Being a Slave

This post was inspired by Tara's very interesting blog post here: Thoughts on slavery

My Master defines how my slavery will be.  That is what it is at the most basic level.  How I want things to go, how I want things to be, most of the time just doesn't matter.  Sure, I can give opinions and make suggestions, which he may or may not take into consideration, but how I am a slave, the things that I do as a slave and the ways that he treats me, that is all up to my Master.   He makes me and forms me to suit him, within the limits of my own personality.

 We interact differently now than when we were vanilla partners, when we were just husband and wife.  It is all very different for us with a power exchange in place, and it is much more satisfying and fulfilling for both of us.

It is not just about washing the dishes or housework or sex, although sometimes it is about the dishes.  Sometimes it is about sex, and a lot of the time it is about me kneeling at his feet sucking his cock while he watches porn and ignores me.  No one tells you these things about being a slave (except Kaya and her under-the-desk adventures) and maybe she and I are the only ones.  
But probably not. 

 It is about obedience, compulsion, being pleasing (for me), giving orders rather than requests, controlling rather than convincing (for him).  It is about not saying no, about never refusing (for me).   It is about being my Master, owning me, not letting me get away with doing those things or being overly sassy, about forcefulness, but also about kindness and understanding, mercy even; for him it is about getting into my head, demanding access to my thoughts and feelings so he can give me what I need to be a better slave, and so he can control me better. 

Housework?

The house is never spotless.  It is as clean as he demands, which is regularly cleaned but not obsessively cleaned.  I have a schedule that he gave me for various chores.  If he demanded cleaner, I would work on getting it cleaner. If he said all the dogs had to live outside so we wouldn't have fuzzballs all over, then that is what would happen.  If he banned clutter, then I'd probably die. (No, actually I'd figure out ways to get rid of clutter).    But I'm not and never have been an obsessive house cleaner.  I'd rather have dogs at my feet than no fluff.  If he's not complaining, then I'm ok with it.  For the record, I clean the house every day, but the dogs/kids make messes faster than I clean.  I can't imagine ever having baseboards clean enough to lick. Nor can I imagine any universe in which he'd see that they were dirty and make me lick them.  I do wash the baseboards, but not all that often, every other week probably, or if I notice they are dusty.

Meals?

Rarely fancy, but they are regular.  I am almost always the cook, and I usually cook from scratch.  I am required to have a salad ready for him every night, but most of the rest is up to me to decide.  I know his likes and dislikes pretty well.  I do not love to cook but I do love to eat.

I make breakfast for him unless he slips out of bed without waking me.  Maybe one day a week he makes his own oatmeal.  I enjoy serving him this way, even when I'm still groggy and stumbling about.  This morning I made sausage and fried potatoes with cheese and Tabasco for him.

I also get his lunch ready to take to work, or if he's home I make lunch.

Tea is very important. I almost always serve it to him, and the exact ways are prescribed. 

And I don't get to fuss or pout about ANY of it if he does these things for himself.  He's the Master, he decides. 

Sex!

I write mostly about sex and BDSM here so you all pretty much know how that happens.   It is always his way and about him, but one of his big enjoyments is seeing me in the throes of pleasure.  That right there is a power trip for manliness.  I call this a win/win situation.   

Orgasm control/orgasm on command is one of his favorite things to do to me.

He likes using all three of my holes.  The frequency of use is completely up to him, but it is generally 1. mouth 2. cunt 3. ass.

I think maintenance beatings and casual humiliations are a huge help in keeping me a happily willing slave rather than a sad and angsty one.  However, they are not necessary.  A very smart friend once told me "M/s and S/M are not the same thing, never confuse them." 

 I have found this to be so very true and helpful.   Still, there is something about pain that settles my mind when it comes from Master.  He can always tell when I'm getting that squirrelly/angsty "I need a beating" look around the edges but it is still up to him if he feels like doing it or not.  Often he does, or he feels like beating me even if I don't have that look. 

We are not monogamous.  I have no say over what he does with others, although he does tend to keep me informed on everything because he thinks it is better that way.  He also has all the say over what I do with other people.  So if he says "Do that with that person" and that person is willing, then I do it.   Sometimes he takes my feelings into account but not always.   

Micromanagement.

This is not his thing for the most part, although I guess it depends on what you compare us to.  Normally, I pee when I want. I go out of the house on errands without texting him (actually I can't text him because he doesn't carry a phone).   I do ask before going to bed, though, and before buying anything significantly costly.  I am definitely not allowed to bring any new animals home. I have to ask before masturbating if he is home.  If he's not home I get one freebie, but then I'd have to ask for more.  I rarely ask.  For some reason embarrassment still prevents me unless I'm getting desperate. 

