Monday, July 31, 2017

Birthday Spankings

Saturday was my 46th birthday.   Master and I fell asleep at about 8pm.  I had to get up later to feed and let out dogs, so it was probably 11 when he woke up too and told me I still needed my birthday spankings.

He had me lie on the bed and got out one of the canes.  He tied my hands to the headboard with the leash and started up the ladder.  I guessed that he was going all the way to 46, and he did.  If you remember the ladder game, that's not 46 spanks.  It's a lot more.

That's 

one
one, two
one, two, three
one, two, three, four 

And so on, up to 46.  

It wasn't all on my ass.  He also did my shoulders, my tits, my cunt, thighs, calves and the bottoms of my feet.  It was a great night.  I think I should have lots of birthdays.  

Sunday he made me a cake, and we had cake, and then Game of Thrones and then wine and "Game of Bones".   

That's not us!  Obviously.
 

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Summer Morning Rituals

We have rituals in the summer time that don't come up most of the rest of the year.   The making breakfast part I do all year, but in the summer Master has me come out to open the gate for him as well.  

 This is the driveway gate, and it makes it much easier for him if he can just drive on through, rather than open the gate, drive through, get out and close the gate.  

I always feel a bit like I'm standing at attention.  Well, standing at attention while puppy wrangling, because little puppy, who is four months old now, hasn't learned to stay out of the way of the car and not run down the driveway.  So I go out in my bathrobe, catch puppy and put a leash on her. Then open the gate and wait for Master to drive up.  He always has me come to his window and kiss him goodbye.  He makes me open my robe and flash my tits.  Sometimes I have to jump up and down as well.  Then he makes me open the lower side of my robe and show him my cunt.  

Then we say goodbye and he drives off.  I shut the gate, release the puppy and run back to the house before I am discovered by the mosquitoes.   It's a fun little ritual, and I get to feel useful and sexy, but one that will end when school starts.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Captured!

Master took me by one wrist.  I felt my whole body soften in response to him.   He twisted it behind my back and I stayed soft and unresistant, but now the first prick and tension of arousal came.  His other hand gripped the back of my hair hard and captured in this way I was pushed across the dining room to the stairs.  I made my way up carefully but not dawdling with him behind me still holding me tightly.  In the bedroom, he released his hold and shut and locked the door behind us.  

He stripped my clothes, ordered me into bed, and reached into the drawer.  I saw the cuff strap I heard the slight jingle of the nipple clamp chain.  He tied my hands to the headboard rails and pulled them tight.  He attached the clamps and sat over my face, fucking deep into my mouth to choke me.

He fucked me until it hurt. Sore nipples, sore cunt. 

Later that night I went up to cuddle with him at bedtime.  He was going to bed at 7:30pm after working the overnight shift, so I was going to stay up a couple more hours after the cuddling.  "Cuddle" turned quickly to cock sucking, and then to some very painful fucking. I think my insides are bruised.  Lucky me!  I like being used painfully this way. 

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Choose!





Choose what you most desire or would like to have or try?

1. Pilates or HIIT? Why?


I don't know what the second one is, so I'm going to pick pilates. I did a little bit of that for a while.

2. Spouse or significant other-lover?



Spouse!

3. Go clubbing or entertain friends at home?


What kind of club?  If it is kinky and I get to play, then I'd pick that.  Otherwise, just entertaining friends here would be good.

4. Maybach sedan or Mercedes G-class SUV


Why?  I really only like trucks and minivans, but I guess I'd go with the SUV.  Sedans are fine if you don't have a bunch of dogs.
 
5. Soccer or Golf?



Definitely soccer.  I used to play in high school but I have never played or watched golf, it looks pretty boring.  Ok, I played Wii golf, but that's not real.

6. Basketball or baseball?



Hmm, I don't play, but I have watched and enjoyed both.  I'm not a huge sports fan, but I will pick the St. Louis Cardinals (baseball) as my team.

7. Monster or Red bull? Why?



Neither.  I don't think I've ever had one of either.  Just give me a pot of black coffee.

8. Office with a view or work at home?



Home, outdoors if possible.

9. Early bird or night owl?



I'm a morning person.  I get up early even on Sunday when I don't have to. 

10. Boyfriend or Girlfriend?



I like both, if that's the question.  I don't consider Master my boyfriend. 

11. Ice cream or gelato?


I like frozen custard from Culvers, but I don't eat a lot of that. 

12. Silver or gold?


Gold.  Why? I don't know, it's worth more? 
 
Bonus: Money or fame? Why?   

