PS.

I was stuck for a first sentence on my previous blog and my very nice Master thought it should start out "My cruel Master" so that was how it began.

Christmas Vacation

My cruel Master made me walk 54 kilometers this week!   He did the same though, so we are both a teeny bit fitter than last week, right?

Plus on Friday we had the amazing happening that both kids were out of the house at once during Christmas break (we just stayed home this year) and Master and I were home together.  Our youngest has a J-O-B now, since last week, so that is amazing and awesome for him.  I really am proud.  Plus, he brought me a sushi because they get snacks after the shift is done and it's a sushi restaurant.

Anyway, with our free time Master and I spent it doing naughtinesses.   First I sucked his cock as he watched porn, then he whipped me and beat me with canes, then after I was good and warmed up with the belt and whip, he flogged me, which is heavenly and I have missed it so much (for two weeks).  

Then he fucked me on the floor, and the bed.  He had me tease and suck his cock for a long time before he came inside me.  After that we spent hours cuddled up on the couching watching some shows.  It was a wonderful vacation.  

Well, Who Could Have Predicted That?

There is only one correct answer when Master asks "Was I just being nice to miss you, or do I have bad aim?"

He had me naked, down on my elbows and knees, my wrists tied together close to my body with ropes all around my chest, my head on the floor, and he was aiming the nerf bullets at (or just to the side of, really) my cunt.  He kept coming closer and closer, and knowing the bullets would hurt a lot more at very close range, I got nervouser and nervouser.  If that's a word.

He had me flip over to lie on my back and he fired it point blank range into my cunt, but there were no bullets left.  I still jumped.   

Who could have predicted this result when I bought him those nerf guns for Christmas?????

 

TMI Tuesday: Holiday Edition

1. Are you celebrating or have you celebrated any holidays this December 2018?


Yep, we did our Christmas today, although eating special foods will be tomorrow.  My Master is working the overnight shift tonight so I thought it would be nicer to do presents this morning.  Nobody objected to presents earlier!

2. Describe your typical holiday celebration.


FOOD.

Is there any really good holiday that doesn't come with food, and of course loved family to share it?


3. Now tell us how you really would like to spend your holiday season.


I'm actually pretty happy with this year. I simplify down as much as I can stand to do, because I hate being frantic.

4. This time of year broadcast TV is filled with Christmas movies. What is your favorite Christmas movie?

I haven't watched a single Christmas movie this year, but I do like the Grinch Stole Christmas one best, the original, of course. 

Ya hoo dore, ya hoo dore... Christmas something something...🎵🎵

5. Does your place of work do a gift exchange or secret santa? Do you participate? What gift did you buy to giveaway this year? What gift did you get?

I just stay home, so no workplace stuff for me.  Master got some cat paws.  I don't know what that is.  It's um... fingerwarmers maybe?

Bonus: Have you been naughty or nice?

Hahahha, I think you all know that one.  So naughty and nice.  

This blog may or may not be under the influence of Bailey's Irish Cream Christmas spirits.

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Clicker Training for Slaves

I've been into clicker training for many years, as a dog training method.  It was begun by Karen Pryor as a way to train dolphins more humanely and effectively that the methods which had been used previously.   She wrote a book called "Don't Shoot the Dog" which was my dog training bible for many years.   It uses classical and operant conditioning to get animals to do all sorts of amazing things that you wouldn't think could be a trained response.  You CAN get your dog to sneeze on command.  And the best part is that they LOVE the training.  They can't get enough.  You will have your dog coming to you and demanding more training.  

We heard Karen Pryor on the radio the other day, and another guy who is using her techniques to train neurosurgeons.  It can easily be used with people who have given their full cooperation to learning- you don't even need rewards because the surgical students are self motivating.  They want to be good at their job, it's just a matter of the most efficient way to get there.  

 The clicker is a quick marker that says "YES, that is exactly right".  When you use words, you tend to go on too much, to dilute your marker with a whole sentence, which is not as precise.   It can also have emotional baggage.  But mostly words are just not as quick and not as distinctive as as a loud click sound.  

After listening to the show with me, Master decided he should clicker train me for better blowjobs.  I thought I was already pretty good, but he said it was no slur on me to say he could train me to be even better.

So, Sunday he got out the clicker.  I got on my knees.  Click.  I held his cock in my hand. Click.  I licked it a little bit.  Click.   I started sucking deeper. Click.   Then no clicks for a few seconds, and another click.  I had no idea if I was learning anything or not, but I remained enthusiastic until he took a break to put some magnets on my nipples and cunt lips.  This was kind of ouchy, but didn't deter me from sucking.   

The clicker was soon forgotten as he began fucking me with the magnets still on.  It was pinchy and painful, but so hot.  I had many orgasms that night. 

I'm not sure what the verdict on the clicker training for cock sucking ultimately was, but he did say he could click each time I switched to a slightly different technique, because the changing it up regularly is what makes it the most pleasurable for him. 

 

There!

Christmas will be here before you know it.  I'm semi-almost-somewhat ready.

Thoughts of a Footstool

Saturday night before we began playing, the four of us were sitting in a quiet room, talking.  I started out at Master's feet, since there were only three chairs handy, and after a short while he removed my shirt.  Then a while later he told me to get down on all fours and let them rest their feet on me.  For a minute it was both, but then it was just hers.  She was wearing tall leather army-type boots (sorry, I'm not an expert on boot names), expertly polished, with many buttons and hooks.   My thoughts as I became a footstool were, at the start, about how hot this was, being objectified, and how lucky I am to have a Master who thinks about such things. 

 Then I started following the conversation more- it was about languages, and other countries, mostly.  I wanted to chime in, but I didn't feel it would be right for a footstool to speak up.  So I stayed quiet.  

After a bit more time my arms began to ache quietly but I just enjoyed the bit of suffering and fatigue even more.  Long before they gave out completely my Master pulled me back up to a sitting position.

Saturday Night Party

My cruel, cruel Master and his friend beat me last night.  And he (Master) tied me and our friend's slave together!  With nipple clamps.  On our nipples.  And then beat us both some more.  We were on St. Andrews crosses right next to each other at the dungeon to start with, and the two men were switching back and forth between us, sometimes so quietly and carefully that I didn't know who was beating me or who was touching me until till I opened my eyes to look around. 

It was excellent fun.  Well, except for the nipple clamps which are painful, not excellent at all. 

I had a very mystical woo- woo moment with WM (the other slave) because the energy was simply pouring off of her and I was soaking it up.  I don't usually think or talk about this kind of thing, but it is very strange and significant when it happens and not something that can be forgotten.  It wasn't as much that I was flying, but I was feeling her flying as I held on to her. 