My preference is always for more control, more management, rather than less, but as I said in the beginning, it is not about me, it is about what he wants.  

Rituals

I love these, and get very attached to them.  My Master is careful not to make so many that they get annoying or cumbersome for him.  Streamlined and simple is his preference.

Right now we have the before bed kneeling and waiting for him to get there ritual, and then in bed usually right before sleep, we have a quick ritualized discussion of whether I got all my shit done for the day.  

Usually the answer is yes, but if not then I might get a punishment.  Again, his decision.  I have the hardest time still with not receiving a punishment when I thought I deserved one, or with only receiving a light one.  I think I ought to be accepting of whatever he does, but this is very hard for me to get my head around.   It frequently leads to internal wrestling on my part.  If he asks me if I need a punishment, then my head practically explodes. I hate that.  But then I go back to "It's really not about me."  

That quick discussion is also the time when I'm supposed to bring up anything he has done that made it harder for me to be his good slave, any constructive criticisms I might have.  I can't even remember the last time I had anything to say on that.  It was a while ago.   

Recently he began leashing me to the bed at night.  I'm not sure if that counts as a ritual or not.  Maybe if one does it enough it becomes ritual?  

Feelings

I have to tell him how I'm feeling, even if I'd rather keep it to myself.  This doesn't mean whining or complaining though; there is a line there that I understand from experience.   That doesn't mean I'm always successful either way.  Sometimes I clam up.  Other times I am annoyingly whiny.  Slaves are human, what can I say?

Privacy.
  
Nope.  None.  I don't have it or need it.  I am owned, all of me. 







 

Home Again! Possibly going to Hell.

The last two Christmases we were not able to go visit our family, and the one before that we did make the drive, but ended up all getting sick and having a terrible trip.

It is a 9 hour drive to my parents' farm, and then another 2.5 hours to Master's Dad's house.  We took all the dogs (7 of them) with us.  I worried insanely about this for weeks, but it worked out ok.  It was cramped in the car, but we all survived.  

A few days before we left, one of the girl dogs came into heat.  Did I mention that I also have 4 intact males?  So, that was a complication, but that's what dog crates are for. 

This time, we were barely sick at all (except Master ate a few things that didn't agree with him and I had one morning of nausea which was probably due to nerves- it was the day we were heading home).

It was really nice and homey to see family this time of year, in spite of the difficulties of getting there.  We hiked in the woods, played board and card games, went to see the new Star Wars, and of course ate, and ate, and ate.   

There was basically nothing remotely kinky going on the whole time, except for Sunday morning when everyone else went to church and Master and I didn't.  We had a quickie in the shower, which left me super horny and frustrated, and then he beat me with the few toys we had packed, which got rid of all my frustrations and replaced them with a sore ass and a peaceful mind. 

 No, we don't believe in Hell, but if we did I'd say we're going there.  

Most of the little rituals we do at home we were unable to do on vacation, or if not unable, it just didn't seem to work out that we did them.  After a few days I started to miss that.   It's good to be back home and have things like kneeling before bedtime for ritual again.  

I was very happy to be in our own bed again last night, all leashed up.  

I hope everyone out there had a great Christmas!

 

How To Be Super Sexy, by me

Me:  I feel weak.

Master: You know what would make you feel better?

Me: A donut?

Master:  No. Clipping my toenails.

A few minutes later, pedicure accomplished, I lowered my head to kiss his feet, as one does.  I did not consider the trash can I'd been using for the clippings.  The trash can that was sitting right there with half a broken plastic coat hanger sticking out of it at an angle.  When I lowered my head my hair brushed up against the hanger, and using its amazing powers of tangle, my hair hung on to it with a death grip.

Master looked down at me.

I looked up at him as the broken coat hanger dangled off the side of my head like festively deranged antlers on Bride of Frankenstein.  

He laughed; I laughed.

Yup, that is how it's done.  All the sexy here. 

Week off!

My Master has the week off.   Yay for vacation!

My knees are weak, my arms are shaky, my ass is sore, and my lips and jaw are aching.  Yeah, it has been a good couple days. 

Yesterday we had a ton of errands to do, including getting to the Rudolph Cheese Factory a little after 9 am.  The place was absolutely packed.  Parking lot full, throngs of eager cheese buyers lining the few aisles.  Pretty much all they sell is cheese, other than a few sausages.  If I ever have doubted that I live in the land of cheese, I didn't yesterday.  The people were out for all their holiday related cheese needs.  I really wanted to do some Monty Python jokes, but it didn't fit because there was cheese of every kind, enough for everyone.  We got a bunch, including some fresh out of the vat cheese curds which were still warm and squeaky.  I ate some on the way home.  They are so good with that mouth watering texture!  If you are not from around here you probably don't know what you're missing. 

