1. You have 3 days to live:
a. What will you stop doing?
Weeding the garden. Removing wall paper from the kitchen.
b. What will you do before your time runs out?
More sex. Eat donuts, probably a dozen. Call my parents. Hug my kids.
2. “True wealth is the ability to fully experience life.” – Henry David Thoreau
a. Are you truly experiencing life?
b. Are you truly experiencing a full sex life?
a. Yes, I have experienced quite a few interesting things. Of course, I'm looking forward to much more to come.
b. Definitely. I have no complaints. :) :) Especially today. I got beaten 3 times, sexed twice and gave one blowjob. Two men. I feel pretty awesome about my sexlife.
3. During sex, what is something that usually distracts you?
My brain.
4. Because you are busy, busy, busy you now have been ordered to have scheduled down time of two hours.
a. What time of day do you take your down time?
b. What do you do in your down time?
I usually have coffee and internet time in the morning. And then I have movie watching or internet time in the morning, so that's what I'd do.
5. Thinking about your sex life:
a. What are the positives?
b. What are the negatives?
Positives: My Master is awesome and generous and just the right amount of cruel and vicious.
Negatives: I can't think of any but my Master thinks I should be able to take on more men. Perhaps three or four.
More about TMI Tuesday: https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/10/tmi-tuesday-july-11-2017/
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Monday, July 10, 2017
Property Ownership Q/A
These questions came from an M/s group on Fetlife, and since I've been busy today, I'm taking a blog shortcut to re-post them here.
The questions are about slaves and how property ownership works for each individual relationship.
1. Who owns the house or do you jointly own it?
We jointly own it. We are married and so we have jointly owned everything from the time that we married. That was the way it has been since before I became his slave. Our anniversary is today, actually- 24 years.
2. Who owns the contents of the house? Is your arrangement like a conventional relationship, with both of you owning all the contents, or is property divided, or entirely owned by one partner?
The things I use, like my clothes, my computer etc. are considered mine, although since he owns me he has ultimate say over everything I own as well as everything we own together.
3. As an s-type, would you consider a LONG-TERM M/s relationship where you are neither co-owner of the house, nor have any marital property rights? If so, would you contribute to the house financially? As an M-type, would you/have you ask(ed) this of your slave?
I've never considered an M/s relationship with anyone but him. My idea of being a slave means absolute subservience, so whatever the Master wants is what happens.
4. Is the s-type considered to be "property" in that the s-type is part of the contents of the Master's house or is the s-type a different type of property?
Yes, I am his property. He thinks of me as more like a pet than a thing, because I'm living and have feelings and that alone gives him more responsibility for my welfare than he would feel for a washing machine. A human property is definitely different than any other type of property, but slave=property to us.
5. If you have pets in your household, who owns the pets? Can you or your slave just go and buy a pet if you want to? Who decides where the pets sleep and where/what they eat?
I own the dogs, the cat and the sheep. He owns the fish. I can't bring home animals without permission. That was true before I was a slave too. I guess we had pretty strict rules about certain things back then too. My Master can do what ever he likes, including getting more pets. I make a lot of the decisions about the pet care, but there are certain things he doesn't want, like dogs sleeping in the bedroom. He made a brief exception for the new puppy while she was getting used to her new home, because otherwise they are lonely and bark, but I had to ask first, and then I moved her downstairs once she got used to our home and routines. Before we lived together my dogs ALWAYS slept on the bed.
6. May purchases be made for the home without the Master's consent? Such as a new sofa or a barbecue or a framed picture? If the s-type must get permission, what factors invite the Master's sanction: taste? cost?
No, most things would be too expensive to buy without asking him first. Small things like new pillows I might just buy without asking and I wouldn't be in trouble.
Edit: Did one of you arrive with more 'stuff' than the other?
When we moved in together everything we had could fit in one of those small U-Haul trailers. It was very minimal. I didn't even own a bed.
The questions are about slaves and how property ownership works for each individual relationship.
1. Who owns the house or do you jointly own it?
We jointly own it. We are married and so we have jointly owned everything from the time that we married. That was the way it has been since before I became his slave. Our anniversary is today, actually- 24 years.
2. Who owns the contents of the house? Is your arrangement like a conventional relationship, with both of you owning all the contents, or is property divided, or entirely owned by one partner?
The things I use, like my clothes, my computer etc. are considered mine, although since he owns me he has ultimate say over everything I own as well as everything we own together.
3. As an s-type, would you consider a LONG-TERM M/s relationship where you are neither co-owner of the house, nor have any marital property rights? If so, would you contribute to the house financially? As an M-type, would you/have you ask(ed) this of your slave?
I've never considered an M/s relationship with anyone but him. My idea of being a slave means absolute subservience, so whatever the Master wants is what happens.
4. Is the s-type considered to be "property" in that the s-type is part of the contents of the Master's house or is the s-type a different type of property?
