dirtiness" of the act, but then the pleasure takes over and I forget about all that and just enjoy it.  I think Master has lost interest rimming though, which is all right, I would never want him to do it for me unless he actually liked it.   If he doesn't, then that is that.

He never forced me to do it to him, although once I asked him if I could because I thought he might like it.  We were in the shower, and first I soaped and rinsed his ass really well.  Then I knelt behind him and licked him right on the hole.  I think he liked it ok, but since then he's never had me do it again.  I think perhaps the possibility of germs bothers him more than what he got out of it.  


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Caning Banter

Master was saying how much he loved the new cane, and how it "Doesn't even hurt, really."

I turned my head toward him so as not to be muffled by the pillow and quipped "It doesn't hurt YOU at all."

Oh really?  I said that?  Derp.

"I guess that little comment means we need to hurt you a bit more", he quipped back, and he set the new cane aside in favor of the misery stick.

I Heart Tuesdays

Breakfast made for Master
His nap is done
Cock sucking
Beating with the paddle
Bent over the table fucking
On the floor again
Nipple clamps
On my knees in front of him
Flogging my breasts
Taking my mouth
On hands and knees, fucking
Fucking, coming on my ass
Caning ladder to 25 rungs and back down again 
Knife scratching again the cane welts.
Pressing into my cunt.
don't make any sudden moves
or you may get cut.

Monday, April 3, 2017

TMI Tuesday: What is

 Elaborate on each in greater than 20 words but no more than 100 words.

1. Sex is _____ .

Sex is many things.  It can be a bonding experience for lovers.  It can be fun.  It can be crazy hot.  It can be painful or sweet. It can be anonymous or deeply personal or scary.

2. Love is _____ .

Love is the best thing in the world.  Love is cuddling up to my Master's chest after a hard day.  It is the scent of a baby's head as you kiss them.  Love is your dogs' eyes shining up at you when they ask for petting.  

3. Money is _____ .

Well, now we get to the non- romance!  Money is necessary for a lot of things: food, housing, electricity, medical care.  Extra money is nice for the fun things like vacations.

4. Power is _____ .

Power is something I don't want in my relationship.  It is something I am happy to give up to my Master in exchange for his dominance and leadership.

5. Life is _____ .

Life is nasty, brutish and short.   Life is a weird thing to me.  How do we know we are alive and the table isn't?  The table (wood) used to be alive.  There is no going back from non life to life.  A one way trip. Why?

Bonus: Food is _____ .

Food is best made with love.  And chocolate.  Love and chocolate.

See more here:
TMI Tuesday Blog 

Sunday, April 2, 2017


Yesterday we had a birthday party for our youngest, who is turning 12.   I made this cake on Friday, but left most of the preparations for Saturday morning, so I had a really long list of things to do.

We were taking the kids (5) to play laser tag, so I had to clean out my van.  It was kind of a disaster since I mostly haul around dogs in it.  It didn't have a lot of trash, but of fur and rocks, sand and grit, there was plenty.   There were sheep to feed, the yard to clean up, shower, finish frosting and decorating the cake, and of course make breakfast and lunch and wash dishes.

It was about mid-morning, with only the making breakfast and writing a blog accomplished so far, when I started listing out the things I needed to do on my fingers to Master.  At the end he added "And give a blowjob". 

I smiled and held up one last finger, "Give a blowjob". As soon as I finished the dishes he had me upstairs between his legs as he looked at magazines and pretended I was one of the hot little models in them.   Eventually it turned into fucking and orgasms for everyone, then I had to get up and shower.

Cleaning the car took me a full hour, but the rest of the tasks were pretty quick and I was done 10 minutes before kids arrived.

The laser tag place is over an hour away, but the kids seemed to have a good time punching each other or something in the back of the van (Four 12 year old boys!).

I thought the laser tag was great!  I had such fun.  Master played too, and he tried to explain the rules to me, but it was really complicated and I ended up not really figuring out all the modes until the last few games.  So, I didn't win or anything, but it didn't matter, I had a GREAT time.  Our older son was one of the top scorers not just in our group but for the whole day.  He's done it before with his friends.  

After that we took everyone to Huhots Mongolian BBQ, which everyone loved, although it was so crowded the lines were really out of control.  