We also went out to lunch at a noodle place, and brought home some bao (steamed buns) for later.

It was a very nice day, wrapped up right at the end (before the kids got home) with some time for us to play.

He told me to go get my buttplug in, and then I sucked his cock and he paddled me. He sent me back for the misery stick.  Sometimes the sucking and beating was simultaneous, and sometimes he'd have me stand and bend over to whale on me a bit more.  He tied a tight chest harness on me, making my tits squished and popped out for extra sensitivity.

When he took me upstairs he used the belt on me, then fucked hard doggy style on the floor.  It was awesome and painful with the buttplug in.
Master let me come multiple times as I rode on top of him and used the vibrator.  He had me take out the plug, roll over and present my ass for his plundering.  I'd had a dream about that the night before, but this was much better. 

And still later than night was when he wanted the blowjob. 

Today, again, another knee trembler.  

He had me use the butt plug, and suck his cock for a very long time.  He ordered me to lie on the floor and play with myself while he kicked me or stuck toes against my cunt for me to rub on.  

I had, I don't know, half a dozen hard orgasms before he took me upstairs to flog me.  After the flogging, he turned me to face him and snapped the belt at me. I have marks now on my inner thigh and mound from that belt.  He put me over his knee and beat me with it the regular doubled over way.  I was so high by then, pretty deep in subspace, it all felt great.

I don't know what else he did, but there was sucking and fucking and beating for hours all together.

I was completely starved afterward.  

 

KOTW: Come Slut

At bedtime Master wanted a blowjob.  He was seated at the computer, watching porn, all but ignoring my efforts, seemingly ignoring me, anyway.  The way his cock responded I know I was making him happy.  This is what I am, just his hole in that moment.  A thing for pleasing him.  Being useful.

When he came he was standing and thrusting into my mouth as I knelt on the floor, and so deep down my throat I coughed involuntarily. His semen didn't all go smoothly down like usual, but went all over everywhere- trickling down his balls, down my chest, all over my face. I licked up the part of the mess that was all over him.   

The best part of all came when he looked down at me, stroked my hair and told me I was a good slave. 

The Kink Of The Week is come, or semen.   Part of the appeal for me is the dirty, messy and humiliating feelings. Being a disgusting come slut, having men come all over me is a favorite fantasy, bukkake, which I have never experienced due to safe sex concerns.  

But it is also like the frosting on a doughnut, although not quite as tasty (wouldn't that be great if it was? I would be a come-monster for sure then).  

My Master sometimes comes on me as I lie on the floor and that never fails to be hot, especially when his foot is on my neck.  I have a thing for subjugation. 

I enjoy the feeling of his come trickling out of my cunt, down my thigh.  Waking up with that feeling of having been used the night before, when I can still feel his come in my vagina, it reminds me of what I am.  Feeling it in my ass, as it was yesterday, is quite delightful as a sensation.  


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Rapey Goodness (again!)

Master had softened me up with the bamboo back scratchers first.   He beat me in time with all his favorite Christmas songs.   He slapped my breasts so hard I felt a little sick. 

Back scratchers, aka butt drumsticks

He flipped me on to my back and snapped the leash to my collar.

"You have no choice.  Tell me you don't want this. Tell me 'no'. Tell me I can't take you."

I said the things he told me to say, and also tried to push him away with my hands and hold my legs tight together.

He took my wrists and wrapped them in the leash.   I begged him "No, please, no, don't fuck me now, Master".  I'm sure I was really convincing (rolls eyes).  

"I own your cunt.  I'm going to use it, you whore. You are mine."

He plunged into me.  I was on the edge of coming, but holding off and waiting for his command.

"Beg me not to rape you."

I did.  

"Come now, cunt!"

 
 

Friday Night

After I wrote my blog yesterday when I was feeling good, Friday was kind of a tough day for me.  I got to feeling blue, and worrying about everything and nothing.  When Master got home I didn't get off the couch to greet him or to serve him or make his salad.   Finally I dragged myself into the kitchen to make his tea.  I started to feel better when he pushed me up against the counter by my throat and said I needed a beating for sure.  

He always knows how to cheer me up.

