I'm Home!

I was gone for a week visiting my parents, which was fun, but I'm really happy to be home.  I missed my Master.   He missed me too; it's pretty boring here on his days off without me and the kids around. 


But now I'm back and I got a good caning on Tuesday night, which I desperately needed, and also a surprise spanking and fucking yesterday.  He took me down in the basement, made me strip and pressed me up against the cold fieldstone wall to make out with me.  It was cold and hot at the same time!  That was after he'd put me over his knee and spanked me.

Cheesy Beating

It all started with Tai Chi.  Master and I have been going to a Tai Chi class which is wonderful and relaxing.  Part of the class involves moving energy around by tapping on various body parts to move the chi and change your emotions.  

Whenever the teacher mentions moving your balls of chi, I think she is talking about cheese balls and begin to get hungry, and I also want to laugh, but I keep this to myself until after class.

Wednesday morning, Master decided to corrupt ancient Chinese medicine for his own perfidious and impure purposes.

It started with deep fried cheese curds.  In a basket.  I am just about to eat the last one.  There are greasy crumbs on my fingers and face.  I'm feel almost satisfied and yet there is still room for one more small cheese ball...

Now, just imagine that you're being gently tapped all over with a cane as someone says they are moving a deep fried cheese ball all around your body, and describes this in great vivid depth.  You can't help but laugh, of course.

He got rid of the moldy Edam of self doubt and replaced it with a fine Gorgonzola of knowledge that I am pleasing to my Master and  a delicious baby Swiss, the best of the Swiss Cheeses, representing being a good slave and loved.

He tapped a spoon lightly against my head to get all that moldy Edam out, and against my chest and liver to loosen up fear and let it flow away, to be replaced by contentment.






Then he said "Want to play a fun game?"  I know the kinds of games he likes and my self doubt came pouring back in.  I think I said "No" but even if I didn't, he could read exactly what I was thinking over my whole body. 

He said "I know what you're thinking", and he told me exactly what I was thinking.  He told me he was beating out all of those self doubts of whether I could play his game and still be a good slave.  He said I could turn him on by being aggressive, by jumping on top of him and fucking him vigorously until he came.  He began beating my cunt with the wooden spoon, telling me he was beating out the cold and beating in flaming hot passion.   Well, that worked.   Soon my chi was flaming, my yang was up and I did leap on top of him and plunge his cock into my pussy.  When he tried to hold me I pinned his hands to the bed and fucked harder until he came inside me.  

As silly and hilarious as it sounds, I think it really worked and I'd like another one of these cheese beatings. 

The Handmaid

We started watching The Handmaids Tale for the first time.  We've only made it through two episodes so far and it has been rough to watch, hard on the feelings for me at least.  That didn't stop me from getting all worked up sitting next to Master alone on the couch though when it has been days and days since we had sex.  Maybe since last Thursday, or longer.  There was a little sucking and fingering Saturday morning before he left for work, but it was more of a tease.  

The terrible thing about The Handmaid's Tale, as while it is completely unerotic in the film itself, bits of it are easy to fit into some of my fantasies. 

Master started by making me leave my robe open.  He let me touch myself.  Then he told me to go get a toy to play with- I brought down the glass dildo.  I fucked myself with it and he watched me out of the corner of his eye.  I was really enjoying myself and barely paying attention to the show anymore.

When he ordered it, I came in a huge squirty gush (I planned ahead for this by putting a blanket under me).   He took me up to bed,  tied my hands behind my back and began caning me all over, avoiding my hands, but hitting my upper shoulders, ass, thighs, calves.     I still had the dildo between my legs and I was really getting off on both the caning and humping that thing.  

He had me get on top and use the vibrator while he caned my breasts.  I had some amazing orgasms and still have some nice bruises from that.  

Knives and Fantasies

I was tied up, breasts bound up tight in offering up to him, when I heard the snick of the knife opening. I shut my eyes to avoid seeing what he was going to do.  Maybe it is easier that way?  I relaxed my body as the knife slid across my chest.  My silent mantra at these times is "I am his to do with as he pleases.  He can cut me and I will stand here and not move.  I am his property". 

I felt the sharp knife prick my nipple and felt sure I would see a drop of blood trickling.  I began begging him "Please, Master, please don't".  I didn't even really think about it, but I really feared for the safety of my nipple.  He moved the knife to the other breast and it felt softer. I had closed my eyes again and I didn't feel a prick.  Perhaps now he was using the back of the knife instead of the sharp side.  


The fantasies came the following day.  It was just and ordinary morning when my Master told me his cock wasn't going to suck itself.  I went down on my knees.  

He took me up to bed and said we were going to play a fun game.  I was going to be his mistress and he was cheating on someone else who somehow was also me.  It really screwed with my head (is that what you think of me??) but at the same time we told the story together and I put in elements that made me hot while he put in elements that made him hot until the story was complicated and interwoven of both of us.  

And the fucking was really hot.  

TMI Tuesday

1. When you post on your blog, what is your main goal?

Pleasing my Master. 

2. What are some questions your blog readers should be asking you but they are not?

I enjoy specific questions about any of my blog entries, but I can't think of anything myself. 

3. What is a great blog post that you have read lately (leave a link in your TMI post)?
This is the first post I have read on this blog, but I really enjoyed it and plan to go back to read more:  https://whenimonmyown.twilightparadox.com/?p=438

4. How long have you been blogging? 

 About 7 years on this one.  Before this I had a vanilla blog under my real name for a couple years.  

5. Considering your current blog, what are the top two most popular posts you have written? (post links to each in your TMI post).
 
This is my number one blog post of all time, in popular terms: 

 http://slavetomasterblog.blogspot.com/2013/12/cuckqueen-fantasy.html


I guess tons of people are interested in cuckqueening.   

And this is number two:  http://slavetomasterblog.blogspot.com/2015/06/it-is-tack-bra-day.html

It's just a picture, but evidently people are really into boobs.  
Or tacks.  
Boobs 'n' tacks.  Nothing wrong with that.  

https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2019/06/03/tmi-tuesday-june-4-2019/

Kinky Camp!

Master and I went camping with some of our kinky friends over the weekend.  It wasn't a big event, just a small group of us at an "Anything consensual goes" private campground.  We had beautiful weather both days, a little chilly at night but we huddled around a campfire. I slept kind of cold too.

Master beat me the first day with some of Mystique's implements like a two tongued tawse/whip type thing and a paddle that slips on like an oven mitt (down side- it also slips off easily).

We sat around talking and playing a few games with everyone late in the evening, which was fun. 

In the morning Mystique's sub, Hasufel, cooked us all some tasty scrambled eggs and bacon.  I did the washing up. 

There was a funny moment when the Dominants told us that I was above Hasufel in the pecking order, so I could tell him what to do.  Not that I want to tell anyone what to do.  But I could if I wanted.  He was thrilled to be the omega sub.  

Then she gave him a chance to be above me, telling Hasufel "Tell her to bring that over here in your meanest voice."  Hasufel is a slightly Minion-like sub:

 

So he said to me (in an ordinary voice),

 "Bring that over here in your meanest voice".

Later on after breakfast Master began flogging me, then whipping me.  Mystique joined in and they both whipped me, one on the back and one on the side.  I don't know how they kept the whips from tangling!  I still have a bit of sting and a few marks from that.  Master dragged me off to the tent when she was done and fucked me to a gallery of comments coming from right out side the tent.  You know, helpful things like "Gag on it!" 
 
Sometimes it was too much and I had to giggle.