Then the ride home.  After a while they got kind of bored of teasing each other and began singing the song from Frozen as a group.  This was pretty funny.  Then Master really impressed them by singing for them and knowing all the words to Weird Al's Star Wars parody of American Pie.   If you want to see how long it is, here's a link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFq1tl1ZEBI.
By the end they were all joining in on the chorus.  

It was a very successful, if tiring, day, I thought.  


Saturday, April 1, 2017


Last night I waited on the floor for Master to come upstairs, as usual, and when he came in and told me to hop in bed I did this, quickly pulling the covers up to my chin as there had been no indication from him that he wanted sex.  

He approached the bed, looming a bit, then jerked the covers down and asked me if I thought we were going to sleep now. 

"I don't know." I peeped out.  

He began by nibbling my thighs and the spot above my pussy.  He bit me there and I jumped and squeaked.

"Did I bite you too hard?" he asked. 


"Suffer, bitch,"  he told me.

He resumed what he was doing, and when he got to the really ticklish spot at the joint of my leg I couldn't take it anymore and pushed his head away.

He stopped and fetched a strap.  "I know how to take some of the wiggle out of this tart," he told me, and tied my hands to the bed above my head.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017


Tuesday morning Mystique had invited me to go out Pokemon hunting and walking with her by the river.  I figured I could do this while Master was sleeping, and he gave me permission. 

 First though, I wanted to make him a nice breakfast.  I got all inspired by the Great British Baking Show, but to make it low carb I used some flavors from a tart one contestant made to flavor an omelet.  It had fresh basil, Asiago cheese and feta cheese, along with the regular spicy sausage and onions.  It turned out fantastic (I ate my part), but then Master was late getting home, so I was fretting over whether the omelet would still be any good and if I could still go out.

Then the older kid sent me a message saying he forgot his school computer and would I bring it? 

A little more anxious fretting.

Then Master got home, ate, went to bed, and I headed out to the park, after stopping by the high school.  It all worked out fine, after all, whew!

It was a beautiful day for being outside.  I almost didn't recognize Mystique because she pulled up on her new motorcycle instead of the car that I was looking for.    I have named it BikeyMcBikeface.  Good name, huh?

Anyway, when we got done with our walk/Pokemon hunt I went home and hopped straight up to the bedroom.  Master asked me to get naked and crawl in bed with him.   He fingered me to a couple-three orgasms and I sucked his cock.  He had me put the butt plug in.  Then he said to grab a towel and come down stairs with him.  He watched porn on the computer while I knelt on my towel and pleasured him.   After a long bit of that he fucked me just a few times in and out as I bent over the counter.  He had me fetch the cutting board paddle and he spanked me hard with it.  He ordered me to kneel in front of him and he spanked me some more.  It hurts even more from that angle, coming straight down!

Soon he was ready to go back upstairs and get me into flogging position.  I asked if I could wear the hood and he said yes.  He fastened it on me and gave me a really nice flogging.  When he turned me around and did my front I still couldn't see a thing (hood), and that sharp sting on my nipples was pretty intense.  I started cringing away and trying to bring my hands up in front but he sternly ordered me to put my hands behind my back and stick my chest out for the rest. 

Then Master guided me to the bed carefully and I lay down on my back.  He fucked me and after a while brought me the vibrator.  It was strange moving from position to position using only touch to find my way.  I really love the hood though.  It takes me to another place sometimes, especially when he fucked me from behind at the end. 

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

TMI Tuesday: All About Sex

1. What question about sex do you find hard to ask your partner?

I still find it hard to ask for anything I want.  I would rather be ruled only by what he wants, but then I have these pesky wants that come up, only I don't like to say them.

2. What question about sex do you find hard to ask anyone?

Pretty much any question.  I don't ask most people about sex that much.

3. Sexually, what are your favorite things to do?

Being tied up, beaten and fucked! 

4. Name 3 things that most excite your imagination when you imagine doing them?

Being pissed on.  Group bukkake scenes.  Humiliation during dinner parties.  Why dinner parties?  I don't know, it is just really hot that way in my fantasy. 

5. In how many countries have you had sexual relations?

Five countries, including the US.

Bonus: Describe your ideal sex partner.

My Master.   Yes, he's amazing.  