Definitely money.  I do not need any excessive notoriety- I think it would be a pain in the ass.

TMI Tuesday blog for more answers. 

Sunday, July 23, 2017

I Don't Know What I Was Thinking

Instead of being in my spot on the floor, I was reading in bed last night.  I suppose I thought Master would be downstairs for a long time, and I'd have plenty of time to get ready.  

But he wasn't, and I didn't.   

I was startled when he came in, and started immediately feeling half guilty and half rebellious (what's up with that??).  I slunk down off the bed as he glared at me, and he asked me what I was doing.   I went to kneel on the floor but it was obviously too late for that.  I still felt like I should do it, rather than just lie insolently in bed.   He asked me if this was some sort of slave rebellion.  I wasn't sure, but when I didn't answer he took that as a yes.   

For punishment I had to lie on my back, he cranked my legs up high and hit me with the long wavy paddle right on the backs of my legs where it it most painful.  There were three sets of 10 each, except for once I was two wiggly after only four (it hurt a lot!) and he started over.   In the middle of it, he asked me if I'd been punished enough.

"Whatever you think, Master," I answered.  It's not up to me at all, of course.

"Good answer", he said.  And kept going.

Paddling finished, after one tummy blow, I was forgiven and we got down to the extremely pleasurable sucking and fucking parts of the evening.   

I am very thankful for this punishment, a reminder of the rules and how I need to pay attention to them and not get carried away by my own wants. 

Friday, July 21, 2017

True Love

...is sometimes in the form of a wall paper steamer.  Master brought one home last night, and we have been steaming up a storm since then.  The kitchen wall paper is coming down at a much quicker rate than before, and it does well on the leftover paste too.  

"Happy Birthday", he said.   Everything nice he does for me between now and my birthday is going to be given with a declaration of happy birthday, he said. Including my new car.  

Well, maybe not everything.  He didn't say happy birthday after taking me down roughly, putting the machete to my throat, forbidding me from making a sound and then fucking my mouth and cunt last night.  He got me on all fours and then kicked me in the ass and between my legs.   

True love also includes machetes and cunt kicks sometimes.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Belt Buckle

This is the belt buckle from this blog entry: 

http://slavetomasterblog.blogspot.com/2017/07/sexiest-words-ever.html

Master thought I should post a picture of it, so here it is:

It's very heavy. 





Tuesday, July 18, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Sexytimes!

1. For you, what is sexy time?

Any time we we are doing the sucking, fucking or beatings.

2. If your best friend asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?” What would you say?


Yes, my friends are sexy.  My best friend is my Master, and I think he's extremely sexy. 

3. If your Mom or Dad asked, “How’s your love life?” Would you answer? What would you tell them?


I'd say something simple like "It's good."  No elaboration needed! I can't really see them asking that though. 

4. A young 8-year-old neighbor asks you, “What is the birds and the bees?” How do you reply?


"That means how animals make babies".  Also, no need for elaboration unless they have more questions. 

5. What would you do if your lover’s turn on is your turn off?



I would do it anyway, because he wants it.  But I would also tell him it wasn't my thing, because he wants to know what I enjoy and what I do not, mostly so he can torment me with the ones I don't like, I think.  It is actually one of his rules that I must tell him. 

Bonus: What does it mean to be a man?


It means identifying as a man.  That's all.  I don't go for this whole "A real man does xyz or doesn't do abc..." load of crap.   

More answers for TMI Tuesday:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/tmi-tuesday-july-18-2017/

Monday, July 17, 2017

Sexiest Words Ever

Sunday morning I'm on my knees.  No, not praying, but worshiping anyway. 

When he says,

"If you don't start sucking better than that you're going to get the buckle end".

FYI, the buckle end feels a lot worse than the leather end.

About Saturday Night

We went to the geeky play party Saturday night to celebrate our wedding anniversary and had a wonderful time.  We started out with lying on pillows and cuddling, then Master wanted his feet rubbed.   I enjoyed doing this while I soaked up the ambience of many cuddling bodies on one hand and the beginnings of several scenes around us with floggers and electrical devices.   

As more people arrived, we went to look for games to play in the game room, and found a fun little non-kinky card game to join.

When we had finished a few rounds of cards, Master said it was time to beat on me, and I grabbed the bag and went back to the dungeon room.   He chose one of the few pieces of available equipment, a spanking bench.  He had me strip.  I pulled my dress over my head and put it to the side, also removing my glasses. I left my panties on until the last second, though I knew I'd have to lose those too.  I'm never sure if it is more a remaining modesty or just how much I love hearing him order me to remove them.
 (sshhh, slave secret!)

