Monday, December 17, 2018

Saturday Night Party

My cruel, cruel Master and his friend beat me last night.  And he (Master) tied me and our friend's slave together!  With nipple clamps.  On our nipples.  And then beat us both some more.  We were on St. Andrews crosses right next to each other at the dungeon to start with, and the two men were switching back and forth between us, sometimes so quietly and carefully that I didn't know who was beating me or who was touching me until till I opened my eyes to look around. 

It was excellent fun.  Well, except for the nipple clamps which are painful, not excellent at all. 

I had a very mystical woo- woo moment with WM (the other slave) because the energy was simply pouring off of her and I was soaking it up.  I don't usually think or talk about this kind of thing, but it is very strange and significant when it happens and not something that can be forgotten.  It wasn't as much that I was flying, but I was feeling her flying as I held on to her. 

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Busy Day!

Yesterday was a busy, productive day for us.  We got a new tarp put on the basement stair cover (this keeps rain and snow out of the stairwell for the winter- but tarps wear out).

Master got the tires off the trailer and took them in to be replaced.  I was just watching/keeping him company but I did save him from being completely smashed when the trailer started to shift on the jack.  Seconds after I said "I think it's shifting and going to fall" he pulled his arm back and it fell.  Thinking about that scares me more now than it did while it was happening.    

We went out for lunch, we dropped some things off at the school, I picked up sheep food, and I drove the younger kid back and forth for his play rehearsal in the evening while Master and the older kid put the new tires back on the trailer.   

AND, while the kids were at school we had time for some play:

Early that morning my Master had his fingers in my cunt.

"Have you been playing with it?"

No, Master.

"Well, why not? If I had a cunt, I'd be fingering it all day long".

You do have a cunt, Master, this one.

"Yes, I do" and he wiggled his fingers in it even more vigorously.

He sent me upstairs to put my buttplug in.  I had a bit of difficulty and had to open a whole new bottle of lube, which was being a pain.  Lube covered slippery fingers don't make it easy to open stiff plastic packaging!

When I finally got back down, and had sucked him to his satisfaction, he put the clover clamps on my nipples, as well as additional clamps with bells right next to them, and the other set of clover clamps is on my labia with heavy weight attached to it.   He put all these on and then made me jump and dance around while he videoed me.  It was painful and humiliating, but mostly painful.   The video part was more humiliating, though.   

He beat me with the new whip made of brake cables (a Christmas party gift- that's a whole 'nother story I skipped over from the past weekend). 

That flogger, or whip, or whatever thing it is HURTS. 



Tuesday, December 11, 2018

TMI Tuesday: Old Mattresses and Stock Prices

1. Which do you make more of phone calls or text messages?

Definitely text messages. I don't really like to talk on the phone. 

2. Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

Yes, almost always if it is a call to someone I don't know.  Because I don't want to be sitting there with a blank mind.   

3. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

Love of dogs.
Love for our kids.
Love for good food. 

4. Name three things about which you and your partner completely disagree and often causes arguments.

We barely argue. But we disagree on some minor things like which foods are tasty, but that's nothing to argue on, just a matter of taste.   There is no major issue we disagree on.  We were trying to think of one the other day and couldn't come up with any.

5. 74 percent of couples bought a brand new mattress when they began their relationship. As you embark on a serious relationship would you request your significant other buy a new mattress or would you buy a new mattress if the s.o. asked you to do so?

No, I think that is ridiculously fussy.  It makes no difference to me unless the mattress is truly worn out and uncomfortable.  The only one who could tell me to buy a new bed is my Master, but we'd be getting it together most likely.   If this is a sex thing, it's not like he doesn't fuck other people in the bed we have anyway.  

Bonus: If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about your future, what would you want to know?

Gosh, I'd be scared to know anything about myself.  I'd ask about stock prices though.  Which ones are going up and when?


Hey, it's Tuesday!

This weekend was a whirlwind, and afterward, "Dang, where did all the time go?"

And now it's Tuesday and here I am again.   

Uh, so what's going on with you?  


Thursday, December 6, 2018

KOTW: collars

Is wearing a collar or something like it a part of your relationship dynamic?

Yes, my Master first gave me a collar to wear during the day about 2-3 months after I became his slave.  It was at Christmas in 2011.  That one was pretty expensive so he's given me a couple others that I now wear that I don't have to worry about damaging or losing.   These look like necklaces so I can blend in with vanilla when I'm out and about.

Do you wear it all the time or only for play?
Do you have different collars for different occasions? Do you have a favourite collar?

I have three different necklace-style collars that I wear during the day, not all at the same time, of course.   I also have a leather collar, like a studded dog collar, that I wear at night and for play.  Then I have another "leather" collar with rhinestones for dress up kinky occasions.  
My favorite?  I have two favorites.  The gold one that Master first gave me and also the plain leather one that I wear every night.

  What it is about collars that works for you. Is what they represent or how they look or a combination of both?

It's what they represent that is important to me, which is being owned.  It makes me feel happy and gives a strong sense of belonging.  If I ever feel nervous or insecure I touch my collar and repeat a mantra inside my head.  Every night my Master fastens my leash to the collar and asks me if I've been a good slave that day.  It's a little ritual that always make me feel secure, owned and loved.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Changing No to Yes

Weirdly enough, I got into a discussion about that song "Baby, it's cold outside" being pulled from radio station playlists because people consider it rapey.  

Is it rapey for a man to pressure a woman into staying the night with him when she really doesn't want to?  And assuming "staying the night" in the parlance of the 1940s meant having sex?  Yes, sure it is in today's social mores, which means the song is pretty dang offensive to many modern listeners.  In the past, even through the 1980s, this sort of pressure was normal, and expected, even to the point that if a man didn't "try" there must be something wrong with him, right? 

It's an old toxic pattern of behavior people (of both sexes) have been perpetuating for eons.  Perhaps it's time to change that. 

Anyway, that's my feminist side who decides what is good in society and what is right.  It's not what my pink parts are saying.

They beg to be raped, to be used harshly without regard.  Don't beg me, or wheedle or any of those gross tactics, just order me on to my knees.  Just take me.  I'm already wet for it.  I won't resist because even if I don't want it right now, I am his to use. 

Within a consensual M/s relationship only, of course.     

Required disclaimer.

Yesterday I sure wasn't feeling the sexy.  I don't know why, I just didn't feel up to it.  Nevertheless, Master ordered me to get ready, wear something sexy and bring him some implements to beat my ass.   I wasn't very quick about it and he had to tell me twice and my not very slavey response was "I'm going, I'm going".   He pulled me over to him and corrected me.   "Yes, Master"  he made me repeat several times.  NOT "I'm going, I'm going" with attitude.


By the time I was back down and on my knees in front of him I did want sex, but I was still unsure about the beatings.  And I was afraid he was going to fuck my ass, which for some reason scares me more and more the less we do it.  I'm afraid my ass is very out of practice at getting fucked.

He used the cane and the riding crop on me, and also the wooden paddle.   He made me confess to wanting his cock, wanting to suck it.   Then he took me upstairs and fucked me on my hands and knees.  He flogged me and used the hard belt on me.  I was completely into YES with my entire body, by that time.   When he took me it felt so good.   

I definitely need this type of relationship, the kind where he just takes me and does what he wants.  The other kind, the regular kind that other people have, just doesn't suit me.  I need this.

Saturday Night Party

My cruel, cruel Master and his friend beat me last night.  And he (Master) tied me and our friend's slave together!  With nipple clamps....