Ready or Not

My Master was fucking me this morning and he presented the nipple clamps to me.  

"Are you ready for these and a big orgasm?" he asked.

I nodded. 
 
He attached one and it hurt like the very devil.
 
"No, no, no," I cried, "I'm not ready for those at all".
  
He attached the other one.

He thrust into me hard, slapped my face and told me to come. 
 I gushed everywhere.  

He said, "I guess you were ready after all."  

Here's the fuzz:

 

Sex 'n' Beatings

Thursday night Master punched me in the ass a little bit and then we went to sleep, but didn't have sex (we don't do it EVERY day).

Friday night we went to bed early though.  Not to sleep, just to bed.   We snuggled down under the blankets and I reached down and started fondling his cock.  After a few minutes he pushed the blankets away and told me to suck it.  He had me move my ass around to him so he could hit me with the cane at the same time.  It felt awfully nice.  Hard enough to sting but not so hard that I wanted to flee. 

He fucked me and gave me some little orgasms, then he came inside me from behind.  He kept on playing with me with the glass dildo and the bullet vibe and even though it took a very long time I eventually had a huge orgasm.   I had to beg for it at that point when it was feeling just about inevitable.   

Today he had to work in the morning, and tonight also, but in between we spent a few hours playing Pokemon out in the cold.   I'm sitting by my new space heater since we are still furnace-less and Master was getting worried about the pipes freezing in the part of the house not warmed that much by the wood stove. 

He also wants me to post pictures of my fuzzy cunt since he's been having me grow my hair out.  I might do that tomorrow.

It's Not a Trap

I was washing dishes and we started talking about this and that, punching people mostly, and I said I bet he couldn't punch me hard enough to make me cry.  He thought maybe this was some kind of trap.   

He punched me in the arm.  I laughed. For some strange reason I found myself telling him that was a funny one.  He punched me in the arm again, same spot, and then two more times, just as hard on all of them.  I was still laughing but also admitting that it really hurt.  So he punched me a couple more times in the same spot and I couldn't hold up the dish I was washing anymore.  I started shrinking away.  

It turned out it wasn't a trap at all.  I don't know why he thought it was.  I just like getting punched, is all.  :)  

A Little Poll

I told my Master I haven't been writing as much because it feels like what I write is repetitive: beatings/sex, beatings/sex.  I haven't lost any enthusiasm for doing it- but writing about it feels like I must be writing the same blog over and over.   

He suggested I take a poll, so here it is.

What would the couple people still reading this blog most like to read?

a. more sex/beatings

b. what I'm doing every day that's not sex and beating

c. some of each

d.  other? Fill in the blank

TMI Tuesday; I told you so!

1. Do you go out of your way to be nice?

Sometimes, sure.  I haven't killed anyone yet.  

2. Some time ago people were buried with items they would need in the afterlife, what would you want buried with you so you could use it in the afterlife?

I would have about a dozen small figures of dogs representing my real dogs.  Maybe two dozen.  There's no such thing as too many dogs in the afterlife.  And some little toy sheep.  

3. What social stigma does society need to get over?

Slut shaming.  

4. When was the last time you told someone “I told you so.”?

Omg.  I bite my tongue every day on that one.  I don't consider it nice.  But I do think it a lot.  

5. When was the last time you were snooping, and found something you wish you hadn’t? What did you find?

I don't think this has ever happened to me.  Not that I haven't ever snooped, but I never found anything bad.  

Bonus: What small seemingly insignificant thing did your parents or someone else say when you were a child that has stuck with you all this time?

My mom told me that when she took me to a softball game (as she did all the time when she played softball) I won a prize for "dirtiest child" after taking dust baths in the infield.  

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Good Lord, ancilla

Last night we went out to dinner with a bunch of Master's co-workers and former co-workers.  He warned me ahead of time that they are a rowdy bunch who like to talk about sex all the time.  

I was sitting there eating my onion rings and sipping my Spotted Cow when I caught the tail end of something my Master was saying to one girl "You should talk to our friend Dr. Peter about that".

I jumped in with a surprised, "About what?!"

Master gave me a look which told me he was reading exactly what was in my mind. 

"Good lord, ancilla! he exclaimed. (except he used my real name).

Everyone laughed uproariously, I blushed, they all repeated
"Good lord, ancilla," over and over, making me blush and laugh even more.   I told them he could read exactly what was in my mind.  They all guessed it was something naughty, but they had no idea HOW naughty, I'm sure.  

He just wanted her to talk to Dr. Peter about the field of psychology.   Ooops!  

Female Domination: KOTW

Do you love a dominant woman? What it is about that dynamic and personality that makes your blood pump? What is your gender in relation to this kink? Do you love the idea of a whip wielding leather clad mistress or maybe you like something ‘less in your face'?

I have a feeling I could never belong entirely to a woman, even if I had never met my Master.   There is something about most dominant women that I couldn't deal with, and it's not the lack of a penis.  This could be a terrible stereotype, but many of the dominant women I know are just not that into sex and play on a regular basis.  I mean, sure, they love it.  Sometimes.  But there can be a long drought between those times with them not really missing either one.  And I'm a greedy slut.

However, I have been attracted to several dominant women, and I've enjoyed playing with them, especially Mystique.   I have little interest in the leather/latex/high heel stereotype, but I really am into the whip wielding part as a masochist.  My gender is female, kink has no bearing on that for me.  My sexuality is pansexual, which means I can be attracted to all sorts of people, not that I am attracted to every single person.