He told me to get on my collar, then he handed me the wrist cuffs and said to put those on as well.  He began laying out instruments as I worked on donning the cuffs.  

Master got the hood out and slid it over my head.  As he tightened the buckles and straps I felt myself slipping into a kind of altered state already.  He led me to the bench and I knelt on the padded kneeler, bent forward and held my hands out to him.  Master stretched my wrists even further and tied ropes to the cuffs to tighten me up.

He began with the soft floggers, which is an all over body massage feeling.  Intermittently he ran his hands slowly over me, over my back and behind, between my legs, checking to see how wet I was. He ran the leather paddle over my back; I could identify it by feel.

It cut sharply into my ass, over and over, until I was squirming against my ropes.  Then he switched back to floggers, I think the stingy ones this time, although events have all run together in my mind now so I'm not sure.   They fell hard on my ass, my back, my upturned feet, ankles and calves.  The flogged ankles were especially painful, feeling like fire raining down on them each time.  There was no where to go, however, I was tightly restrained so I simply accepted it.  

Master got out the wavy paddle, Kris, and rubbed it across my body.  I shuddered a little on the inside, knowing just what it would feel like, and how painful it would be in a second or two.  At the same time I wanted the pain.  It was painful, and I struggled more against the rope, and the first whimpers began to be forced out of me.  I'm not sure why I'd been uncharacteristically quiet, but it might have been the effect of the hood making me feel disconnected from everything around, even partly from myself.  Plus, floggers and leather straps just aren't as painful to me as that wooden paddle!  He fucked me with his fingers until I soaked the towel he'd placed beneath me.

By the time Master untied me and removed the hood I was quite wobbly. He had me sit on the bench and he flogged my front as well.  Then he had me spray down the equipment while he went to get a bed ready.


He sent me over to the mattresses.  There were people on each side, on other mattresses, no more than a couple feet away, probably already fucking although I couldn't see well without my glasses, and I could not tell who they were.   

I was shaking all over in reaction to the beatings, but I lay back and waited for Master.   He fucked me until the shaking stopped and then fucked me some more.  

By the time we collapsed in a heap on the mattress almost two hours had passed, most of that with beating and flogging.

We rested a few minutes, put our clothes on and then went to get snacks.  I drank almost a whole bottle of water in one gulp.  This time, no dehydration issues and no subdrop, so that was good.  It was a wonderful night for me, and a perfect anniversary celebration. 










 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Fantasy Story- Part One

This is one I made up:

He was just finishing up some work at his office.  The sun came in low between the blinds and shone golden on the rows of books across from his desk.  He looked fondly at the leather bound classics and wondered if he should run out for a quick coffee on his way or just head home.   

A hesitant knock sounded on the door.  He crossed the room and opened it to find a young women standing with a sheaf of papers in hand.  She fidgeted from one foot to the other as she began, 

"Professor, I apologize for my late paper.  I know it was due Monday, but I just finished it now."  She held out the papers.

"I have no excuse.  I am prepared for my punishment."

He smiled darkly.  She was about 5', maybe a little more, slim yet soft all over.  She wore a thin, white blouse that was unbuttoned at the top and a fitted skirt.  His eyes traveled down her hips and bare legs to her black heels. The ankle straps of her shoes gave a suggestion (maybe just to him) of bondage.

She looked down in embarrassment.

"Come in" he said, taking the proffered papers from her hand. 

"Stand over here now, girl", he ordered, indicating a corner of the room.  

He stepped behind the desk, having no doubts about her doing exactly as he said, reaching for the long hanging curtain, for what lay behind it. 

When he returned to stand in front of her, he carried a dark cane of about 3 feet in length.  

"Hold out your hands."

Her trembling palms were raised in offering to him.  Her face was turned away, ashamed.

He balanced the cane on her palms carefully and told her sternly,

"Now stay like this, and think about how you can better manage your time for the next writing assignment so as to have it done on time."

"Yes, Professor," she replied.

He knew she had expected to be struck.  They all did expect that.  Her body trembled with the need for it.  But he preferred to make her wait just now.  His thoughts of getting coffee or going home had vanished.   It could be a long night.  His eyes glittered.  

Part Two
Part Three




Master Tricked Me

He told me last night he was going to use and abuse me for his pleasure, because I'm his cunt. 

He had me lie face down on the bed.  I was tense with anticipation.