Busy Day!

Yesterday was a busy, productive day for us.  We got a new tarp put on the basement stair cover (this keeps rain and snow out of the stairwell for the winter- but tarps wear out).

Master got the tires off the trailer and took them in to be replaced.  I was just watching/keeping him company but I did save him from being completely smashed when the trailer started to shift on the jack.  Seconds after I said "I think it's shifting and going to fall" he pulled his arm back and it fell.  Thinking about that scares me more now than it did while it was happening.    

We went out for lunch, we dropped some things off at the school, I picked up sheep food, and I drove the younger kid back and forth for his play rehearsal in the evening while Master and the older kid put the new tires back on the trailer.   

AND, while the kids were at school we had time for some play:

Early that morning my Master had his fingers in my cunt.

"Have you been playing with it?"

No, Master.
 
"Well, why not? If I had a cunt, I'd be fingering it all day long".

You do have a cunt, Master, this one.
 
"Yes, I do" and he wiggled his fingers in it even more vigorously.


He sent me upstairs to put my buttplug in.  I had a bit of difficulty and had to open a whole new bottle of lube, which was being a pain.  Lube covered slippery fingers don't make it easy to open stiff plastic packaging!

When I finally got back down, and had sucked him to his satisfaction, he put the clover clamps on my nipples, as well as additional clamps with bells right next to them, and the other set of clover clamps is on my labia with heavy weight attached to it.   He put all these on and then made me jump and dance around while he videoed me.  It was painful and humiliating, but mostly painful.   The video part was more humiliating, though.   

He beat me with the new whip made of brake cables (a Christmas party gift- that's a whole 'nother story I skipped over from the past weekend). 

That flogger, or whip, or whatever thing it is HURTS. 

 



 
 

TMI Tuesday: Old Mattresses and Stock Prices

1. Which do you make more of phone calls or text messages?


Definitely text messages. I don't really like to talk on the phone. 
 
2. Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

Yes, almost always if it is a call to someone I don't know.  Because I don't want to be sitting there with a blank mind.   
 
3. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.


Love of dogs.
Love for our kids.
Love for good food. 
 
4. Name three things about which you and your partner completely disagree and often causes arguments.

We barely argue. But we disagree on some minor things like which foods are tasty, but that's nothing to argue on, just a matter of taste.   There is no major issue we disagree on.  We were trying to think of one the other day and couldn't come up with any.

5. 74 percent of couples bought a brand new mattress when they began their relationship. As you embark on a serious relationship would you request your significant other buy a new mattress or would you buy a new mattress if the s.o. asked you to do so?


No, I think that is ridiculously fussy.  It makes no difference to me unless the mattress is truly worn out and uncomfortable.  The only one who could tell me to buy a new bed is my Master, but we'd be getting it together most likely.   If this is a sex thing, it's not like he doesn't fuck other people in the bed we have anyway.  

Bonus: If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about your future, what would you want to know?

Gosh, I'd be scared to know anything about myself.  I'd ask about stock prices though.  Which ones are going up and when?

 https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/tmi-tuesday-december-11-2018/

Hey

Hey, it's Tuesday!

This weekend was a whirlwind, and afterward, "Dang, where did all the time go?"

And now it's Tuesday and here I am again.   

Uh, so what's going on with you?  

 

Ice field before snow

KOTW: collars

Is wearing a collar or something like it a part of your relationship dynamic?

Yes, my Master first gave me a collar to wear during the day about 2-3 months after I became his slave.  It was at Christmas in 2011.  That one was pretty expensive so he's given me a couple others that I now wear that I don't have to worry about damaging or losing.   These look like necklaces so I can blend in with vanilla when I'm out and about.

Do you wear it all the time or only for play?
Do you have different collars for different occasions? Do you have a favourite collar?

I have three different necklace-style collars that I wear during the day, not all at the same time, of course.   I also have a leather collar, like a studded dog collar, that I wear at night and for play.  Then I have another "leather" collar with rhinestones for dress up kinky occasions.  
My favorite?  I have two favorites.  The gold one that Master first gave me and also the plain leather one that I wear every night.
 

  What it is about collars that works for you. Is what they represent or how they look or a combination of both?

It's what they represent that is important to me, which is being owned.  It makes me feel happy and gives a strong sense of belonging.  If I ever feel nervous or insecure I touch my collar and repeat a mantra inside my head.  Every night my Master fastens my leash to the collar and asks me if I've been a good slave that day.  It's a little ritual that always make me feel secure, owned and loved.

Changing No to Yes

Weirdly enough, I got into a discussion about that song "Baby, it's cold outside" being pulled from radio station playlists because people consider it rapey.  

Is it rapey for a man to pressure a woman into staying the night with him when she really doesn't want to?  And assuming "staying the night" in the parlance of the 1940s meant having sex?  Yes, sure it is in today's social mores, which means the song is pretty dang offensive to many modern listeners.  In the past, even through the 1980s, this sort of pressure was normal, and expected, even to the point that if a man didn't "try" there must be something wrong with him, right? 

It's an old toxic pattern of behavior people (of both sexes) have been perpetuating for eons.  Perhaps it's time to change that. 

Anyway, that's my feminist side who decides what is good in society and what is right.  It's not what my pink parts are saying.

They beg to be raped, to be used harshly without regard.  Don't beg me, or wheedle or any of those gross tactics, just order me on to my knees.  Just take me.  I'm already wet for it.  I won't resist because even if I don't want it right now, I am his to use. 

Within a consensual M/s relationship only, of course.     

Required disclaimer.

Yesterday I sure wasn't feeling the sexy.  I don't know why, I just didn't feel up to it.  Nevertheless, Master ordered me to get ready, wear something sexy and bring him some implements to beat my ass.   I wasn't very quick about it and he had to tell me twice and my not very slavey response was "I'm going, I'm going".   He pulled me over to him and corrected me.   "Yes, Master"  he made me repeat several times.  NOT "I'm going, I'm going" with attitude.

Sigh.

By the time I was back down and on my knees in front of him I did want sex, but I was still unsure about the beatings.  And I was afraid he was going to fuck my ass, which for some reason scares me more and more the less we do it.  I'm afraid my ass is very out of practice at getting fucked.

He used the cane and the riding crop on me, and also the wooden paddle.   He made me confess to wanting his cock, wanting to suck it.   Then he took me upstairs and fucked me on my hands and knees.  He flogged me and used the hard belt on me.  I was completely into YES with my entire body, by that time.   When he took me it felt so good.   