TMI Tuesday blog for other people's TMI:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/03/27/tmi-tuesday-march-28-2017/

Saturday, March 25, 2017


Sometimes the littlest events can turn into more fallout than you'd ever expect.  

If you read my very long "What Happened" post, you know what happened.  But the background stories are ever so much more complex and full of human drama.  I am not going there because it isn't my business.  Suffice to say, there is always a background story when things blow up.

The fallout for us, and for the group, is as follows:

Terrible things were said to and about myself and my Master.  The people who said those things are no longer welcome at our home for any reason.   As the saying goes "With friends like that..."

One of those people was using our barn (free) for a woodworking shop.  All that stuff is gone now after Master told them to leave if they couldn't muster up even a teeny bit of politeness.   No space for wood working is available any longer.   Guess who is going to get the fun job of cleaning up the huge mess they left?  Me, of course.  I didn't expect them to clean up the barn after themselves because I have lost a little bit more faith in humanity and gained an extra grain of cynicism. 

Our home is no longer available for any munch, party or kink activities for the group.  We in the past hosted several things each year, some kink and some vanilla parties.  Not any more.  

Mystique has cancelled all munches for the summer.  Usually these would have been held outdoors at our house or other members houses.  They may or may not resume in the fall.

Master and I are no longer attending munches, even if they resume in the fall.  I am not a member any more.  He made this decision due to the risk when people start being disagreeable and possibly vindictive, and also this was supposed to a fun thing for us.  If it isn't fun, what is the point?

 I was rather expecting to hear that we weren't going back even before he told me, but this is the hardest part for me because I still really like most of the people in the group.   He is still really angry at the things which were said by people that we really and truly believed were our friends, and especially how I was treated.  He is very protective of me.
I really looked forward with huge anticipation to often the only kinky gathering we attended each month.  But, you know what, nothing lasts forever.  We will move on to other things.

 So, those were the facts.  Then we get to my emotions, which are huge in my mind but probably completely irrelevant to everyone else.   Sad, hurt, angry.  That pretty much covers it.  Maybe a little scared of what might happen in the future, too.  I feel terrible for Mystique because she didn't deserve any of this mess either and it is very hard on her, as a most generous and caring person.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Useful Slave

I haven't decided if I like this new red page, but I was tired of the old colors, so I'm trying something new. 

I had just dropped the kid off at his game of capture the flag yesterday when Master called me from home and asked if I was coming home any time soon.   I said I was on my way, and he lowered his voice and told me,  "You better be wet and willing, bitch."  

It was all I could do to keep my car at the speed limit after that.  I wanted to fly home, but didn't want to get stopped by the Popo and get in trouble with Master too.  The whole time I was imagining being on my knees in front of him, taking his growing cock in my mouth, having my hair pulled back...

When I got home, I practically dashed up the stairs into the house. He told me to wait for him upstairs.   I took off my clothes and waited in position.  When he got there he ordered me to put my skirt back on.  Just the skirt, nothing else.

I stood next to him.  He pulled my head back by my hair so I was looking up at him.  His other hand went through my collar and twisted it.  My heart pounded.

"Do you know why I bought you?"

My mind raced around for an answer, thinking "Oh, we are doing a play thing!"  I didn't come up with anything so I replied,

"I don't know, Master".

"For sucking and fucking, of course, little slave girl.  Which one are you better at?"

Again my brain floundered.

"Both, Master?"

"We will see," he said, pushing me down to my knees by my collar.  "If you can do an adequate job with your mouth I may fuck you.  Otherwise, I might just come all over your face and leave you unsatisfied.  Would you like that, slave?"

Now I knew the right answer.

"Whatever you want, Master."  

My mouth was then busy with his cock.  I guess I did all right!

He stepped away from me and pushed me down to my hands and knees.   Throwing my skirt up over my back, he lined up, positioned himself and took me with one hard, deep thrust.  It felt violent.  I gasped and tried to relax against his further painful, pounding thrusts.  To accentuate the effect he punched me with his fist in rhythm with the fucking.

When he told me to come I did, hard.

He pulled out and ordered me up.  He held both my wrists in his one hand over my head, pinning them to the wall.   Master drew his other hand way back.  I struggled inside myself not to move as he slapped my breast hard, then drew back for another good swing.  And and few more on each.  

