1. If you are on facebook, when was the last time you had to “unfriend” someone and why?
Probably back during the election, for posting really hateful false crap. Most of the time I just hide or unfollow rather than unfriend.
Or I wait for them to unfriend me.
2. What are you addicted to?
Coffee, chocolate, pain, sex...
3. What are the first 3 things you do every morning?
Pee. Make coffee and Master's tea. Make breakfast.
4. How lucky are you and why?
I'm luck in love, not lucky in cards/gambling/contests.
5. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try?
Going to a real honest to goodness glory hole.
Bonus: Are you proud of what you are doing?
Sometimes? I don't know. What am I doing?
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/29/tmi-tuesday-may-30-2017/
Monday, May 29, 2017
Just the Beginning
Slapped on the ass and pushed down on the stairs to be used.
It was just the beginning of the fun.
Picture from Tuesday last week.
Picture from Tuesday last week.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Trivial Pursuits
Last Saturday we went to a kink event in another town which includes a gaming room, as well as a dungeon. We have been going there every few months now, but still aren't meeting a lot of people. I'm not sure why- it seems like it would be a good set up to do that, but each time I go in and look around thinking "Who are all these people?" We did know one couple, because when we got there Mystique and hasufel were already playing in the dungeon.
Master wanted to play a game first, and since no one really looked like they wanted to join us, we just played Trivial Pursuit together. I'm not bad at that game, but my Master remembers and knows almost EVERYTHING, so he kicked my butt. My proudest moment was remember the second man to step on the moon. Mystique and hasufel came and sat with us for a bit, but she was worn out from her day of motorcycle riding in the cold rain, so they were ready to call it a night early.
Around 9:00 we finished up the game and Master led me off to the dungeon. At that time the place was packed, so we had to wait a few minutes and find someone who was just finishing up their scene. Master directed me to undress and hang on to the cross. He started with a few hard blows of the cane to get me "warmed up" before he even got out the ropes. He wrapped my arms in rope, and tied them by the wrist to the cross. He put the hood on me. There was flogging, first with the soft ones and then with the stingy floggers, which made me jump and squeak. I had a really tender part right at the base of my spine that kept being hit over and over until I didn't think I could stand it any more.
Master got out the heavy canes and the light canes and thoroughly beat my ass. He did a little light whacking of my breasts, but not enough to make marks. He beat on my pussy also, making me come.
I was untied, we cleaned up our things and washed the area with sanitizing spray, then we sat in the snack room for a bit too cool down, or warm up in my case. I was freezing cold and Master was overheated. I slept almost all the way home while he drove.
In the middle of the night, after a wonderful evening with Master, that was when the dog messes began... sigh.
Master wanted to play a game first, and since no one really looked like they wanted to join us, we just played Trivial Pursuit together. I'm not bad at that game, but my Master remembers and knows almost EVERYTHING, so he kicked my butt. My proudest moment was remember the second man to step on the moon. Mystique and hasufel came and sat with us for a bit, but she was worn out from her day of motorcycle riding in the cold rain, so they were ready to call it a night early.
Around 9:00 we finished up the game and Master led me off to the dungeon. At that time the place was packed, so we had to wait a few minutes and find someone who was just finishing up their scene. Master directed me to undress and hang on to the cross. He started with a few hard blows of the cane to get me "warmed up" before he even got out the ropes. He wrapped my arms in rope, and tied them by the wrist to the cross. He put the hood on me. There was flogging, first with the soft ones and then with the stingy floggers, which made me jump and squeak. I had a really tender part right at the base of my spine that kept being hit over and over until I didn't think I could stand it any more.
Master got out the heavy canes and the light canes and thoroughly beat my ass. He did a little light whacking of my breasts, but not enough to make marks. He beat on my pussy also, making me come.
I was untied, we cleaned up our things and washed the area with sanitizing spray, then we sat in the snack room for a bit too cool down, or warm up in my case. I was freezing cold and Master was overheated. I slept almost all the way home while he drove.
In the middle of the night, after a wonderful evening with Master, that was when the dog messes began... sigh.
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Ugh.
I am having a fabulous week (sarcasm font).
I have a sick and vomiting kid, whose computer got broken by a leaping dog.
I have another dog who is have constant diarrhea all over everything.
Master is having a terrible time at work thanks to the boss and he's really crabby.
The good thing was that a mysterious and potentially expensive electrical problem seems to have fixed itself just by have the electrician come out and look at it.
So, how's your week?
I have a sick and vomiting kid, whose computer got broken by a leaping dog.
I have another dog who is have constant diarrhea all over everything.
Master is having a terrible time at work thanks to the boss and he's really crabby.
The good thing was that a mysterious and potentially expensive electrical problem seems to have fixed itself just by have the electrician come out and look at it.
So, how's your week?
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?
Pain.
4. When do you feel vulnerable?
When I am giving in.
5. What is missing from your sex life?
A trapeze?
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/tmi-tuesday-may-23-2017/
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?
Pain.
4. When do you feel vulnerable?
When I am giving in.
5. What is missing from your sex life?
A trapeze?
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/22/tmi-tuesday-may-23-2017/
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.
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:
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!
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.
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.
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/15/tmi-tuesday-may-16-2017/
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.
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/15/tmi-tuesday-may-16-2017/
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
Masturbation
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.
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).
See more answers to TMI questions at:
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/07/tmi-tuesday-may-9-2017/
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).
See more answers to TMI questions at:
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/07/tmi-tuesday-may-9-2017/
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).
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.
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.
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.
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| How it looks for every day wear |
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| 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.
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/01/tmi-tuesday-may-2-2017/
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.
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.
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/05/01/tmi-tuesday-may-2-2017/
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.
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