And then he gave me a massage.  This was soooo good because I have been sore in every part of me thanks to home decorating, gardening and dog training.  I've been slurping down the ibuprofen twice a day but I can still hardly get out of bed without going through a stretching routine first.

After the massage there was of course the fucking.  :)

Tonight we are going out for a celebration of our anniversary at a kink party!  I can't wait!  I think I'm going to let my arms and back rest today.  

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

TMI Tuesday Get 'er Done

1. You have 3 days to live: a. What will you stop doing?

Weeding the garden.  Removing wall paper from the kitchen.

  b. What will you do before your time runs out?

More sex.  Eat donuts, probably a dozen.  Call my parents. Hug my kids.

2. “True wealth is the ability to fully experience life.” – Henry David Thoreau a. Are you truly experiencing life? b. Are you truly experiencing a full sex life?

a. Yes, I have experienced quite a few interesting things. Of course, I'm looking forward to much more to come.  

b.  Definitely.  I have no complaints.  :) :) Especially today. I got beaten 3 times, sexed twice and gave one blowjob.  Two men. I feel pretty awesome about my sexlife.


3. During sex, what is something that usually distracts you?

My brain.

4. Because you are busy, busy, busy you now have been ordered to have scheduled down time of two hours. a. What time of day do you take your down time? b. What do you do in your down time?

I usually have coffee and internet time in the morning.  And then I have movie watching or internet time in the morning, so that's what I'd do.  

5. Thinking about your sex life: a. What are the positives? b. What are the negatives?

Positives:  My Master is awesome and generous and just the right amount of cruel and vicious.  

Negatives:  I can't think of any but my Master thinks I should be able to take on more men.  Perhaps three or four.  

More about TMI Tuesday: https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/10/tmi-tuesday-july-11-2017/

Monday, July 10, 2017

Property Ownership Q/A

 These questions came from an M/s group on Fetlife, and since I've been busy today, I'm taking a blog shortcut to re-post them here.  

The questions are about slaves and how property ownership works for each individual relationship.  

1. Who owns the house or do you jointly own it?

We jointly own it. We are married and so we have jointly owned everything from the time that we married. That was the way it has been since before I became his slave.   Our anniversary is today, actually- 24 years. 

2. Who owns the contents of the house? Is your arrangement like a conventional relationship, with both of you owning all the contents, or is property divided, or entirely owned by one partner?

The things I use, like my clothes, my computer etc. are considered mine, although since he owns me he has ultimate say over everything I own as well as everything we own together.

3. As an s-type, would you consider a LONG-TERM M/s relationship where you are neither co-owner of the house, nor have any marital property rights? If so, would you contribute to the house financially? As an M-type, would you/have you ask(ed) this of your slave?

I've never considered an M/s relationship with anyone but him. My idea of being a slave means absolute subservience, so whatever the Master wants is what happens.

4. Is the s-type considered to be "property" in that the s-type is part of the contents of the Master's house or is the s-type a different type of property?

Yes, I am his property. He thinks of me as more like a pet than a thing, because I'm living and have feelings and that alone gives him more responsibility for my welfare than he would feel for a washing machine. A human property is definitely different than any other type of property, but slave=property to us.

5. If you have pets in your household, who owns the pets? Can you or your slave just go and buy a pet if you want to? Who decides where the pets sleep and where/what they eat?
I own the dogs, the cat and the sheep. He owns the fish. I can't bring home animals without permission. That was true before I was a slave too. I guess we had pretty strict rules about certain things back then too. My Master can do what ever he likes, including getting more pets. I make a lot of the decisions about the pet care, but there are certain things he doesn't want, like dogs sleeping in the bedroom. He made a brief exception for the new puppy while she was getting used to her new home, because otherwise they are lonely and bark, but I had to ask first, and then I moved her downstairs once she got used to our home and routines. Before we lived together my dogs ALWAYS slept on the bed.

6. May purchases be made for the home without the Master's consent? Such as a new sofa or a barbecue or a framed picture? If the s-type must get permission, what factors invite the Master's sanction: taste? cost?

No, most things would be too expensive to buy without asking him first. Small things like new pillows I might just buy without asking and I wouldn't be in trouble.

Edit: Did one of you arrive with more 'stuff' than the other?


When we moved in together everything we had could fit in one of those small U-Haul trailers. It was very minimal. I didn't even own a bed.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Talking About Relatives

One of the great things about going to see my parents is catching up with my mom on all the family happenings.  She is the hub of news, so she always knows what there is to know.  There is usually more than can be covered in a phone call.

