I never did get around to posting about last week's weigh in, but the result was no change for me! No punishment all week! This is a good thing. Of course I would prefer to see some loss, but staying the same is fine too. I'm waiting for Master to wake up so we can get on the scale before I eat. At least, I'm trying to wait. I'm really hungry though.
Mileage totals:
The week before: 17.5 miles of walking
This past week: 3 miles of jogging and 10.2 miles of walking (edit to add today's walk).
The last few days I really slacked off on walking because Thursday I taught herding lessons in the rain for 2 hours. That took away my desire for any more outdoors since it rained all day.
Friday I did about two hours of gardening and yardwork. I figured that counted. The weeds were getting out of control. Then of course yesterday, well, it was busy!
Edited to add: I lost one pound!
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Thing One and Thing Two
This morning I went to drop off the kids and then to let Mystique's dogs out. When I got home, Saumya had just arrived and Master was talking to her. I waited at the door until given instructions because I didn't want to interrupt. I noticed that while I was out Master had carried the largest dog crate up from the basement and lined it with my favorite fuzzy blanket.
Interesting.
I admire her bravery in giving herself over to Master for a CNC scene that could last half the day, or even more if you count it continuing all the way from last Saturday until now. I mean, sure, he hasn't done anything fatal or harmful to me, but she doesn't know him as well as I do (not that I mean anything bad, I just think it must be harder for her than for me), plus she says she is not a painslut at all. Her former limits were suspended. He informed her that she could still say red and he'd take it under advisement what to do next.
He told me to strip upstairs. When I came back he told me to go put on something filmy instead.
By that time she was on a leash and in the crate. On his order, she came out, I went in. He addressed both of us only as "it" and as
"thing one" (me) and "thing two" (her). Objectification. Dehumanizing. Just delicious.
Master had his buck knife and the sharpener laid out on the kitchen table.
He sharpened the knife. The sound makes my skin tingle.
Then he began cutting her dress. He sliced it right down the sides and cut it all off, exposing her lovely corset and stockings. I could feel her breathing and it excited me.
We spent time pleasuring Master, taking turns like that, in and out of the crate, then he had me fetch the cutting board. There was some moderately heavy paddling, and he sent us upstairs. I think this was the first time I actually lifted my head to look at her. I'd been looking down a lot I realized, but I was feeling more submissive than anything, more submissive than aroused even. So far.
That didn't last long as Master quickly tied us together and began beating both of us with the heavy cutting board, and then the heavy hickory cane. A little reprieve of the belt. It hurts less. It makes me want to come.
A flogging, the thinner willow cane, and then he untied us and we knelt to share his cock while he used the cane more. It hurt worse in that position, kneeling. It was the tip or the angle or something, and we both had a hard time bearing up. I hoped she wasn't having regrets at that point.
Now I was very wet and ready to come. Instead he set me to kneeling in front of her and licking her as she got a hard flogging. His floggers are quite stingy.
There was much more groping, licking and sucking, and even a bit of fucking before he put a leash on me and took her to bed. I was allowed to be there also; for a little we fucked around, then he told me to go fetch a chair from the other room.
He came over and tied me into it. My feet were buckled to a bar attached to the legs, and my arms thoroughly roped up to the chair arms. As the ropes slid across my skin and gradually tightened I began to float away into a happy place. A craving came over me. I asked to be slapped. He reminded me harshly that I was his thing as he slapped my face over and over.
He went back to the bed. He tied her hands to the headboard. Watching them tied up this way didn't feel the way I thought it would in my fantasy. There was no jealousy, only a happy floaty sort of feeling as I sat struggling slightly against my bonds and rubbing my thighs together wantonly. I couldn't come yet. He even said specific things to prickle and scare me, but I was content.
Yes, I wanted to get fucked, but it wasn't a desperate want, it was more of a hope that it would be my turn later. He had her say one of my code words, and then he told me to come several times. I was dripping wet down even to my ankles.
When he was done and had come he threw the condom at me and it stayed there squishily on my chest. I kind of liked that. Even for the pictures (blush, I don't think this is my best angle, but here goes).
Thing one.
He untied me and invited me to cuddle in bed. After a bit of a nap, she got up to shower and, surprising me, Master was raring to go again. He asked if I could taste her and the condom. He was soon hard again and fucked me, made me come, and then stuck his cock in my ass without warning (I yipped) before going to join her in the shower.
At least there was no wooden spoon this time, unlike both Thursday and Friday nights when I got a pretty heavy dose, from which my butt was still sore this morning and is more sore now.
After my shower, Master took us out to a restaurant-- some absolutely delicious Korean food. I was starved.
What a great day. I am so happy Master fulfilled so many of his fantasies, and judging from the puddles she was quite happy too.
Of course, he still had more things on his list that he didn't get to this time... figging?