At bedtime I got a little spanking over his lap, and a flogging, then he switched to the misery stick.  And the evil back scratchers which hurt like the devil. I could barely stand that.  It seemed especially painful last night.  I'm not sure if that was my emotions, or how hard he was hitting with it, or if it always just really hurts.  Probably the latter, as it didn't get to be called a misery stick by being full of fun and happiness.

When he switched to his belt it was a relief.  I relaxed into the painful stings it left.  Then he put me face down on the bed for more of the painful stick, a wooden spoon and the paddle. He attached the leash to my collar, and fucked me and let me come, which was a great relief.   

Afterward we talked (even though I didn't want to) about all my various worries of the day.  He reassured me that he'd take care of me no matter what it took.  I love him so.  I also confessed my faults and failures of the day.  We have that little ritual every night, but usually I have nothing to admit. Usually he just tells me I was a good slave.  Last night I did, about falling down on my service through self indulgent couch-lounging.  I don't know if he will punish me, since last night's beating was for fun and maintenance, not punishment.  

Frustrated But Happy?

I woke up purely frustrated (sexually) but trying to pretend that I wasn't.  La di di, don't want to have sex, not turned on, not going to be interested at all... these are the lies I tell myself. 

My Master was about to get up when I asked him to untie me.  He did.  We got up.  I made his breakfast as usual.  He came down and ate it after his shower.  

When he went back up to get dressed I followed him, which I haven't done in a long time.  I got out of the habit because I didn't know if it pleased him or not.  Lacking feedback, and after receiving immediate orders to go back downstairs many days in a row, which made me think he didn't want me up there, I just stopped.  Maybe I was just being irritating following him around?  Honestly, a lot of my life is guesswork, trying to base my behavior on his reaction the last few times to what I did, trying to figure out what will please him, because he didn't tell me one way or another what he wanted.  I'm constantly searching for meaning or direction when maybe there is none.  Anyway, that wasn't the cause of my frustration, that is just something that was going on in my head when I decided to follow him upstairs once again.   

I was hoping for the chance to kneel at his feet, hoping not to be sent away.  He allowed me, and told me to remove my clothes.  He fondled my tits, then pulled my hair back and told me to come.  Without any recent orgasm, this was a big one, especially considering the complete lack of any touch to my nether region.  
I kissed his knee, kissed his feet, on fire with desire now.  Wanting so much more, this orgasm was not a release so much as a open door to more wanting.   He told me no more orgasms until he tells me I can.  No playing with myself.

I'm somehow frustrated but secure in his control.  Happy, but far from content. 


 

Retro Cunt

My Master likes my retro cunt.  


He's been making me practice saying that in perky tones, just in case anyone asks why it is so hairy.

Last night was all about him using me quickly.  I didn't even have an orgasm, which is practically unheard of here.  I'm sorta interested in having one now, but also a bit ambivalent, I don't know why.  

 

Fluffy Bunny Sex

Yesterday after he'd strapped my wrists and ankles into spreader bars and was in the process of beating the heck out of me, Master  commented "I only wanted the fluffy bunny vanilla sex today.  All this pain is for you, right?.....  Right?"

I didn't believe him at all, but in my predicament, I figured I should reply agreeably,

 "Whatever you say, Master". 

Whack, whack.

"OW".

"Right?" he asked again.

"Yes, Master."



 He was just teasing me, of course; he LOVED beating the snot out of me as much as I loved receiving it.
 

Seasonal Program

I had the BEST idea today.  Master was fucking me and I had clothespins attached all around to various places- my labia, nipples, even my chin.  I told him we should have little bells glued to all the clothespins!  Think how festive the sound would be!  I am now wondering how easy it would be to glue bells to clothes pins. 

TMI Tuesday: Computers

From this site:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2015/12/14/tmi-tuesday-december-15-2015/


1. Do you access the Internet on a your own computer or a shared computer?


I do not have my own computer.  This one that I use belongs to my Master.

2. Do you regularly browse web sites that you would prefer your significant other (or your mother!) not know about?


My Master knows everything about me.  He has access to everything so I have no privacy from him, not that I feel like I would want it.
  My mom?  No, I do not need her to follow my blog or see other websites I look at, yikes!

3. Do you have browser bookmarks for sites you would prefer no one else know about?


Yes, well, depends who we are talking about.  Vanilla friends or kinky friends?  The kinky friends, I wouldn't mind if they saw any of the websites I read, but not the vanilla friends.

4. Do you clear your browser history? If yes, how often?

Usually right before family comes to visit, just in case they would want to borrow a computer.  That's fairly infrequent.

5. Do you use “incognito windows” for some of your browsing?
No, I don't even know how. 

6. Do you overwrite deleted files?
No.

7. How often do you total shut down your home computer? Tablet?

Every night we try to remember to close it down.  