I definitely need this type of relationship, the kind where he just takes me and does what he wants.  The other kind, the regular kind that other people have, just doesn't suit me.  I need this.

TMI Tuesday: Home Fires Burning

Speaking of home fires, guess what I haven't had to do all week?
 
Yes! Light a fire or keep it going.  The one day we did have a fire Master did it while I was cooking.


 1. Lingerie–do you like to give it as a gift or received it?

I haven't given any lingerie, but I have received some, way back in the distant pasts of time.  I don't know if I would like more though. How much lingerie can one wear?  I'd rather have some cookie pans.  Gosh, that's boring, isn't it?


  2. What’s a good date night movie?  

The Secretary.  Or anything by Miyuzaki .


3. When your partner asks you “what’s wrong?” do you most often say “nothing” when something clearly is wrong? Why? 

No, I used to do that, but my Master forbid it, so now I have to tell him when something is wrong.   Why do it?  Nobody wants to be a complainer and cause trouble.   But I guess burying and hiding isn't good either.


4. To keep the fires burning, and the relationship fresh you need to send your significant other just one text. What is that text? 

I'm wet and ready for you, Master.


Bonus: What was your last grand romantic gesture?

I don't even know how to do a romantic.  I don't think I have done one.  

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Fit for Friday on Monday

Well, I fell off the Fit for Friday wagon for awhile, but my Pokemon game is now keeping track of how many kilometers I walk each week and giving me rewards for more distance!  

This week I walked 52 kilometers, which for us Americans is 32.3 miles, so I'm still doing well on walking!  There was also pie and cookies, but just ignore that part. 

Rum is not Schnapps

We were eating some canned pineapple for dessert last night, and there is nothing better to do with that juice left in the can than to drink it mixed with a little rum.  (Try it! So good)


However, I've gotten used to added a little peppermint schnapps to my hot cocoa, and I added about the same splash of rum to my pineapple juice.

WOO boy.  I was laughing at everything.  I flirted with Master a bit, but he barely looked up, so I went to bed.

That Was a Close One

Today I am thankful that I didn't completely destroy my blog.  I tried yesterday to change the look of it on a template and all the gadgets and everything vanished so I had a heck of a time getting it back to where I could even find the "design" button.  All the links to other blogs were gone.  I almost panicked.  But I fixed it back the way it was.  Whew!

Our snow doesn't look this pretty yet; this is from last year.  But it's coming soon!  Right now we have about an inch of the cold stuff.
 

Disgusting Is Sexy

Why?  I don't know.  I have a vast humiliation fetish, so it just is. 

I was on my knees in front of him, my hands bound together with the leather strap.  He told me to look up at him adoringly as I sucked his cock.  I tried to look up, but my "adoringly" was more like "squinty-eyed straining" because that's hard to do.

He bent over and spit.  Directly. In. My. Eye.  It was just as gross as you'd imagine, but I only sucked harder and more eagerly.  When he told me to get on the bed I was trying to surreptitiously wipe my eye on the sheets, but with my hands still bound in front of me they couldn't do anything to help.   


After he was done beating and fucking me we took a shower together.  Again I was on my knees in front of him getting an additional shower time golden treat.  I held my tits up for him to get a cupping effect and target.  

With A Little Thoughfulness It Doesn't Take Much Time

As he was on his way out the door this morning, he asked me to get his lunch ready and gave me a shopping list.  Then he kissed me with my robe opened, and told me to come out and get the gate for him.   As I was getting my boots, coat and hat on he told me he was going to rub snow on my tits before he left. 

He got all the way out to the gate in his car, and I was standing there with it open. 

"I didn't pick up any snow", he said.

I admit I didn't look disappointed. 

"Slave, pick up some snow and rub it on your nipple".   I bent over, picked up a small handful of fluffy new snow, opened my coat and robe and rubbed it as he said.  It was a little cold, but not as bad as I feared.   He kissed me again when I leaned into the car and we said goodbye.   

 With a little thoughtfulness it doesn't take much time to be a cruel Master.

TMI Tuesday

1. If married, had you slept with any of your wedding guests not including the person you married? How many of the guests had you slept with?

No.  When we got married I had slept with two people.  Only one of them was at the wedding (my Master). 

  2. Weddings again–Ever gone to a wedding and hooked up with another guests?

No.  I have always gone with Master, and never to any kinky weddings where a group scene might happen.  Though, now that I think about it, that sounds fun.

  3. Do you get along with your partner’s family? Why or why not?

Pretty well.  I think I'm easy to get along with. 

  4. Who in your romantic relationship is usually the first to apologize after a fight?

Usually me.  We don't hardly fight at all though.

  5. When was the last time you dreamed about your partner? What it a good dream or a nightmare?

I don't remember. 

Bonus: Do you think that fate or destiny play a role in love?

No. 

 https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/tmi-tuesday-november-27-2018/

On Sunday

On Sunday Master beat me with a belt.  He tied my hands together with a strap when I wasn't holding still very well. More belt came raining down.   He fastened clamps to my nipples and it hurt like hell, but was a relief when they came off.  I was crazily turned on, dreading and loving at the same time.  Then he fastened the clamp by one end to my cunt and beat me some more.  He decided I needed weight on the chain so he clamped the other end to a bottle of lotion.  Lotion was just dangling there between my legs by the chain.   He had me spin in circles until the chain went out at an angle from my body, still only attached to my cunt lip. I got totally dizzy from the spinning.   He guided me to the bed and fucked me, encouraging me on with cane and hand.   I had many, many orgasms.   Right in the middle of the fucking he told me that he was going to order me to do something terrible later that night.  I was going to have to tie him up and interrogate him.   It did sound terrible.

He began tormenting me mentally with various things I had done, until I felt really bad.  I kept making up silly stories to get out of it, but he wouldn't let me. I don't know what to think sometimes, about being forgiven and yet not really forgiven.  


Then he stopped, and I had a few hours to think about it, about what I was going to do to him later on.

Last time we were with Dr. Peter, Master had complained to him that when he tried to get me to torture him I didn't do it right.  So this time I was determined to do it more like he does to me.  I was going to be cruel and heartless.  Well, right after I got down on my knees to suck his cock, THEN I was going to be cruel and terrible.   First the sucking, then the cruelty.  