Interesting.
I admire her bravery in giving herself over to Master for a CNC scene that could last half the day, or even more if you count it continuing all the way from last Saturday until now. I mean, sure, he hasn't done anything fatal or harmful to me, but she doesn't know him as well as I do (not that I mean anything bad, I just think it must be harder for her than for me), plus she says she is not a painslut at all. Her former limits were suspended. He informed her that she could still say red and he'd take it under advisement what to do next.
He told me to strip upstairs. When I came back he told me to go put on something filmy instead.
By that time she was on a leash and in the crate. On his order, she came out, I went in. He addressed both of us only as "it" and as
"thing one" (me) and "thing two" (her). Objectification. Dehumanizing. Just delicious.
Master had his buck knife and the sharpener laid out on the kitchen table.
He sharpened the knife. The sound makes my skin tingle.
Then he began cutting her dress. He sliced it right down the sides and cut it all off, exposing her lovely corset and stockings. I could feel her breathing and it excited me.
We spent time pleasuring Master, taking turns like that, in and out of the crate, then he had me fetch the cutting board. There was some moderately heavy paddling, and he sent us upstairs. I think this was the first time I actually lifted my head to look at her. I'd been looking down a lot I realized, but I was feeling more submissive than anything, more submissive than aroused even. So far.
That didn't last long as Master quickly tied us together and began beating both of us with the heavy cutting board, and then the heavy hickory cane. A little reprieve of the belt. It hurts less. It makes me want to come.
A flogging, the thinner willow cane, and then he untied us and we knelt to share his cock while he used the cane more. It hurt worse in that position, kneeling. It was the tip or the angle or something, and we both had a hard time bearing up. I hoped she wasn't having regrets at that point.
Now I was very wet and ready to come. Instead he set me to kneeling in front of her and licking her as she got a hard flogging. His floggers are quite stingy.
There was much more groping, licking and sucking, and even a bit of fucking before he put a leash on me and took her to bed. I was allowed to be there also; for a little we fucked around, then he told me to go fetch a chair from the other room.
He came over and tied me into it. My feet were buckled to a bar attached to the legs, and my arms thoroughly roped up to the chair arms. As the ropes slid across my skin and gradually tightened I began to float away into a happy place. A craving came over me. I asked to be slapped. He reminded me harshly that I was his thing as he slapped my face over and over.
He went back to the bed. He tied her hands to the headboard. Watching them tied up this way didn't feel the way I thought it would in my fantasy. There was no jealousy, only a happy floaty sort of feeling as I sat struggling slightly against my bonds and rubbing my thighs together wantonly. I couldn't come yet. He even said specific things to prickle and scare me, but I was content.
Yes, I wanted to get fucked, but it wasn't a desperate want, it was more of a hope that it would be my turn later. He had her say one of my code words, and then he told me to come several times. I was dripping wet down even to my ankles.
When he was done and had come he threw the condom at me and it stayed there squishily on my chest. I kind of liked that. Even for the pictures (blush, I don't think this is my best angle, but here goes).
He untied me and invited me to cuddle in bed. After a bit of a nap, she got up to shower and, surprising me, Master was raring to go again. He asked if I could taste her and the condom. He was soon hard again and fucked me, made me come, and then stuck his cock in my ass without warning (I yipped) before going to join her in the shower.
At least there was no wooden spoon this time, unlike both Thursday and Friday nights when I got a pretty heavy dose, from which my butt was still sore this morning and is more sore now.
After my shower, Master took us out to a restaurant-- some absolutely delicious Korean food. I was starved.
What a great day. I am so happy Master fulfilled so many of his fantasies, and judging from the puddles she was quite happy too.
Of course, he still had more things on his list that he didn't get to this time... figging?
Friday, June 12, 2015
Not News
I'm sure this is not news to anyone, but just as a reminder and public service announcement:
Wooden spoons hurt!
All my bruises are gone from last Saturday but my butt still hurts.
The dragon tail marks are still there, so at least I have something to look at.
Also, in other excitement we have arranged for the kids to go out for a few hours tomorrow and we have more adventures planned. It won't just be Master and me either. I am excited and nervous, as usual!
Wooden spoons hurt!
All my bruises are gone from last Saturday but my butt still hurts.
The dragon tail marks are still there, so at least I have something to look at.
Also, in other excitement we have arranged for the kids to go out for a few hours tomorrow and we have more adventures planned. It won't just be Master and me either. I am excited and nervous, as usual!
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Master's Game
The name of the game:
"It keeps the cock in it's mouth or it gets the paddle again".
Let me just say this game is hard, but very hot, kind of like... well, you know!
"It keeps the cock in it's mouth or it gets the paddle again".
Let me just say this game is hard, but very hot, kind of like... well, you know!
