Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Flinching Gets Two More

Well, it's cold here again, so that just means a good time to warm up in the bedroom, right?

Crank up the space heater and get naked!

Master used his belt on me as I stood braced on the dresser.  The very first hit was my mid back on the right side, shockingly hard.  The second was close my left armpit, also terribly painful.  Then he worked his way down my back (lower back- also ow!) to my ass, which is far more bearable.   After a good belt warm up he brought down the bullwhip, giving me some nice stripes right down my back.   He stepped in close and intimately wrapped his arm around my neck.  

"Do you think most women like this?" he asked, taking out the wooded paddle, and continuing a discussion we'd had earlier about something a friend had posted on facebook about "What is bad sex to women vs. men?"

"No, not most women", I answered between gasps of pain after each paddle strike.

"It doesn't even hurt", he said with another solid whack on my butt.

"It doesn't hurt YOU", I retorted. 

"But you love it," he stated, pushing me to the floor and entering me from behind.   He switched to a leather strap as he fucked me, and I did love it.   

He took me onto the bed and had me suck him while he gave me orgasms with the glass dildo and vibrator (yay for B voters!).  

I begged him to tie me up, after he asked what I most wanted, and he did, because he is the most kind and gracious Master.  He made a ladder tie down my arms and fastened them to the headboard, then tied my legs up in the air.

When he got done fucking me we took a shower together and I got to be his pissing post.  I love that, heh, so nasty!

Out of the shower and getting dried off, he started smacking my tits.  After a few hits on each I flinched back.   Well, that just got me two more, even harder than the others.

Monday, January 29, 2018

TMI Tuesday ABCs

1. I will never again _____ .

Get so drunk that I throw up.

2. I stash _____ in my closet.


3. Are you embarrassed when strangers start talking about their sex life to you?

It depends on the situation. On a street corner?  Yes, definitely uncomfortable. In an internet forum where sex is a main topic?  Usually not.

4. Would you date someone who is celibate?

Not monogamously.  Possibly in a poly situation.

5. What percentage does each of these activities–work, play, household, sex, rest/sleep have in your life? (Must equal 100%)

Work/household/driving kids around combined since I work at home: 10 hours  41 %

Play: 5.5 hours  23 % (I include things like walking, playing Pokemon, doing stuff on the internet, writing blogs, watching TV and reading)

Sex: 1 hour  4 % ( or less, since it's not every day)

Sleep: 7.5 hours 32 %

That's a typical weekday.  On the weekend I do less work, more play and more sex (sometimes).

Bonus: How do you decompress at the end of each day? How would you like to decompress at the end of each day?

I decompress by writing or reading.  The only thing I'd add is a professional massage, I'm pretty content with my decompression otherwise.

Fit For Friday

I know it's not Friday, but today is when I'm writing anyway because I started early. I will try to stick to Friday for updates in the future.

I am joining in on Fondle's (above) Fit for Friday blogging because with Master's encouragement/insistence we are going to start exercising and dieting again, so that makes it a great time to join!

My foot is finally better enough for walking, so my first goal is to gradually increase my walking distances while making sure it doesn't get injured again.   I'm still doing my PT exercises although I have graduated from physical therapy (and she gave me a t-shirt).  

The second goal is diet.  The only diet that has ever worked for me for more than a few hours (I'm terrible at low fat or calorie restricted diets because I HATE being hungry) is the Atkins diet, so that's what I'm doing.  

I'm keeping a food log.

Here's the week so far in carbohydrates:

1/25 14 carbs 
1/26 16 carbs
1/27  9 carbs-  I felt a bit sick that night.  I don't think this was quite enough.  I had to get up and have a midnight snack of celery and cheese.
1/28  16 carbs (includes midnight snack of celery and cheese).  Feeling great!

I went for a small walk each day, although my fitbit doesn't work anymore and I forgot to track the distance on Pokemon Go, so I'm not sure how far.   

So far I have lost about 3 lbs.  I know that is mostly water weight, but at least I'm on the right track. 

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Voting is CLOSED

Voting officially closed at midnight last night. And you each only get one vote, no matter how decent you are (some people on the fet post tried to vote many times), so that leaves my semi-official count as:

Choice A (blowjobs for him every day, no orgasms or other sex for me for a week): 12

Choice B (go on as normal, which means all the sex and blowjobs he wants for him PLUS orgasms for me too): 18 (includes 15 from my blog on fetlife)

Choice C: flip a coin for orgasms after edging: 1

Choice D: unspecified: 1

B's win!

Master says we are going to celebrate with a blowjob first thing.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Body Not Cooperating

Sometimes my body just does not cooperate with Master's plans.  I think it probably has to do with my mind not being in the right place. 