But once I was on my knees I didn't want to stop.  I waited for him to stop me, but he didn't.  Finally I asked him if he wanted to lie down in bed (So much for cruel?).   Once I had his hands tied I got  determined again.  I was going for the interrogation which had no right answers.  I got out the nipple clamps.  I put them on him.  He said it wasn't that bad, so I pulled on them a bunch.  He didn't really seem to enjoy it, but he didn't complain.  Then I took them off and put one on his penis (yeah I did!).   This honestly made me feel sorta squeamish and not happy at all, so I took it off.  I teased him a little bit and then got out the short cane, the one that he broke on my ass.   
I did my interrogation bit, but I felt very silly.  I teased him and smacked him with the cane.  I don't think he liked that part at all.  I felt kinda bad afterward.  

Although he said he wanted more tormenting and interrogation, I think he really just wanted more cock sucking and teasing.   

He came inside me, but when I tried to come I couldn't.  He let me use a toy afterward, but I gave up on it after a while of nothing happening.   

Today I am thankful that when things break, we have the money to get them fixed.  Yeah, right when we got the new furnace, the fridge broke.  It's better now, though, it needed some little fridgey-part. 

Paingasms

Today I'm thankful for my Master wanting to hurt me.  I will make horrible faces and moan and groan, but in the end I love it.

Thankful Part Three

Today I am grateful that my Master used me for his pleasure.  I'm grateful for his dominance and control.  I'm thankful for our new furnace and the fact that I don't have to make a fire this morning unless I want to (which I don't).  

Thankful Part Two

Today I am thankful for an uneventful and delicious Thanksgiving meal.  The weather was good for driving, and also was ok (mid 30s) for letting the fire go out and the pipes not freezing while we were gone all afternoon, the kids were perfect, the food all turned out great.  It couldn't have been better, really.  We got to see our friends again, that we don't see often enough.   Our kids and their middle child still get along great. 

Thankful

 1. We are getting a new furnace tomorrow.
2. We are getting some new living room furniture. The old ones are falling apart.
3. Puppies with soft ears.
4. Pocktopus.
5. My family.
6. Master's love.
7. Friends.
8. Good food, and plenty of it.
9. Sleeping well at night.
10.  Readers of my blog!

Accidental Voyeur

I was at the park in the middle of the day, playing Pokemon, sitting in the car to warm up after my walk with the dog, and noticed two people in a car nearby doing "stuff".  I tried not to look, not wanting to be rude.  But she seemed to be over on his side of the car an awful lot. 

After a while they noticed me sitting in my car and they both got out and walked away.  I didn't think anything more of it until one of my Pokemon playing friends pulled his car up next to mine.  He said he was parked on the other side of the parking lot but some people came over and were doing "stuff" in a car (here he made a lot of wild gestures showing exactly what they were doing) and he had to move his car so as not to not see it. 

I'm finding the whole thing rather amusing. 

Role Playing Tuesday

When I got home Tuesday, Master called me upstairs almost immediately.  He threw me down hard on the bed and took a spoon to my ass.   It was painful but I was getting really worked up.  Once I was warmed up with beating he started fucking me sideways on the bed until my head was hanging backwards over the edge. I had to hold on to him to keep from falling off the bed.  Then he had me be on top.  He told me he wanted to stop and do a little role play thing.  He described the whole scene to me asked me if I could do it.  I said yes, of course. 

I was playing an anatomy student and he was the TA who was going to help me "study".   It got pretty hot and a little rapey, the way I like it.  He really loved it and thought I was very good, although as the "TA" I only raised my grade a few points, so I'll have to try again if I want an A.  

See, the way the grading scale works is:
Cunt= C
Blowjob= B
Anal= A

Such a Bad Day

I had such a bad morning on Thursday. I woke up feeling ok, but then one thing after another was going wrong and soon I was crying, hiding in the bathroom.  Master made me come out and give him a blowjob, right there on the floor in front of the bathroom, still crying.  I was quite miserable but I did it and felt humiliated about it, and not in the fun way.  Sad, angry, humiliated, it all roiled around in my mind painfully. 

He ordered me to stop crying and come out to open the gate for him because he was heading out.

He also told me I had to play with myself and have an orgasm after he left.

I did play with my toy, angrily, but I did not enjoy it. Ok, maybe I enjoyed it a little bit because I did orgasm. 

Later on, I was questioning my whole life up to this point, especially the being a slave part.  I just didn't feel sure any more.  

 Thursday night when we had to go to parent/teacher conferences Master was in such a good mood and was so nice to me I couldn't be mad or sad anymore.  Later that night in bed I confessed how I had been feeling and it told me it was ok to have doubts and was glad I shared them.  He held me tight, and the fucked me, which I really enjoyed.

Friday I found some hay for sale and Master talked the husband of one of his co workers into helping me haul it.  That was 85 bales, it was hard work, it took 4 hours while Master was at work, but since I was down to my last few bales to feed the sheep, having this hay all in the barn is taking a huge weight of worry of my mind.  I've been searching for hay to buy for quite some time, and most people were sold out.  

Every one of my muscles aches now, but that's a good soreness. That's an "I moved 2 tons of hay onto a trailer and then off the trailer into the barn (the harder part because of how far we have to carry them) with only a couple helpers" kind of soreness.   My minivan was also filled with hay, and I still need to vacuum that out. 

Friday night Master was gone because he had to do a sleep study to see if he has sleep apnea.   Saturday morning he came home and we had a marathon fuck session. I don't know how long it was, but it was immensely satisfying.    We had planned on a date in Madison but the woman we were meeting was sick and couldn't do it.  This was actually fine with me, because although I know I would have enjoyed playing with her (I always do), I was pretty tired and sore and not really feeling like going out.  

That didn't stop me from going grocery shopping, making cookies, going out with Master to play Pokemon, and then going to a work dinner party with him.  He was dreading the party, but as a work event it was required.  We actually ended up having a lot of fun there.  Free food and drink, silly games, crazy people, whee! I had 2 Black Russians and was highly happy, but I ate waaaay too much.

Lunch Date

The light filtering in over the bookshelves and stacks of books was clear and bright and cold.  Lunch had just been completed and discussion of history, politics, movies and other topics was underway when my Master ordered me to pull my shirt down to expose my nipples. Our host had gotten up from the table to get more water.    Master had been teasing me all morning, getting me so aroused that my whole body felt like one big sex instrument.  I was thrumming.  I had worn a very low cut blouse, one that maybe shouldn't be worn in public without an undershirt, and certainly not without a bra or undershirt as I was doing today.  

We weren't really in public though.

I pulled the stretchy, polka dot fabric down, exposing my breasts completely.  I felt a little shy and yet daring.  One side had slipped back up as I moved, so by the time Dr. Peter returned to the table only one nipple was out.    The conversation continued like nothing was different for a few minutes until he mentioned being distracted by a nipple.  