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Deserving
Sunday morning we went to a bookstore and out for lunch. I was wearing a sundress and when it got windy and the dress started blowing around I said to Master,
"I hope the wind doesn't blow my skirt up".
He asked, "Why, aren't you wearing panties?"
I said I was, but the backs of my thighs are all purple and red.
He said, "Don't worry, if anyone sees and comments I'll just tell them that the slut deserved it".
:/
"I hope the wind doesn't blow my skirt up".
He asked, "Why, aren't you wearing panties?"
I said I was, but the backs of my thighs are all purple and red.
He said, "Don't worry, if anyone sees and comments I'll just tell them that the slut deserved it".
:/
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Saturday Night Part IV: Swap
I was given over to Sophie in a sub/slave swap, as my Master asked me "Do you remember your rules?" I did, of course. No butt sex.
She used the dragon tail on me, which I'd asked for. I got some pretty marks, and it was wonderfully painful.
Whip marks. Yum.
And then she picked up a paddle. This hurt so much worse, especially on top of the caning I'd already had. There may have been some other implements but my mind was pretty fuzzy by then and I don't remember (Sophie, help?). I just remember it was pretty seriously hurty.
Meanwhile Master was beating Sophie's little girl, Bratastic (not her real name) right off to the side. I could hear her moans and cries and every now and then caught a glimpse of his belt.
She pulled my hair, and slapped me, and whispered nasty things in my ear. That was all kinds of hot. She put me on my knees and I helped unzip to take out her cock and begin sucking it. I was very eager to do this, and came several times myself. She praised me, which made me feel quite happy. I sure do get lots of practice/training at home!
Then she put me back up on the table, this time lying on my back with my legs spread. She paddled my inner thighs which hurt like fuck. She explained this counting game to me, and I tried and utterly failed to count anything like correctly. My brain was so out of it, and the paddle hurt so much that all the thoughts were driven out.
The game was there would be 30 smacks on each thigh. But alternating randomly between thighs: 2 here, 3 there, 4 here, 2 there. I had to keep separate count of each thigh-smackage, in my head, not out loud. Each time I counted wrong, it would start back at zero. I asked if I could use my fingers.
No, of course not.
I couldn't do it.
Ok, how about if you just count to ten?
I couldn't do that either.
But I could suck cock. And I could have the clamps on my sore nipples again and have the chain pulled. We did that too.
Then she asked me what I wanted next. I made some inarticulate motions and mouthed a word.
She was smiling.
I got a condom out and laid on my towel on the floor. She gripped my hair hard. Tightened her hand in my collar until I was limp. Slapped my face. Shit, I love that too much. She fucked me. I came. A bunch. The whole time I could hear Bratastic's loud moans and cries in the background which spurred me to orgasm again and again. I couldn't see what Master was doing to her but I could hear some of the things he said.
What a wicked man!
She whispered more nasty, sexy, dirty things in my ear and I began to struggle. More smacking, trying to get away, pinned to the ground, flipped over, punched in my shoulders and back, more fucking until we were exhausted.
This was such a great night.
It was very late, and too soon we had to get back home. When I finished taking care of my dogs and came to bed, Master was still not done with me. He fucked me again. The stripes on my ass and thighs ached. My cunt ached. My nipples ached. He told me all about the things he'd done earlier as he fucked me from behind.
In the morning, I got up early and had coffee, but as soon as he woke he ordered me back upstairs for more fucking. I was so sore, but even that made it extra good for me. Crazy masochism. He let me use the Hitachi while he was taking me. I thought about the previous evening and came massively.
She used the dragon tail on me, which I'd asked for. I got some pretty marks, and it was wonderfully painful.
And then she picked up a paddle. This hurt so much worse, especially on top of the caning I'd already had. There may have been some other implements but my mind was pretty fuzzy by then and I don't remember (Sophie, help?). I just remember it was pretty seriously hurty.
Meanwhile Master was beating Sophie's little girl, Bratastic (not her real name) right off to the side. I could hear her moans and cries and every now and then caught a glimpse of his belt.
She pulled my hair, and slapped me, and whispered nasty things in my ear. That was all kinds of hot. She put me on my knees and I helped unzip to take out her cock and begin sucking it. I was very eager to do this, and came several times myself. She praised me, which made me feel quite happy. I sure do get lots of practice/training at home!
Then she put me back up on the table, this time lying on my back with my legs spread. She paddled my inner thighs which hurt like fuck. She explained this counting game to me, and I tried and utterly failed to count anything like correctly. My brain was so out of it, and the paddle hurt so much that all the thoughts were driven out.
The game was there would be 30 smacks on each thigh. But alternating randomly between thighs: 2 here, 3 there, 4 here, 2 there. I had to keep separate count of each thigh-smackage, in my head, not out loud. Each time I counted wrong, it would start back at zero. I asked if I could use my fingers.