This time it was her sister again, who is unhappy in her marriage.  My uncle is some kind of vice president corporation big wig who has provided several mansions and maids and all that hoopla.  Now, however, he's home all the time, still working, but from home instead of going to work.  So, it is a lot more obvious about his faults to my aunts.  

My mom said "We all tried to warn her about him before they even got married, but she wouldn't listen."   I'm estimating my aunt and uncle have been married at least 45 years now, ever since I can remember anyway.   

So I asked my mom what exactly was the problem with him that they warned about. 
 

"He doesn't respect women.  His dad thought that women were never worth listening to, and his sons were raised that way and believe it as well.  So now (my aunt) feels he never listens to her.  Which he doesn't.  But she also talks too much and refuses to stop talking when he wants some quiet time."

So, where am I going with this, other than just blathering on for paragraphs about my family?

Sometimes we talk about really long relationships as being a success or about being unable to leave a M/s relationship as being something that we aspire to or that other people think is utter bollocks.   Personally, I feel that being unable to leave means you must try harder to work things out, rather than give up quickly.  You don't get to have a long relationship if you don't have the ability to work things out. 

Even in a vanilla relationship, other people can sometimes look at it from the outside, with only having part of the story, part of the information, mainly the complaints, and wonder "Why does she stay?"  Well, my conclusion is that she has her reasons, which for the past 45-ish years have been good enough for her.  Whether they will be good enough reasons tomorrow is unknown until that time comes.   

Vacation Over

Our child-free vacation is over, which is kind of good, because I missed them!

I was driving down to Missouri again on Monday when I heard this weird scraping noise coming from under the car.   I pulled off at a gas station and looked underneath, only to discover that there was a large piece of metal dragging from the bottom of my car.  I know basically nothing about cars, but I thought this is probably a bad thing.  So I drove a block down the road to a car repair place that was open July 3 (lucky for me).  They said I'd have to wait for hours to get it looked at.   I went back outside and called my Master.  He had some suggestions for me, and started looking online for other places in that town.  I took the simplest one first.  I went back in and told a different guy of my plight and asked if he could look under the car and tell me what the thing hanging down was.   He did.  It was one of the straps that holds the gas tank on, but the bolts and other strap were doing well enough, he thought, for me to make it to Missouri.  So I went on.

I did get it fixed by my parents' trusted mechanic there, which was kind of a hassle, but worth it.  I really, really want a new car now though.  I'm very tired of this one always breaking down. It's a 2003 with a lot of miles, so it is really old.  

"Piece of crap"  applies well.   Sorry, car!  



Sunday, July 2, 2017

Fingering: KOTW

I really like to feel my cunt slammed with fingers.

Master had given me a flogging, then had me kneel at his feet.   I looked up at him as I took his cock in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue until he was hard, then tightening my mouth on it as he gripped my hair and pumped into my mouth hard and fast.  He reached for something.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the crop go past, and strike down on to my ass from above.  I moaned and wiggled, but kept sucking as well as I could.  

 When my ass was stinging he stepped back and pushed me forward on my hands and knees.  He moved quickly around behind me and took my cunt with one hard thrust.  It hurt deliciously, and I first leaned forward away from him, and then pushed my ass back into him.   Only a few minutes later, he told me to get in bed.  He slipped the smooth leather straps around my wrists and put them behind my head.  He presented his cock for sucking as he knelt over me and I watched him put on a blue nitrile glove.  

Two fingers plunged into my cunt and one stroked my asshole.  He dripped some lube on for my pleasure.  His finger entered my ass and a third teased my pussy, then found its way in.   He began with slow strokes which became rapid and intense.  My cunt was delighted, but the same roughness and rhythm in my ass was painful.  The pleasure was in the pain and I didn't want it to ever stop.  But he worried that my moans were not of pure joy and he did stop.  I was inarticulate.  Maybe I should have said what I was feeling but at that moment I couldn't even get simple words out.  

10/10 would do again, though.  

Fingering as the Kink of the Week, more can be seen here:


 

Saturday, July 1, 2017

What Kind of Balls?

Master and I were driving to the store this morning to pick up supplies for the party we are throwing tonight, when out of nowhere he exclaimed excitedly,
 
"I know what game we can play at the party!"

I ask warily "What game?"

"I can paint Pikachu on your butt and then everyone can throw pokeballs at it." 

"What are you going to use for balls?"

"Rocks, or something" he said carelessly.

Gulp.  Rocks.  Or something.

. You Never Know When They Will Catch Up To You

  I just made what would have been a hilarious joke on social media, if only the one other person who would get it would have been around to...