Last night with barely any warning he began fucking my mouth, and fondling me.  I was dry like the Sahara, but he dripped on the freezing cold lube and took me anyway.  I could barely feel a thing.  It seemed like I was numb instead of engorged.  When he asked me if I liked it, I mumbled something or other, but it was pretty clear I wasn't having as much fun.   It's not like I was opposed to sex, and I wanted to enjoy it, but it wasn't happening.  Even the trusty Hitachi seemed more painful and annoying than pleasure-inducing.  When he told me to come I had a feeling of release, but somehow not the pleasures.   He rolled me on to my stomach and came inside me.  Right at his final thrusts before orgasm, I began to feel a deep pleasure inside.  But then it was bedtime and I didn't feel energetic enough to ask for anything else. 

I must have dreamed all night about more, because I woke up horny. When the alarm went off I took his hand from my breast and put it between my legs.   He fingered me, and he was getting hard, so I sucked him.  He got between my legs took me and gave me several orgasms, then he got up to get ready and said I could masturbate more if I wanted.  I was already lying in a puddle.  It took a while, but I made myself come once more.    

It's sheet washing day! 

Wednesday, January 24, 2018


a. Daily blow jobs with no orgasms for me for a week?


b. Go on as we normally do? AKA lots of orgasms.

You get to vote in this non binding referendum!

(Vote for b, pleeeeeaasssse)

Are You a Person Who Usually Gets What You Want?

I was thinking about this question for a while, and thinking about how many of the things that I really, really wanted I ended up getting.

But I think the real key to being the person who gets what they want is not to want very many things.

Monday, January 22, 2018

TMI Tuesday: Favorites

1. Favorite childhood memory?

I was poking around a stream in a meadow at a big park, and I just remember feeling really happy and content there.  I had a stick, and there was mud, and bubbles on the mud, so I could poke them.   With each poke, a bubble would rise to the surface, which was really satisfying for some reason. 

2. Favorite moment in the last 3 months?

Being with my Master, playing.

3. Favorite drink on a hot summer day?

Coffee.  It's always coffee.

4. Perfect day out: what, where, with whom?

Going out with my Master and some other friends.  Dinner and a kinky party would be perfect. 

5. Your most unexpected achievement?

Shoot, I have no idea.  I work dang hard for each achievement, and therefore it's not unexpected. 

Bonus: The kindest thing you ever did for a stranger?

I donated money to the fund needed to hold a funeral of someone I didn't even know.  I knew people that knew people that knew him, and I just found it so sad that he had been disowned by family due to being a cross-dresser (I think) and having no money even for a burial that I asked Master's permission to donate for that reason.

Scary Beatings, and much Fucking

Saturday Master had to work in the morning and then was tired and in need of recuperation for the afternoon.  

I had asked if I could go to a community Pokemon event which started at one, and Mystique wanted to go with me, so we spent about 2 1/2 hours wandering around the college campus catching Pokemon with a bunch of other people I sort of know.  My foot is so much better it didn't even bother me (yay!).  Both kids were off to spend the day with different friends.  Both of them were playing D&D, as it turned out, which was pretty funny to me.  Maybe it has gotten a lot more popular now than when I was a kid? 

When I got home, we watched some TV because Master was still just exhausted and not feeling that good.  We cuddled on the couch and he petted me.

 Eventually, though, he decided I needed to be beat.  He told me to get upstairs, get my collar on and be naked.  When he came up right after me he was even more harsh than usual (and to be honest, a little scary).  It contrasted completely with his relaxed, holding my hand and cuddling me, tv-watching attitude of a few minutes before.   

He told me to lie on the floor with my hands behind my back.  He tied me that way and started out with a small warm up and then a serious ass-smacking with both of the new leather toys, the tawse and the single strap.   When he stepped away for a minute I heard weird noises and got scared.  I turned my head to look and see what he was doing, but he chastised me strongly for moving before I could tell what was going on.   

I lay as still as I could after that, my face down to the blanket on the floor.   

He untied one of my hands and had me roll over to my back.  He made me spread my legs so he could use the straps both on my cunt and my breasts.  The spot just above my cunt, where I had freshly shaved, really hurt under the strapping, especially with the narrower one.   When I was really good and beaten, suffering in both body and mind, he wrapped his body around mine, both of us lying on a blanket on the floor.

Then he said "You think you are getting cuddly aftercare now, but actually you are sucking cock."

And then a second later that was absolutely what I was doing.  

