An Early Slapsgiving?

Yesterday Master went to his other job again, the new one, which takes up a couple of his days off each month.    I get to go with him and help out, which is nice for us to be together all day (I love being with him) and also I'm learning new things and being generally useful.  

And, best of all, usually we get home in time for a little noisy kinky fun and then a nap.

We were on the way to work and chatting about Game of Thrones- what is going to happen next, who is hot and who is not, and I casually said "I think that Petyr Baelish is handsome.  I'd do him," and Master reached over and slapped my face. "Slut" he said casually.   It wasn't a hard slap, just a little reminder tap really, of who owns me.   

I may have mentioned that it was a very light slap.  Because derp.  Well, the driver to passenger angle for face slapping is bad, so instead he gave me some really stingy slaps on my thighs.  

It is all in good fun, you know.  I may be cheeky, but this is the sort of cheek he likes.  

After work, when we pulled into our driveway it was raining a bit.  Master steered me over to one of the barns and stripped my shirt and bra off.  He used the bra to tie my hands, then pushed me to my knees.  I sucked his cock, he pumped it hard into me, then he told me to get up and turn around.  He pulled down my jeans.  I was so wet, so fucking wet.  He fucked from behind for just a minute and then told me we were going inside.  So, I'm kind of hobbling along behind him, trying to half hold up my jeans with my bound hands and not trip over them, still more than half naked and getting cold and wet.   Inside, I stripped off everything once he had untied my hands, then I made lunch and we ate a little salad.  

After I'd sucked his cock again, he took me upstairs and strapped my hands and feet to this contraption:  

 

It was giving my abs a work out, since he required me to stay in that position as he kicked me in the butt, then went to get the camera to snap a picture.   Afterward he used the whip on my tender bits (ow!) and thighs, then fucked me in this same position.  

He released my ankles, had me stand up, and then whipped both sides of me with the shorter single tail, getting my nipples quite a bit.  He plied the bull whip on my backside.   He doesn't use it cruelly, and I know bullwhips can be damaging, but somehow he does it just hard enough to raise a good stinging.   

Then more sex and nap.   Ahhhhhh.   After that, he ordered a cup of tea to stock up.  0.o
I washed him in the shower and he gave me my shower treat.   It had a bit of pungency.  This was not unexpected because we had the first of the fresh garden asparagus Sunday.







 



 

Slave's Life

I have so many good things to write about, so why am I most tempted to write about the bad today? It was the funniest part of the day so far, but...

This morning we woke up, on a beautiful sunny Sunday morning, and after he came back from the bathroom he asked me if I need to go too.   I say "Not really."   And he says "Are you sure?" with a very significant look that means I'm not going to get another chance for a while, so I say "I better go now then".  

He called me his hole, his wicked slut, and used me well in several ways.  We both got a lot of pleasure in fact.  I also got some hard paddling on my still-sore backside (last night I had gotten a very long hard spanking and caning).  

Eventually I got up to make breakfast, made the coffee and tea, and he came down to eat and use the computer.  We are down to only one computer in the house now, after the other died, so I read my book for awhile.  I'm reading The Once and Future King.  But I was rather anxious to get on the computer too, and read my groups on Fetlife, and the blogs I follow, and Facebook and all that stuff I do in the morning.   I was doing my best imitation of being patient and unconcerned though.

 Around 10 am he said for me to make him one more half cup of tea, and then we were going to go work in the garden.   I looked a bit plaintive and asked if I could use the computer first.   He just blinked at me like I'd asked him to buy me a spaceship.    I guessed that was a "no" then, and I got dressed and went out to haul some compost and dig in the garden for a few hours.

 I'm not sure why I find it so funny.  I guess it was just that look he had on "You want WHAT? After I've just said we're going to garden?!!"  

Nature of Kinky Service

I started out prostrate on the floor of our room, as he likes me to wait.  When he came in he ordered me up, then pulled my hair back and kissed me hard.  I melted into him.  It was just like in the romances.   I grabbed his naked cock and held it tight.  He began walloping my ass with his hand as he continued to kiss me, until I was hotly stinging.  He told me to come.

Master told me to get on the bed.

He went down on me, and made me come, he slapped me and held off my breath until I was near panicked.  He had me suck his cock all slimy delicious and then fucked me some more.  Then he ordered me to make him come with my mouth, which I did quickly enough. 

In the morning we had the same again.  He started molesting me as I was making his tea, then he told me to go upstairs.  This time he also used a paddle on me.