No, of course not.
I couldn't do it.
Ok, how about if you just count to ten?
I couldn't do that either.
But I could suck cock. And I could have the clamps on my sore nipples again and have the chain pulled. We did that too.
Then she asked me what I wanted next. I made some inarticulate motions and mouthed a word.
She was smiling.
I got a condom out and laid on my towel on the floor. She gripped my hair hard. Tightened her hand in my collar until I was limp. Slapped my face. Shit, I love that too much. She fucked me. I came. A bunch. The whole time I could hear Bratastic's loud moans and cries in the background which spurred me to orgasm again and again. I couldn't see what Master was doing to her but I could hear some of the things he said.
What a wicked man!
She whispered more nasty, sexy, dirty things in my ear and I began to struggle. More smacking, trying to get away, pinned to the ground, flipped over, punched in my shoulders and back, more fucking until we were exhausted.
This was such a great night.
It was very late, and too soon we had to get back home. When I finished taking care of my dogs and came to bed, Master was still not done with me. He fucked me again. The stripes on my ass and thighs ached. My cunt ached. My nipples ached. He told me all about the things he'd done earlier as he fucked me from behind.
In the morning, I got up early and had coffee, but as soon as he woke he ordered me back upstairs for more fucking. I was so sore, but even that made it extra good for me. Crazy masochism. He let me use the Hitachi while he was taking me. I thought about the previous evening and came massively.
Monday, June 8, 2015
Part III: Extreme Naughtiness
Master took the spreader bar and fastened one end to Saumya's right wrist and the other to my left wrist. Thus shackled together, we were bent over the table together. Master flogged us at the same time, which was lovely. It didn't hurt a bit. He also used the misery stick, which did hurt. We were both fondled and kissed, and spanked.
When he pulled us back to standing, Master began kissing her and he ordered me to the ground, his hand on his belt. I didn't have to ask what he wanted. I finished undoing it and pulled down his shorts, then took his cock in my mouth. After a few minutes he pulled me up and pushed her down. We traded places. I enjoyed holding his cock and putting into her mouth. I licked his balls.
It was so hot!
There was much mutual groping, fingering and kissing until he told me to lie on the ground. I obeyed, and he started fucking me, right there on the porch. Yeah, I was expecting this, but it was still a bit shocking. Someday I may get used to being a complete public slut. That shocked feeling only lasted a second and then I was swept up in delicious sensations. I was way over-primed for this, so desperate to feel him deep inside me. Master told her to sit on my face. Meanwhile he pulled out of my cunt and he made her suck him as I licked her.
He told me to get up and her to lie down. I fetched him a condom out of our bag and then I knelt to one side and watched as he fucked her. It was more beautiful than I can express when she had a huge orgasm and her face took on the most amazing glow.
Some people came round the back and saw us there, fucking and kneeling, respectively, and commented, "Woops, sorry we'll leave".
Then another group came by and said almost the same thing "Woops sorry, we won't interrupt".
Then another couple came around the house, "Woops, sorry, but can we watch?"
By the third time it happened all three of us had dissolved into helpless laughter!
No worries, maties, honest! If we wanted privacy we would have got a hotel.
It sure didn't end our fun; afterward we cuddled in a soggy pile.
When he pulled us back to standing, Master began kissing her and he ordered me to the ground, his hand on his belt. I didn't have to ask what he wanted. I finished undoing it and pulled down his shorts, then took his cock in my mouth. After a few minutes he pulled me up and pushed her down. We traded places. I enjoyed holding his cock and putting into her mouth. I licked his balls.
It was so hot!
There was much mutual groping, fingering and kissing until he told me to lie on the ground. I obeyed, and he started fucking me, right there on the porch. Yeah, I was expecting this, but it was still a bit shocking. Someday I may get used to being a complete public slut. That shocked feeling only lasted a second and then I was swept up in delicious sensations. I was way over-primed for this, so desperate to feel him deep inside me. Master told her to sit on my face. Meanwhile he pulled out of my cunt and he made her suck him as I licked her.
He told me to get up and her to lie down. I fetched him a condom out of our bag and then I knelt to one side and watched as he fucked her. It was more beautiful than I can express when she had a huge orgasm and her face took on the most amazing glow.
Some people came round the back and saw us there, fucking and kneeling, respectively, and commented, "Woops, sorry we'll leave".
Then another group came by and said almost the same thing "Woops sorry, we won't interrupt".
Then another couple came around the house, "Woops, sorry, but can we watch?"
By the third time it happened all three of us had dissolved into helpless laughter!
No worries, maties, honest! If we wanted privacy we would have got a hotel.
It sure didn't end our fun; afterward we cuddled in a soggy pile.
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