He fucked me a little bit, letting me come and also fucking me with the glass dildo while I sucked him, but too soon the dogs began to make a fuss to announce the kids coming home, so we had to stop.

Master's orgasm was delayed until later that night when he unceremoniously told me to lie on my stomach and he used me until he came.   That was his second of the day, because he'd already used me early in the morning before work, so he lasted a long time.   I didn't come this time, but it felt wonderful.  

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Tawse, and a Bonus

I think I wrote somewhere on here that I bought Master a tawse for Christmas, but it had a flaw in it.  I sent it back, and I have just received the replacement, which looks extremely good- no flaws.  The company owner apologized for sending out a bad one, and also made a special one-of- a- kind strap and included that.

Here they are together:

Master tested them out on me this morning after he used me for sex.  Very nice.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

My Sex Map

I did a sex map.  If you haven't done one, it is at least worth looking over.  Have the Urban Dictionary handy, because there are some new words in there, if you are brave enough to find out. 

Green: Tried and liked.
Red: Tried, didn't like.
Purple: Where I'd like to go.
Black: Fantasy only!

*I didn't bother to put down any black pins.

Find out where I've journeyed
on the Map of Human Sexuality!
Or get your own here!

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Tuesday of Fun

Master told me to get him another cup of tea and then run upstairs and put on something sexy.  

I picked out a flimsy nightie-thing, my leather collar, and brought a towel to kneel on.   I wanted to bring my robe because the house is COLD, but I knew that would defeat his wishes for something revealing, so I tried to pretend that I was actually not freezing to death.  

That lasted three seconds. 

"It's cold in here" I said, semi-casually.

"Mmmhmm" Master said. Unsympathetic. 

Why does that turn me on so?

I knelt on the floor at his feet with my towel.  He fondled me and watched porn for a while and then told me to go get him something to whack me with.  I must have been feeling extra masochist-y because I got down one of the sticks which is likely to draw blood.  It still has all the branch stub knobbly bits on it, which are sharp. 

 He had me stand in front of him and bend over.  I lifted up my nightie.   After a dozen or swats he said I was bleeding.  He didn't stop then, but gave me a few more, and then went and got the metal cleaver from it's drawer.  He smacked me hard with that, which was even more painful than the stick.   I wondered how bloody it was getting back there.   

He sat down and I knelt again to suck.  In the background there were moans from the porn stars.   Master stuck his foot between my legs, I rubbed myself against him, soon my moans were adding to theirs. 

After a while he told me to turn around and put my face to the floor, ass in the air, presenting him with a target.  The knobbly stick made a few more dents.  

He let me flavor his cock for more sucking by sticking it in my cunt just for a few thrusts and grinds.  I thoroughly enjoyed that but soon it was back to my knees again.

He eventually took me upstairs.  He picked up the extension cord and I started to turn around to present my back, but he corrected me,  "I didn't tell you to turn around."

I stood, quaking, as he whipped my front with the cord.  The first strike wrapped around my hip, which was a pretty good one as far as pain.  The lighter ones fell on my breasts, stomach and thighs.  Then one directly to my nipple which hurt like FUCK.

His goal of seeing me wince apparently accomplished, he told me to turn around.  He gave me a delicious flogging and then took me to bed.  

One minute after we rolled apart, I looked at the clock and gasped.  That time already??
I was supposed to pick the kid up at school in 1/2 an hour.  I took the world's quickest shower and just made it there 5 minutes late.


Tuesday, January 16, 2018

The Same Dream, But Different

I had a bizarrely real-seeming dream last night about a house that I used to live in.  In the dream I KNEW that I lived in that house.  I have dreamed about it over and over, one specific part of the house especially.  But it's not a real house that I ever lived in, it is just a house that I dream. 

Last night was different.  I discovered a new part of this house that I'd never found before.  Also, Master just decided we were moving (in the dream) and was frantically throwing everything in boxes, even down to the clothes that I had planned to wear that day or the next day.   He stopped us right in the middle of sex to begin the packing of boxes, in fact.  There seemed to be an orgy going on all over our house.

Last night I found a secret door into an undiscovered room in the dream house, which contained a stage, lights and sound systems and best of all two working treadmills!  I didn't want to move now that I had treadmills!  (Weird, I know).

The down side of this house has always been, in the dream, that in order to get to one whole upper floor wing you have to squeeze through a narrow opening which terrifies me every time.  So many times in my dream I have gone up to this opening, really needing to get to the upper wing on the other side, but then chickened out at the last moment for fear of being stuck in the narrow crack.  

Last night was different.  In the newly discovered secret room was another door- the one that led to the hard-to-reach wing!  A normal sized door that I could just walk through and never have to face the cramped crack again!   