After that, we had a discussion about the nature of service.  This came from one of my groups on Fet and I wanted to see what he thought. 

  Is sex a service I do for him?  Is it a kinky service?  Or is it simply mutual pleasure?  I was of two minds, and not really sure what I thought.    But his mind was quite clear.  All the sex is a service to him.  Even when he shoves one finger in my ass, one in my cunt and makes me come.  Because he likes it, and has either ordered it or just done it to me because he wants to, because I am his slavegirl, it is all a service that I do for him.  If the sex is kinky (and when is it not, here? There is always slapping and pinching and hurting and all that good stuff even if no elaborate props are used) then it is a kinky service.  Whether I enjoy it or not is completely irrelevant to whether it is a service.

Not much

I wish I had something exciting to blog about.  Not today.  

Master has been gone for work until tonight (since Tuesday), but he sent me a message this morning saying "No orgasms today" so of course that is all I can think about.   Not being able to have one makes it all the more enticing.  
    I cleaned out the car really well instead.  Now I'm off to work one of the dogs, then tonight the kids have a school fun fair.   I consider the fun fair a kind of slow torture:  too many people, nothing much to do except wander around and wonder where the heck my kids went.   If only they had a parents' quiet coffee and book corner somewhere.    

Also I have to figure out something to do with this frozen chicken for dinner.  I am uninspired.   

Moms- for real

When I talked to my mom this week she apologized for having been a bad mother.  I don't think those were her exact words, but she said though she tried really hard she never was a "natural" mother and didn't have the patience or nurturing ability she should have had.

I told her immediately that I'd always thought she was a good mother, but on the spur of the moment I could not find the words to say what I really felt and how deep it went.

In fact, it chokes me up to think that she thinks she failed us in any way.  I really do think she was the best mom ever.  I want to write her a letter, a real letter, with a postage stamp, saying all the things she did for me and how much it meant, but I just get all choked up and writer's blocked thinking about it.   Maybe I should just aim for writing one thing each day.  

Happy Fucking Mother's Day

The aftermath:

Master had planned to have a fun night with me last night, to celebrate Mother's Day, but I was feeling kind of sick, and so he let me out of it and I just went to bed.   

Instead, we spent the morning on all kinds of kinky fun.  

When he left for a bit, he instructed me to have some things ready that I thought would please him.  So, of course, I hopped on-line to ask a bunch of random strangers what to do (hahahahah- no I didn't).   Actually, I put on something frilly and sexy, put my leather collar and cuffs on, gathered some rope and implements, put a handy blanket in my normal kneeling under the kitchen table spot, downloaded some porn and waited for him to return.   I even turned off the country music radio station.

Master arrived home in a swirl of damp dogs (do you know how hard it is too hold a sexy kneeling position during that onslaught?).  

Ahh, real life vs. the porn image again. 

But he brought me roses!  And chocolates!  

Then, just after I started sucking him (yay, comfy blanket to kneel on!) the roofers arrived, so he had me take all the toys and the laptop up to our room while he went to talk to them.   

When he's on a mission, though, pesky things like that don't stop him for long.   

He came upstairs and I resumed the worship.  He had me bring the implements to him and he beat time on my ass as I sucked.

The crop was really hurting at first, but seemed to grow easier to stand as he went on with it.

Then he told me to put the laptop away for him, and he tied my wrists to the corners of the bed, with me facedown.  

Then he proceeded to beat on me with many things, for a long time.  He even added some music, which was predictably hysterical:  

Wiener song 


We are just not quite right.

He fucked me, we showered, I got pissed on, and then he took me out for lunch.  All this was my Mother's Day Special Time from him.   :)

Now I'm happily sore.  

Where is that rulebook?

I hyperventilated.  

The paddle had left it's painful impression on my backside.  Master had rolled me over and was flicking my nipples over and over.  My breathing told him what was going on in my mind better than I could ever express.  

"Shhhhh now, it's ok.  We're all done now.   Shhhhhh." He stroked my wild and tangled hair out of my face.  It was all wrapped in and around the leather strap he was using as both a gag and a restraint.

I calmed my breathing, looking up at him with a mixture of "Please don't do that again, it really hurts", and "Please don't be done yet" in my eyes.  He knew exactly what I was thinking, which for some reason still always surprises me.

Then he began flicking my nipples again.  Turns out he wasn't done at all.  Not even close. 

I don't think he's allowed to trick me like that?  I'm sure it must be in the rule book somewhere on the "Most definitely not allowed" page.  

If only I could find it.  The rulebook, that is.