Master took that opportunity to move things along and in a minute we were all standing in the kitchen.  He grabbed me and pulled down my shirt completely.  My Master drew back his hand and aimed a full swing at me but I flinched back so he just barely grazed me.

"Are you flinching?" he demanded. 

I apologized and tried to hold still.  I had my back to the refrigerator now, scared but excited.  The next few slaps to my breasts were right on target and very painful.  I couldn't flinch backwards any more. 



We then headed toward the bedroom.  On the way there, I ditched my tights and underwear beside the front door next to my boots and purse.

Master pushed me down hard on the bed face first.  He lifted my skirt.  Dr. Peter stroked me.  I got my glasses off just in time to have both my arms pinned behind my back and tied with the leather cuffs. 

They both caned and paddled me for a long time, taking turns.  When I was moaning too much Master went and got my panties.  First he shoved them up hard in my cunt to get them good and wet, then into my mouth for a gag.   After the full side of my back was done, from neck to the bottom of my feet, they flipped me over, taking off the cuffs so I could lie flat, and caned my poor sore tits as well.  Master had some sort of rubber kosh thing.  They were talking about how you could break bones with this. But they didn't hit me that hard, luckily!

Master told Dr. Peter that I would like to spit roasted- fucked in both ends at once, and Dr. Peter agreed that would be fun.  They had me between them, my mouth and cunt both filled with cocks, several different positions.  It was such a pleasure I can't even describe it.  Sometimes Master would stop fucking me and beat my ass with an implement again.  I was trying my best not to stop sucking anyway.   It's challenging for sure.

When they had both come, we collapsed on the bed for a little bit more political and historical discussion.  They share so many of the same interests.  I could barely think, so I wasn't much use there.  Somehow it's always my brains that get fucked out.  

Not that I'm complaining! 


Then we had tea and apple crisp. 

TMI Tuesday

 
1. Name 3 things that most excite your imagination when you imagine doing them? (I know TMI Tuesday blog is number one, so name three other things).

Going to India.  Or Greece. Or Australia.

2. When sleeping with your significant other (yes, actually sleeping) do you like to cuddle up or do you prefer sleeping away from them nestled in your own blanket cocoon?

I like to cuddle up when it's cold.  When it's hot, then sleeping nearby and holding hands is good.  

3. Would you rather:
a. Drive 200 miles well over the legally drunk limit?
or
b. Drive 200 miles after being awake for 72 hours?

Either one seems like a certain death sentence to me, but I guess I'd pick the second one.  Maybe I'd fall asleep the first time I stopped for gas. I've never in my life been awake for 72 hours.  The most is about 26 hours.

4. Would you rather:
a. Be topless all the time
or
b. Pantless all the time

Pantless.  More easy access for the important bits. Plus I could still be wearing a skirt.  LOOPHOLE.

5. What is something you could talk about for hours?

My dogs.  I probably have, too.

Bonus: What is something you could talk about for hours and not bore people to death?

 Hahaahaa.  Which people? 

https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/11/12/tmi-tuesday-november-13-2018/

Poll Results

It's still open if you haven't voted yet. No ID needed.

But here are the results so far:

a. Sex and beatings: 2
b. Life etc. 0
c. Sex and beatings and life etc. 4
d. Something else 0

So the big winner is a little of this and a little of that, which I can definitely do!   Thank you ever

Ready or Not

My Master was fucking me this morning and he presented the nipple clamps to me.  

"Are you ready for these and a big orgasm?" he asked.

I nodded. 
 
He attached one and it hurt like the very devil.
 
"No, no, no," I cried, "I'm not ready for those at all".
  
He attached the other one.

He thrust into me hard, slapped my face and told me to come. 
 I gushed everywhere.  

He said, "I guess you were ready after all."  

Here's the fuzz:

 

Sex 'n' Beatings

Thursday night Master punched me in the ass a little bit and then we went to sleep, but didn't have sex (we don't do it EVERY day).

Friday night we went to bed early though.  Not to sleep, just to bed.   We snuggled down under the blankets and I reached down and started fondling his cock.  After a few minutes he pushed the blankets away and told me to suck it.  He had me move my ass around to him so he could hit me with the cane at the same time.  It felt awfully nice.  Hard enough to sting but not so hard that I wanted to flee. 

He fucked me and gave me some little orgasms, then he came inside me from behind.  He kept on playing with me with the glass dildo and the bullet vibe and even though it took a very long time I eventually had a huge orgasm.   I had to beg for it at that point when it was feeling just about inevitable.   

Today he had to work in the morning, and tonight also, but in between we spent a few hours playing Pokemon out in the cold.   I'm sitting by my new space heater since we are still furnace-less and Master was getting worried about the pipes freezing in the part of the house not warmed that much by the wood stove. 

He also wants me to post pictures of my fuzzy cunt since he's been having me grow my hair out.  I might do that tomorrow.

It's Not a Trap

I was washing dishes and we started talking about this and that, punching people mostly, and I said I bet he couldn't punch me hard enough to make me cry.  He thought maybe this was some kind of trap.   

He punched me in the arm.  I laughed. For some strange reason I found myself telling him that was a funny one.  He punched me in the arm again, same spot, and then two more times, just as hard on all of them.  I was still laughing but also admitting that it really hurt.  So he punched me a couple more times in the same spot and I couldn't hold up the dish I was washing anymore.  I started shrinking away.  

It turned out it wasn't a trap at all.  I don't know why he thought it was.  I just like getting punched, is all.  :)  

A Little Poll

I told my Master I haven't been writing as much because it feels like what I write is repetitive: beatings/sex, beatings/sex.  I haven't lost any enthusiasm for doing it- but writing about it feels like I must be writing the same blog over and over.   

He suggested I take a poll, so here it is.

What would the couple people still reading this blog most like to read?

a. more sex/beatings

b. what I'm doing every day that's not sex and beating

c. some of each

d.  other? Fill in the blank

TMI Tuesday; I told you so!

1. Do you go out of your way to be nice?

Sometimes, sure.  I haven't killed anyone yet.  

2. Some time ago people were buried with items they would need in the afterlife, what would you want buried with you so you could use it in the afterlife?

I would have about a dozen small figures of dogs representing my real dogs.  Maybe two dozen.  There's no such thing as too many dogs in the afterlife.  And some little toy sheep.  

3. What social stigma does society need to get over?

Slut shaming.  

4. When was the last time you told someone “I told you so.”?

Omg.  I bite my tongue every day on that one.  I don't consider it nice.  But I do think it a lot.  