And all around, the orgy went on. 

Monday, January 15, 2018

TMI Tuesday: Truth

1. A friend gave you a pie touting it as a favorite family recipe, and you ate this pie and got sick–or had an allergic reaction. The friend calls a few days later to ask, “How did you like the pie?” What would you say?

I'd probably tell them it didn't really agree with me. 

2. Your significant other really wants to try the “swingers’ lifestyle” but you really do not want to do this. Do you:
a. Tell him/her no, you are not interested
b. Do it, and go along to make her/him happy
c. Say yes, because you’ll try anything once
d. Say no, with no explanation and forbid your significant other from venturing into swinging.

My Master did ask me if I wanted to try this sometime.  My response was that I would do it for him, but I wasn't really into it for myself.  
He ended up not exploring it.
However, we do swap at times with other couples, but not at specific swinger events.  My main issue with the swinger lifestyle is that most of them frown on any sort of BDSM and I kind of need that stuff to get interested.

3. Have you texted nude photos to someone and had it come back to bite you in the ass–as is someone taking revenge for your misjudgement?

I haven't ever texted nude photos.  

4. Have you or would you ever stop having a relationship with someone who had a weight problem, and their physique drastically changed?


5. Would you rather find true love or win the lottery with winnings of $10,000 (usd)?

Well, I'm already in love so I guess the lottery?  Although I'd never give up love for money.

Bonus: Which topic of conversation do you avoid at all costs–politics or religion?

Neither!  I'm regularly into both discussions, but perhaps I'm more willing to debate on politics than religion.  I have nothing much to say about religion except to each their own and keep it out of politics.    

For more TMI posts:

Belt and Orgasms

Master came into the bedroom right after me, when I had not yet had time to put on my collar or get into position.   

I fumbled in my dresser drawer.  

"You better have that robe off by the time I get the belt."

The robe tumbled to the ground and I turned my face away.  His belt snapped out and cracked me on the ass, to the right and left, up high and down low, in the air, then landed firmly on my back and behind.  He stepped in closer, enclosing me in his embrace.  I clung to his arm.  He bent me slightly forward and with the belt doubled up now.  I buried my nose in the the delicious scent of his arm as he struck again and again. "Hole", he called me.   He wrapped the belt around my neck and made me come. 

 He turned me around and put me on my knees.  I opened my mouth for him, and he continued laying on the belt.  In a few minutes he switched to the cutting board paddle, which is much more painful to me.  He led me forward to my knees and went around behind me.  I wasn't sure if he was going to fuck me or hit me some more.  It was the belt first for a few strokes, making me tremble for fear of being hit in the exposed asshole or cunt.  Then he came in behind me and took me.  I came again.  He pulled out and flipped me over, standing up again with his belt in hand.  It snapped out at my exposed cunt and inner thighs, stinging me and making me jump.

Then he ordered me into bed.  I sucked him as he knelt over my head and he plundered my cunt with the knobbly glass dildo.  He gave me the vibrator to hold, and at this I could barely hold back at all. Luckily I didn't have long to wait as he told me to come over and over again.  The Liberator blanket lived up to it's hype and met the challenge of containing every fluid I can put out.  Then he beat me around the chest with a cane (I think it was a cane; my mind was getting hazy here), and fucked me in every position.  

It was a very good Saturday night.   

Friday, January 12, 2018

Good Slave

Lying in bed last night I asked my Master if I had been a good slave.   

He said "You are the best slave.  I don't even know why you are such a good slave for me."

I got a naughty impulse then, and said "I don't either.  It would be a lot easier to be a half-assed slave, wouldn't it?"

He casually commented "Then I would have to beat your ass. Not in a nice way."

I guess I know why I work so hard to be a good slave after all.

Sometimes I just like to be reminded. 


Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Lessons of 2018

I don't feel like I learned much from 2017, so I thought maybe I should keep better track of lessons I learn in 2018.

Number 1:  Being beat with an electrical cord really fucking hurts.  


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

If You Like It Put a String On It

The parody song of the day, to the tune of Beyonce's Single Ladies of course, is called "Little Buttplugs".  

This is after my ass attempted to eat the new butt plug with the heart crystal on the end.   The plug stayed in its proper place during all the morning's beating, sucking and fucking.  Then when we were lying exhausted and warm in bed I saw a parade of stars across my eyes and felt a weird, but not painful, sensation in my ass.  I reached back there and found no plug.  I exclaimed, startled, "I just lost the plug".  Master thought I was joking but I assured him I wasn't, my ass had swallowed it.  He was jolted out of his pleasant drowsiness, but happily with a little effort I recovered it.