Yes, I am his property. He thinks of me as more like a pet than a thing, because I'm living and have feelings and that alone gives him more responsibility for my welfare than he would feel for a washing machine. A human property is definitely different than any other type of property, but slave=property to us.
5. If you have pets in your household, who owns the pets? Can you or your slave just go and buy a pet if you want to? Who decides where the pets sleep and where/what they eat?
I own the dogs, the cat and the sheep. He owns the fish. I can't bring home animals without permission. That was true before I was a slave too. I guess we had pretty strict rules about certain things back then too. My Master can do what ever he likes, including getting more pets. I make a lot of the decisions about the pet care, but there are certain things he doesn't want, like dogs sleeping in the bedroom. He made a brief exception for the new puppy while she was getting used to her new home, because otherwise they are lonely and bark, but I had to ask first, and then I moved her downstairs once she got used to our home and routines. Before we lived together my dogs ALWAYS slept on the bed.
6. May purchases be made for the home without the Master's consent? Such as a new sofa or a barbecue or a framed picture? If the s-type must get permission, what factors invite the Master's sanction: taste? cost?
No, most things would be too expensive to buy without asking him first. Small things like new pillows I might just buy without asking and I wouldn't be in trouble.
Edit: Did one of you arrive with more 'stuff' than the other?
When we moved in together everything we had could fit in one of those small U-Haul trailers. It was very minimal. I didn't even own a bed.
Saturday, July 8, 2017
Master is Really Mean, And I Am Happy To Be Home
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Friday, July 7, 2017
Talking About Relatives
One of the great things about going to see my parents is catching up with my mom on all the family happenings. She is the hub of news, so she always knows what there is to know. There is usually more than can be covered in a phone call.
This time it was her sister again, who is unhappy in her marriage. My uncle is some kind of vice president corporation big wig who has provided several mansions and maids and all that hoopla. Now, however, he's home all the time, still working, but from home instead of going to work. So, it is a lot more obvious about his faults to my aunts.
My mom said "We all tried to warn her about him before they even got married, but she wouldn't listen." I'm estimating my aunt and uncle have been married at least 45 years now, ever since I can remember anyway.
So I asked my mom what exactly was the problem with him that they warned about.
"He doesn't respect women. His dad thought that women were never worth listening to, and his sons were raised that way and believe it as well. So now (my aunt) feels he never listens to her. Which he doesn't. But she also talks too much and refuses to stop talking when he wants some quiet time."
So, where am I going with this, other than just blathering on for paragraphs about my family?
Sometimes we talk about really long relationships as being a success or about being unable to leave a M/s relationship as being something that we aspire to or that other people think is utter bollocks. Personally, I feel that being unable to leave means you must try harder to work things out, rather than give up quickly. You don't get to have a long relationship if you don't have the ability to work things out.
Even in a vanilla relationship, other people can sometimes look at it from the outside, with only having part of the story, part of the information, mainly the complaints, and wonder "Why does she stay?" Well, my conclusion is that she has her reasons, which for the past 45-ish years have been good enough for her. Whether they will be good enough reasons tomorrow is unknown until that time comes.
This time it was her sister again, who is unhappy in her marriage. My uncle is some kind of vice president corporation big wig who has provided several mansions and maids and all that hoopla. Now, however, he's home all the time, still working, but from home instead of going to work. So, it is a lot more obvious about his faults to my aunts.
My mom said "We all tried to warn her about him before they even got married, but she wouldn't listen." I'm estimating my aunt and uncle have been married at least 45 years now, ever since I can remember anyway.
So I asked my mom what exactly was the problem with him that they warned about.
"He doesn't respect women. His dad thought that women were never worth listening to, and his sons were raised that way and believe it as well. So now (my aunt) feels he never listens to her. Which he doesn't. But she also talks too much and refuses to stop talking when he wants some quiet time."
So, where am I going with this, other than just blathering on for paragraphs about my family?
Sometimes we talk about really long relationships as being a success or about being unable to leave a M/s relationship as being something that we aspire to or that other people think is utter bollocks. Personally, I feel that being unable to leave means you must try harder to work things out, rather than give up quickly. You don't get to have a long relationship if you don't have the ability to work things out.
Even in a vanilla relationship, other people can sometimes look at it from the outside, with only having part of the story, part of the information, mainly the complaints, and wonder "Why does she stay?" Well, my conclusion is that she has her reasons, which for the past 45-ish years have been good enough for her. Whether they will be good enough reasons tomorrow is unknown until that time comes.
Vacation Over
Our child-free vacation is over, which is kind of good, because I missed them!
I was driving down to Missouri again on Monday when I heard this weird scraping noise coming from under the car. I pulled off at a gas station and looked underneath, only to discover that there was a large piece of metal dragging from the bottom of my car. I know basically nothing about cars, but I thought this is probably a bad thing. So I drove a block down the road to a car repair place that was open July 3 (lucky for me). They said I'd have to wait for hours to get it looked at. I went back outside and called my Master. He had some suggestions for me, and started looking online for other places in that town. I took the simplest one first. I went back in and told a different guy of my plight and asked if he could look under the car and tell me what the thing hanging down was. He did. It was one of the straps that holds the gas tank on, but the bolts and other strap were doing well enough, he thought, for me to make it to Missouri. So I went on.