5. When was the last time you were snooping, and found something you wish you hadn’t? What did you find?

I don't think this has ever happened to me.  Not that I haven't ever snooped, but I never found anything bad.  

Bonus: What small seemingly insignificant thing did your parents or someone else say when you were a child that has stuck with you all this time?

My mom told me that when she took me to a softball game (as she did all the time when she played softball) I won a prize for "dirtiest child" after taking dust baths in the infield.  

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Good Lord, ancilla

Last night we went out to dinner with a bunch of Master's co-workers and former co-workers.  He warned me ahead of time that they are a rowdy bunch who like to talk about sex all the time.  

I was sitting there eating my onion rings and sipping my Spotted Cow when I caught the tail end of something my Master was saying to one girl "You should talk to our friend Dr. Peter about that".

I jumped in with a surprised, "About what?!"

Master gave me a look which told me he was reading exactly what was in my mind. 

"Good lord, ancilla! he exclaimed. (except he used my real name).

Everyone laughed uproariously, I blushed, they all repeated
"Good lord, ancilla," over and over, making me blush and laugh even more.   I told them he could read exactly what was in my mind.  They all guessed it was something naughty, but they had no idea HOW naughty, I'm sure.  

He just wanted her to talk to Dr. Peter about the field of psychology.   Ooops!  

Female Domination: KOTW

Do you love a dominant woman? What it is about that dynamic and personality that makes your blood pump? What is your gender in relation to this kink? Do you love the idea of a whip wielding leather clad mistress or maybe you like something ‘less in your face'?

I have a feeling I could never belong entirely to a woman, even if I had never met my Master.   There is something about most dominant women that I couldn't deal with, and it's not the lack of a penis.  This could be a terrible stereotype, but many of the dominant women I know are just not that into sex and play on a regular basis.  I mean, sure, they love it.  Sometimes.  But there can be a long drought between those times with them not really missing either one.  And I'm a greedy slut.

However, I have been attracted to several dominant women, and I've enjoyed playing with them, especially Mystique.   I have little interest in the leather/latex/high heel stereotype, but I really am into the whip wielding part as a masochist.  My gender is female, kink has no bearing on that for me.  My sexuality is pansexual, which means I can be attracted to all sorts of people, not that I am attracted to every single person.     

TMI Tuesday on Wednesday

1. Tell us about the last road trip you made: When? Where did you go? How long was the overall trip? Did you go alone? Did you have fun?

We went all around the East Coast last summer, from Boston to North Carolina, looking at colleges for our son, seeing sights and visiting Tara.  It was partly stressful (getting lost with Google maps) but mostly it was fun.  The whole family went, and with computers the kids were quite content with all the driving.

2. Do you love to travel?

I do, some.  But I also like to get back home.  I couldn't take being always on the go.  

3. What’s the best place you’ve been? Do you want to go back?

It has to be Paris.  Yes, I do, that would be great.

4. Would you travel for sex? Have you traveled more than 50 miles just to have sex?

Yes, sure.  Yes, I have.  I wouldn't say it's just for sex, but also to see the person I'm having sex with in all ways, doing many things.  

5. What sexual act or sex position do you struggle with doing?

Sitting on his face.  It's not that comfortable or enjoyable for me and yet it is supposed to be, so that makes me struggle with liking it.

Bonus: What are you into but have not told anyone?

Now, why would I say that?  I will never understand this question.  

https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/10/29/tmi-tuesday-october-30-2018/

100

We had a busy day yesterday.  The washing machine was leaking ever since... well, it never actually stopped leaking since it broke, so I called the repairman out again to fix it.   They said he'd be there sometime between 9 and 5 which is super inconvenient of them, don't they know?  

The repairman called me at 8 and said he'd be there in an hour, so I thought "Great, this will work out", I need to be out of the house by a little after 10 at the latest to make my ex-raid (Pokemon, these things are important.)  😝

Master was at work and then going to the doctor right after.  We had arranged to meet at the raid, and I had his phone so he couldn't go and do it without me unless he stopped home first. And I couldn't call him.  

I was just starting to get nervous, when Master arrived home and the repairman arrived seconds later.  I was out the door immediately because Master said he'd rather stay home and let me do both raids for him.

I stayed out a bit longer than I had to because I knew he'd be sleeping.

On the way home I drove past the pasture where are sheep are (at the neighbors') and there were two new lambs!  I greeted Master and told him about the lambs and said I should probably bring them in.   I took Sprite, walked over to the neighbor's field and we rounded up all the sheep and drove them back to the barn.  One of the lambs stuck close to his mom, but the other was all over the place, and it took me a while to be sure they were twins and not two different ewes having a single on the same day.  Putting them with the wrong mother is a baaaaad idea!   Once I was sure, I got them sorted and fed and watered and went back inside.   That whole process took a full hour, so I'd used up all the time we had to eat out for lunch. 

But luckily there was still plenty of time for playing.   You can imagine I wasn't feeling all that relaxed or sexy after all that time dealing with sheep, but I was doing my best to get in the proper frame of mind to be a sex slave.

Master was on the couch looking for something to watch, and told me to go upstairs and put on something sexy.  You mean my ratty sweatshirt and barn jeans aren't all that?? Ok.  

I came back down a minute later in a black negligee, and he took one look and said "Not that, something else".  I asked if he had anything in particular in mind and he said he would know it when he saw it.

I went back upstairs and spent many minutes pouring over my closet, and even in the bottom of the closet where things tend to fall down.  Picking something unlike my first choice... aha!  
It was an old dress shirt of his and I know he finds the large men's shirt and nothing else look sexy.  All the buttons had been ripped off ages ago.

I wore just that and my collar.  When I got back down he gave me an approving look and motioned me to sit next to him.  I was definitely feeling the sexy now.  Soon I was playing with his cock and then sucking.  He told me to get on the floor on my knees in front of him.   

After a while he told me to go up and get something to beat me with.  I picked out a leather strap and a cane.  When I got back he put me over his lap and began warming me up with the leather, and then the cane.  It hurt but it felt good too.  He asked if I was ready for a hundred of these.  Without hesitation I said "Yes!"

He moved me to a hands and knees position as he stood up.  The next blow was not holding back.  Shit, that hurt!  And after two more I flipped over to hide my butt and said I was probably ok with just three and didn't need the full hundred.  Oh, what a deluded slave I am!  This was not a good choice.