 He spun me, bent me over at the window sill, my hands on the chaise under it and, lifting my skirt again, he fucked me as we looked out on the pastures.  "All mine," he said to me.  "Yes, Master."  He pulled me back until I couldn't rest my hands on the chaise longue anymore.  "Put your hands on the floor."  I was very unsure about this, but I did it.  Then he proceeded to lift one of my legs up in the air so I was a tripod, and he was still fucking me!   I felt about to collapse, but I willed more strength into my arms and managed to stay up until he ordered me to orgasm.  Then I did collapse on to the floor. 

He took me to the bed and fucked me every sort of way.  At one point he had a finger in my butt.  When I was on top of him a few minutes later he put his hand up to my mouth "Suck my thumb that was in your ass."  I dutifully took his thumb in my mouth and sucked it, but knew right away that it was the clean one, that he was just messing with me.  I can tell a clean thumb from a butt thumb!

He told me repeatedly that I was a worthless cunt, just a hole, only good for fucking and barely even good for that.  I felt like I was falling down a deep well, but a little light showed at the top still, which I held on to: he doesn't mean it.  But it was so hot to be told those things while my cunt was gripping him and the pleasure built up and up into peaks, was released by orgasm, and then began building over again as he said more horrible and insulting things to me. It was fantastic.  



Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Money, Again

On Saturday Master and I went to the big city to meet up with some friends for dinner, and also a little shopping.  There is a rocks and minerals shop that Master said would be fun for many of us, so that is where we met.  I had a great time there touching and looking at everything.  I love the feel of polished rocks.  I have a small collection of them still from when I was a kid.  They had everything from cheap little polished rocks and glass beads to very expensive jewelry.   

At one point when people were deciding what to buy I asked Master if I could get something too. 

He said it was fine, as long as I spent under $20.   I ended up not finding anything I wanted for that budget, but I was thinking later about our interaction and how no one even batted an eye at it. It wasn't like we were talking quietly or anything.  It made me wonder. 

To me, as a slave, him controlling the financials and money in the household is completely natural and expected, but I realize in many relationships this would be a hard limit, or something they wouldn't like at all.  I kind of like it, even to the point of getting warm fuzzies. 

Monday, March 20, 2017

Money, Money (TMI Tuesday)

1. What did you do with your very first paycheck?

I don't even remember, it was so long ago.  Probably I put it right in the bank, knowing me.

2. Besides paying recurring bills, What did you do with your last paycheck?

My paychecks go directly into the bank, so nothing special.  Master makes almost all the money; my contribution is pretty minimal.  When I get paid in cash, he has ordered that it goes into my teapot savings and is used every year to go to Tryst.  Although, this year we won't be able to go because they aren't doing a camp in August, so if my teapot does accrue any money we could save it for another year or another kink event, possibly. 

3. There is only one bricks ‘n’ mortar store allowed to remain within 200 miles of your home. What type of store would you want this to be? You can name a type of store or the specific name of a store.

I need the grocery store.
Any grocery store would do, as long as it has fresh foods.  

4. You are only allowed and able to access one website for an entire year. What website do you choose to be your one and only?

I guess it would have to be Facebook, because that is where I get all the news from family and friends, where I message people and make plans, even where I talk to Master when he's at work.  I'm pretty Facebook dependent.

5. What makes you cringe–in life, at work, in the bedroom?

I am easily embarrassed by saying the wrong thing. It often makes me cringe and feel stupid. 
 In the bedroom, very few things make me cringe, unless Master is deliberately scaring me and then I cringe more in fear than embarrassment.   Being set on fire scares me.  

6. What can you do better–in life, at work, in the bedroom?

Oh, pretty much everything.  In life, I am bad at many things.  There is always room for improvement.  In the bedroom, Master is happy with what I do, so I feel pretty good about that part.

Bonus: If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?

I would be with my Master, somewhere warm and sunny and private, where we could do all sorts of things to each other.  Maybe a nice hotel room on an island beach somewhere.   That sounds perfect right now.   The balcony would overlook the ocean and the walls would be quite sound proof.  


TMI Tuesday: Digging Deep

1. The last time you had sex, was it urgent or essential? Consider masturbation or sex with a partner.    I think it was urgent for him and ...