This one is definitely getting a string on it like the other one has.   

Monday, January 8, 2018

TMI Tuesday, Nosy times

1. How old is your longest living relative?

I may still have a great aunt in her 90s.  All my grandparents have died; two of them were in their 90s at the time of their passing.

2. Do you hope to live to this age? Why?

No, not really.  I don't need that much life span.  I would rather go suddenly in my lower 80s without illness.  I worry more about pain and frailty than dying.
3. What is your family’s native language? Your native language?

English and English.  My parents are both from Oklahoma. 

You're the reason God made Oklahoma

4. How old were you when you started dating?

I was 15 when I first had a boyfriend.  That lasted one month.  
Yes, I touched his penis (I know you were wondering). 

5. How old were you when you first had sex–any kind of sex?

I was 16.   My Master was 18.

Bonus: How would you describe your sense of humor?

It's pretty dorky. 

Favorite joke:

What's orange and sounds like a parrot?

A carrot! 

For more TMI blogs:

When Dreams Come True

I woke up this morning thinking about sucking his cock.  I was thinking about it really hard.  Hard and in my mouth.  I probably had been dreaming about it just before I woke, but that had evaporated with my wakefulness.   I imagined myself sliding down under the covers and taking his soft cock in my mouth without even saying anything.  But he was sleeping so that was against the rules.  I imagined asking him if I could suck his cock once I knew he was awake.  I couldn't quite face the possibility of a "No", so instead, after the alarm went off and he snoozed it for the first time, I cuddled up to him and didn't say anything.  When it went off a second time I was still thinking about sucking cock, imagining it in my mouth, my tongue flicking.  I didn't ask for that though.  When he began to get up to turn off the alarm, I asked him if I could kiss him.   He leaned over me and kissed me.  Not a small "I'm getting up now" kiss, but a deep, full "I want you" kiss.   Then without another word he knelt over my head and stuck his cock in my mouth.  I sucked eagerly and in an instant he was fully hard.  I moaned with the deliciousness and inhaled the scent of my cunt, which was still covering him from the night before.   The smell of sex was overpowering, musky, and arousing.

I told him later that I'd woken up thinking about sucking him, and he said the same. 


Friday, January 5, 2018

It's Cold, Yeah, it's winter, and it's cold, amazing....

If the people of the southern climates are wondering about what -10F is like, it is like this.

 I went out to feed and water the sheep today, and by a miracle of design the pump in the hundred year old barn still works this winter.  Sometimes it hasn't worked and I have had to carry buckets from the house. All winter.   I doubt the pump is as old as the barn.  

Anyway, I spilled some water on the floor and stepped in it.  The ice immediately formed a layer on the bottom of my boot and I could feel it slipping as I carried the water buckets to the other end of the barn. When I set them down to open the stall door my glove was frozen to the bucket handle.  I don't mess around with taking my gloves off because that could easily have been my skin.   I unstuck it and poured the water into the heated buckets.   Then I went back for another 2 buckets for the other group of sheep.  

I'm very much over this weather.  

So many ouchies

Some intentional:  

Those are whip marks and a bruise from a kosh (probably) from when Master and I had a New Year's Day lunch and play session over at Dr. Peter's house.  

And unintentional:  
From when I was scrubbing the basement stairs and scraped the heck out of my knuckle which feels very slavey in an old time slaving sense.

Sprite has the right idea on this weather we are having: stay indoors in a blanket as much as possible!


Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Happy New Year TMI!

1. Did you make any resolutions at the start of 2017? If yes, how did you do at keeping them? What one thing are you still doing?

I didn't make any resolutions last year, or for the years a few before that.  No real need, I guess. 
2. Pick three words to describe your year 2017.

Coping, relaxing, sexy
3. What was your biggest personal change in 2017?

I feel more relaxed and less nervous now than I did at the beginning of last year.
4. What was totally unexpected in your 2017?

The implosion and disintegration of our local munch group.
5. What was the best thing that happened to you in 2017?

Being with my Master, going to some of the events we went to, and going on the cruise in August. 
Bonus: Did you make new year resolutions for 2018? Share a few with us? Any of them repeats from 2017?

I did make two resolutions.  One was to leave a certain online group that had been taken over by trolls.  It was kind of a train wreck- hard to look away.  The other was to do more yoga.  I have left the group and have done a little yoga, gradually increasing, each morning for the past 5 days or so.  I figured why wait until January 1st to start?

Just a little update

I'm still doing the weight watchers program, and am down a total of 6 lbs, 4 of which of course were the first week.   I am fitting into...