I did get it fixed by my parents' trusted mechanic there, which was kind of a hassle, but worth it. I really, really want a new car now though. I'm very tired of this one always breaking down. It's a 2003 with a lot of miles, so it is really old.
"Piece of crap" applies well. Sorry, car!
I was driving down to Missouri again on Monday when I heard this weird scraping noise coming from under the car. I pulled off at a gas station and looked underneath, only to discover that there was a large piece of metal dragging from the bottom of my car. I know basically nothing about cars, but I thought this is probably a bad thing. So I drove a block down the road to a car repair place that was open July 3 (lucky for me). They said I'd have to wait for hours to get it looked at. I went back outside and called my Master. He had some suggestions for me, and started looking online for other places in that town. I took the simplest one first. I went back in and told a different guy of my plight and asked if he could look under the car and tell me what the thing hanging down was. He did. It was one of the straps that holds the gas tank on, but the bolts and other strap were doing well enough, he thought, for me to make it to Missouri. So I went on.
I did get it fixed by my parents' trusted mechanic there, which was kind of a hassle, but worth it. I really, really want a new car now though. I'm very tired of this one always breaking down. It's a 2003 with a lot of miles, so it is really old.
"Piece of crap" applies well. Sorry, car!
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Fingering: KOTW
I really like to feel my cunt slammed with fingers.
Master had given me a flogging, then had me kneel at his feet. I looked up at him as I took his cock in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue until he was hard, then tightening my mouth on it as he gripped my hair and pumped into my mouth hard and fast. He reached for something. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the crop go past, and strike down on to my ass from above. I moaned and wiggled, but kept sucking as well as I could.
When my ass was stinging he stepped back and pushed me forward on my hands and knees. He moved quickly around behind me and took my cunt with one hard thrust. It hurt deliciously, and I first leaned forward away from him, and then pushed my ass back into him. Only a few minutes later, he told me to get in bed. He slipped the smooth leather straps around my wrists and put them behind my head. He presented his cock for sucking as he knelt over me and I watched him put on a blue nitrile glove.
Two fingers plunged into my cunt and one stroked my asshole. He dripped some lube on for my pleasure. His finger entered my ass and a third teased my pussy, then found its way in. He began with slow strokes which became rapid and intense. My cunt was delighted, but the same roughness and rhythm in my ass was painful. The pleasure was in the pain and I didn't want it to ever stop. But he worried that my moans were not of pure joy and he did stop. I was inarticulate. Maybe I should have said what I was feeling but at that moment I couldn't even get simple words out.
10/10 would do again, though.
Fingering as the Kink of the Week, more can be seen here:
Master had given me a flogging, then had me kneel at his feet. I looked up at him as I took his cock in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue until he was hard, then tightening my mouth on it as he gripped my hair and pumped into my mouth hard and fast. He reached for something. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the crop go past, and strike down on to my ass from above. I moaned and wiggled, but kept sucking as well as I could.
When my ass was stinging he stepped back and pushed me forward on my hands and knees. He moved quickly around behind me and took my cunt with one hard thrust. It hurt deliciously, and I first leaned forward away from him, and then pushed my ass back into him. Only a few minutes later, he told me to get in bed. He slipped the smooth leather straps around my wrists and put them behind my head. He presented his cock for sucking as he knelt over me and I watched him put on a blue nitrile glove.
Two fingers plunged into my cunt and one stroked my asshole. He dripped some lube on for my pleasure. His finger entered my ass and a third teased my pussy, then found its way in. He began with slow strokes which became rapid and intense. My cunt was delighted, but the same roughness and rhythm in my ass was painful. The pleasure was in the pain and I didn't want it to ever stop. But he worried that my moans were not of pure joy and he did stop. I was inarticulate. Maybe I should have said what I was feeling but at that moment I couldn't even get simple words out.
10/10 would do again, though.
Fingering as the Kink of the Week, more can be seen here:
Saturday, July 1, 2017
What Kind of Balls?
Master and I were driving to the store this morning to pick up supplies for the party we are throwing tonight, when out of nowhere he exclaimed excitedly,
"I know what game we can play at the party!"
I ask warily "What game?"
"I can paint Pikachu on your butt and then everyone can throw pokeballs at it."
"What are you going to use for balls?"
"Rocks, or something" he said carelessly.
Gulp. Rocks. Or something.
"I know what game we can play at the party!"
I ask warily "What game?"
"I can paint Pikachu on your butt and then everyone can throw pokeballs at it."
"What are you going to use for balls?"
"Rocks, or something" he said carelessly.
Gulp. Rocks. Or something.
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