Master tied my hands together using the strap I always wear, then flipped me back over and got up to thirteen or so hard ones before I sat back on my butt trying to protect it.  He gave me an incredulous look before he began methodically and vigorously beating my breasts, thighs, anywhere he could reach.  I realized I wasn't getting away and I began to cry.  He kept going for a bit, having me count each strike and thank him after each, then he turned me back around and took me as I was on my hands and knees.   I don't remember what number he was at then, but he sure wasn't near 100 yet.

We went upstairs and again I was on hands and knees on the floor.  He had me count each cane strike, and at number 84 he exclaimed "Oh no!" and I looked around to see what was wrong.  He'd broken the cane, one of his good ones.  He simply switched to a different cane and finished off the last 16 as fast as he could go.  My ass was aching fiercely and my cunt was dripping. 

He had reached 100 but he was still having a lot of fun, because he kept up the beating with some kind of implement, for uncounted more blows, before he took me to bed.

There he fucked me with various things, including his cock, until I had many many orgasms, then he turned me on to my stomach and came inside of me. 

We lay there for a few minutes before looking at the clock and realizing we'd be at it for 2 hours and it was time to shower and get dressed!

Fetch My Tea Woman

So, for my educational and mind stimulating project I have been trying to learn Spanish using the Duolingo app.  I'm not very far along, day four, but today my Master told me, as I was supposed to be getting his tea, "You should look up how to say, 'Fetch my tea, woman', so I can tell you what to do in Spanish."

I said "That's easy, Google Translate will do that for me" and I looked it up, typing in "Fetch my tea woman".  

I got back this "Trae a mi mujer de té", which looked a little odd to me. 
Then I realized it literally said, "Fetch me my woman of tea".

Adding a comma- "Fetch my tea, woman", got me the answer I was looking for 
"Trae mi té, mujer."

Punctuation is important.  

So is his tea.

Feeling Stressed Out

I feel like things are just weighing on me today.  You know when that one more thing going wrong is just too many? 
Our furnace hasn't worked at all this fall, which means keeping warm with the wood stove, which is kind of a lot of work when you're not just doing it occasionally for fun but because the temperatures are getting below zero at night and nobody wants to freeze. 
They won't be getting our new furnace in until after Thanksgiving! So, another month of that.

Last night the washing machine broke, mid cycle, and dumped water all over and left the sheets/blanket sopping wet.  I was rinsing them in the bathtub and then trying to ring them out.  It's kind of gray and damp out so getting them dry enough to even go in the dryer has been a challenge.   I called a repair place, several actually, and only one could do anything about it, or was even open, however they were super annoying on the phone, trying to sell me all this other stuff.  So, now I have to wait around at home for them to show up some time between 9 and 5 at their convenience.  We'll probably have to buy a new one anyway because Murphy's Law.   

You know what is good for stress?

Baking pie.

Master ordered me to make pumpkin pie and I'm enjoying it.   

Staples

Saturday night we went to a Halloween party and the first thing (after snacks) that we saw was someone getting her chest stapled. The staples went on top of this metallic coated thread, which was then zapped with electricity using a violet wand.  Master kept talking to me about how fun it was going to be to do it to me, so of course I just had to try it.   Master did the staples in my chest.  I can still count the holes so I know how many there were.  The first one was right in the center of my chest just above my boobs about an inch and that was the most painful one.  After that he was going down the squishy parts of both breasts and it wasn't so bad, about like getting a needle each time.   

There were 10 staples and then the staple gun ran out.   I was pretty much done with that anyway, so I was protesting that they really didn't need to get us any more, and Master let me be done.  There was a cute little spider sticker to go on the string web.   

Then Master used the violet wand electricity to light up the metallic string as well as the staples, and me.  It wasn't as painful as the staples going in- it was really more tingly than painful.  But I still don't like the zappy things all that much.  

I sat around for a while with my staples in, then Master took them out.  One of them bled a little bit, but that wasn't too bad.  

We had some more food and then he took me back in the basement area for some flogging and beating.   

I put some pictures of the staples up on Fetlife if you are on that site.  I haven't got them off Master's phone on to this computer yet though. 



 

TMI Tuesday

1. What’s the future of dating? 

I think in the future people won't actually go for coffee or dinner.  They will eat at home by the computer with the camera on for a romantic dinner for one, while watching their "date" eat and drink from half a world away.  Or maybe that is already the present state of dating.  

2. Do you usually wake up with an erection? 

I don't have a penis, so, no.  

3. What is your most bizarre talent?

Flipping my tongue over. 

 4. Do you prefer the people in your life to be simple or complex? 

My personal opinion on this is that all people are equally complex, some are just better at hiding it from the world so they seem  simple. I prefer a moderate amount, not too much exposed or too much hidden.  

5. Are you simple or complex? 

Yes.  

 Bonus: Tell us a riddle.

What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs?   

https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/10/22/tmi-tuesday-october-23-2018/ 

Fall

It really can be pretty here. 

Growing the Fuzz

One of the ways my Master and I are really well matched is I believe we both have a kink (or maybe not a kink, but a desire) centered around control.  He gets off on having it and I get off on giving it up.   It's so much more all encompassing of our lives than if we just had a love of spanking or watersports, or a desire for most other specific kinks.  

Last week he decided there ought to be pubic hair again, which I had been shaving on his orders for a year or so now (I don't remember how long).   So now I'm at the itchy, stubbly stage of growth and he's eagerly anticipating me having enough hair that he can tug on it. 

I am too, to be honest. 

And More Whipping

My back today

Master was inspired by Saturday night's whipping to do even more whipping on Tuesday!  He asked me if I wanted more and I said not really, I was afraid it would hurt.  Which kind of made him laugh.  

  But he wanted to do it, so pretty soon we stopped the fucking (he was asking me in the middle of fucking) and he had me stand up at the dresser for some whipping with the belt and with the single tail.  

I think all the marks were new marks, and none of them fell directly on the old unhealed up cuts from before, anyway, it didn't hurt more than it always does, and pretty soon I was desperate to get on my knees and suck his cock.  

First, however, he had to put the clamps on my nipples and whip me again.  I was really moaning then, those are so unbearable, those clamps.  He put them on my cunt and tugged me around my lower lips.  Then he finally allowed me to get on my knees, but while I was sucking he continued to beat me with the belt. 

Not only that, but later that night, another short belt session and more fucking! 

TMI Tuesday

1. Do you like tattoos? Do you have any tattoos? 

I have three tattoos and I do like them.  The first one is my Master's initials on my back/shoulder area.  The second says "Owned" with a chain and heart attached and it's on my thigh.  The newest one is a stylized elephant on my calf.  

