Sunday, December 30, 2018


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.  

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

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?????


Monday, December 24, 2018

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.


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.

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. 


Friday, December 21, 2018


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

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

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.

Monday, December 17, 2018

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. 

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

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. 



Tuesday, December 11, 2018

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?


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?  


Thursday, December 6, 2018

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.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

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.


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.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

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.

Monday, December 3, 2018

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. 

Saturday, December 1, 2018

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.

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...