2. How did you pick your online profile name? 

The very first kink website I joined I picked the name "ksst" because I had just watched the episode "Tsst" of South Park where they bring in dog trainer Cesar Milan to straighten up an out of control Cartman.   Here's a little clip:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzOCxnszcvA.  I thought it was way too funny, although I'm not really a fan of Cesar's dog training method. 

I changed it to ksst to sound like kissed.  

A while later my Master began calling me ancilla, which is Latin for serving girl, and he added it to my name.  On fetlife I now have a different name, but that's a longer story.

3. What’s one saying you try to live by? 

My Master says I love by "Suck it, bitch".  Ummm, sure, so that's my saying.  

4. What was the last bad meal you ate? Why was it so awful?

 I really don't eat anything awful.  If it's that bad I toss it and find something else.  I would say my worst meals are just adequate and edible without being amazing.  Like the Chinese food we ate on Saturday.  I had leftovers from it which were really pretty good once I added a bunch of hot sauce to them at home.

 5. When was your last bad sexual encounter? Why was it so awful?  

I have no idea. 


Bonus: Tell us something random.

http://eelslap.com/  Go here.  Do the thing. 

Or go here:

https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/10/15/tmi-tuesday-october-16-2018/

A Good Saturday

I got to be in a cage yesterday!

Saturday morning I got up with my Master at 5:30 and made his breakfast, and his tea, and my coffee. I served him when he got done with his shower, and then I opened and closed the gate for him as he was leaving (driveway gate).

I told him that a friend had invited me out to a bar at 9 am (really?) and he gave permission for me to go as long as I got all my stuff done first and I wasn't going to be drinking. But I ended up not going because I didn't much feel like being in a bar- instead I did laundry, cleaned the house, kept the fire going (we have no heat right now except the wood stove because our furnace died- it's cold here), and then took my puppy for a long walk.

Master got home about 1 pm and I made him some leftovers for lunch. Then we went on a little road trip to a kink event in a nearby town. 

On the drive down Master told me my new shirt made me look a bit like a shiny Magikarp (because it has a sparkly almost fish-scale-like pattern).   I thought that was funny, but it got even funnier when he told me that for the rest of the day I could only orgasm if he said "Magikarp, use splash!"  He did tell me that later on too, after he remembered what the command was going to be, but every time I was laughing so hard it didn't really work at intended. 

The first part of the event was a kink sampler with various stations where people could try out different kinky activities.  Initially I got excited about the vacu-bed idea, but then after watching someone else do it I was too nervous and didn't ask the demo person to try it.  It was really interesting to watch though.  Imagine a food vacuum sealer, only it's large enough to put a person in.  They only have a narrow hose to get oxygen from. 

We ran into a friend from Tryst who we hadn't seen in years, because we haven't been able to go, and Master told him that if he wanted to play with me I would be up for a lot of different things later on that night.   He seemed really surprised by this, but happy, and said he'd love to do something later on after he'd had the scene he planned with his partner.   We watched their scene and it was terribly exciting for me.  

But I'm getting ahead of things.

After the kink-sampler was done, we had time to go out for dinner before the party started.   We managed to get lost in a part of town that should have been familiar.  But that was ok, no rush.  We found a place to eat eventually, even if it was not the best, it was food.
 I was hungry.

After dinner, we still had time for a little Pokemon hunting, which was entertaining.

As soon as we got back to the party, right when the door opened, Master said:

"Get naked, we're doing this!" 

I was ready in a jiffy, and he clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the dungeon room.   He had me kneel on the floor holding the red leatherette handle to the chain leash in my mouth at the foot of the St. Andrew's cross while he laid out all his implements of ass destruction.   He tied me to the cross and started out with a bunch of hard snaps of the belt.  Then there were floggers and canes, and a knife, the dragon tail, canes, and the machete, and much "Magikarp, use splash!" followed by me giggling.  

By the time he got to the tire tread paddle all the giggling and/or stoic acceptance had gone out the window and I was yelping, crying and trying to escape by huddling up closer to the cross (which doesn't work when you are tied to it).  

He untied me and told me to kneel and suck his cock.  I did so, all the while he continued beating me with the flat side of the machete (that is as painful as it sounds).  I was absolutely dripping and hungry for it.  We then cleaned up our area and went off to a quiet back room for more sucking and fucking.  He came right on my ass.   We cleaned up again and after a little cuddling we met some friends and chatted for a while until the cage was empty, then he put me in it.  It's a popular spot, so sometimes you have to wait your turn. 

I waited in the cage until our friend was done with his scene and then he came and got me.  We hadn't negotiated anything at all beforehand, and the one time we had played together before was years ago at a gang bang, so we had a little quickie discussion about what we wanted and it turned out he was quite keen to do whips and you all know I love whips, so that's what it would be.  

He tied me up and whipped the beejezus out of me, front and back, with rope ends and a single tail.  I was totally spaced and flying- I couldn't stop trembling by the end.  It was really hot, too.   Not temperature-wise, I mean sexy-hot.  

When I got dressed again Master gave me his undershirt to wear instead of my white fish-scale-pattern one because he didn't want me bleeding on my new shirt.  

 We drove home late at night. Master drove, and I tried to keep him entertained and not falling asleep.

TMI Tuesday: Information on the Brain

1. If you had three wishes that would come true, what would they be?


- More time with my Master when it is just the two of us being together, not just on the computers. 
-More money/less work for him.
-Knowing that my kids will have good lives and futures, not having to worry about them.

2. What are your favorite things to spend money on?


Eating out.  I enjoy restaurants, the togetherness of being with Master or Master and friends, and the break from cooking and dishes. 

3. If you could write a song about your life, what type of music would you use?


It would be something like David Bowie, so my Master would listen to it.  It would be Bowie's great hit from beyond.

4. If you could choose your partner again, would you choose the same person?

Yes, absolutely.

5. When it comes to discussing your sex life, who do you confide in more than anyone else?

Pretty much only my Master, other than writing in the blog or on fetlife.  I guess it's not really confiding if I'm sharing it with the world?  So just Master, then.

Bonus: What’s your definition of cheating? Is there really such a thing?

Having sex with someone else outside of your relationship agreements.  Then one needs to ask and answer, what is sex?  That would be whatever your partner considers sex.  If you don't dare tell your partner what you are doing, that is getting pretty murky already whether or not there has been cheating yet- things like online sex chat get pretty close, but to me, do not step over the line to be cheating.  But a lot of people do consider it cheating, so it really depends what the other person in the relationship thinks more than any universal definition.  

Of course there is such a thing as cheating.  Lots of people are doing it.   

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