8. Do you have one or more pseudonyms that you use on the web?

 How many? What do you use them for?

Yes.  I have two pseudonyms, one for blogs and a different one on Fetlife.  They used to be the same name, but Master likes to change my Fetlife name sometimes.  Right now I'm twuntalope_ksst over there.
 
9. How many email accounts do you have? Why?

I have two, one for blogs and personal friends, and one for buisness/work related stuff. 

Bonus: Do you use any of the following sites? Which ones? What makes them work for you?
SnapChat, Chaturbate, OKCupid, Ashley Madison, Tinder, Down, 3nder, Pure.

Nope, I've never used any of those.  

Used Slave

Sometimes it is all about being used.  Being an object for his pleasure.  He uses my mouth, perhaps my cunt as well, but just long enough for him to get off.  He is satisfied, and I love pleasing him; I love seeing his contented smile afterward.  I'm just his holes, used holes.  I would like more, of everything, but it's not about me, is it?  Not this time.

Laughing

Master was caning me, and it was quite painful, which makes me laugh.  I know it sounds horrible, but it actually happens to quite a few masochists I know.  I have no idea why, endorphins or something.

 Master started encouraging me with this routine:

"Do find something amusing about my fwiend in Wome?"

"No, Master", with stifled giggles.

"My fwiend, Biggus Dickus"?  

More laughing.  Harder caning.

"He has a wife you know."

"Do you want to know her name?"

Stifled giggles.  Dancing feet.  Another hard whack with the cane.

"She's called Incontinentia.  

Incontinentia Buttocks".   

I'm dying!

It All Started...

The Implements of Doom:  leather strap, lighter, knife

 

It started with a kick between my legs.   I had been kneeling with my head to the floor when Master walked into the bedroom, came around behind me and kicked me.

"Get up, drop your robe, and grab your dresser", were his brief commands. Then once I was up, "Wrists". He tied my hands with the leather strap.

The floggers were first; they felt so good against my back.  He worked me over from shoulders to butt, then had me kneel again for some hard down strokes.  

He had me stand again, and switched to a cane, used very hard and painfully, so that my feet began to dance in place first, then to the side, away from the cane.  Master steadied me with his leg in front of me, bending me slightly over his knee, and kept going, commanding me to be still.  By the time he moved on to the misery stick I think I was getting a bit subspaced.  

Then the paddle, which proved me not so deep in subspace, because that sucker hurt!  After four or five hard blows to each side I was close to crying.  He grabbed my butt cheek hard, dug his nails in to the tender spots, and squeezed hard.  A painful ecstasy pushed me to the brink, just as the command came: "Come, whore!"

I got a few seconds to rest until I heard the snick of the new knife blade opening.   He traced across my back slowly and sensually at first, and then with quick stabbing motions that made me wonder when the blood was going to start flowing.  I know he must have been careful, probably not even using the blade at that time, because I wasn't cut up, but at the time my mind was playing tricks on me.  Not just my mind, Master was tricking me.  

He put away the knife and took the lighter around to my back instead.  I could feel its heat brushing me, and then the metal touched down.  I flinched.  A few more gentle brushes of the heat, and the dreaded clicking.  He made me close my eyes and lift my chin as he came around in front of me, clicking the lighter near my chest, just under my chin, near my face and my messily disarranged hair.  It was all I could do not to panic.  

Then he was done with the fire, telling me to get into bed and spread my legs because he was ready to use me for his orgasm.  He fastened my leash to my collar and ordered me onto my stomach. He spanked me again with the wooden paddle before telling me to raise my ass so he could thrust into me from behind.  My hands were still bound by leather strap.  He took the leash off temporarily when he was done and told me to go remove the strap and put on my wrist cuffs for the night.    When I came back to bed, he snapped the leash to my collar and I snuggled up against him, so grateful to be his and so grateful for this night.  



 

Getting Up, Difficult Decisions

Well, I undid my own leash today.  After several weekdays of being tied by collar and leash to the headboard (which I LOVE, beyond all bounds of how much it is reasonable to love something as simple as being loosely tied at night), of getting up at the same time as Master and him unsnapping the leash for me , I undid myself today.    Saturday morning he likes to sleep in, whereas I wake up early thinking

"Bathroom/coffee/bathroom/coffee/bathroom/coffee/bathroom/bathroom...". 

I waited for hours in the bed, quietly (ok, maybe it was not hours, but I couldn't see the clock and couldn't reach my glasses). It finally came down to waking Master up (forbidden), undoing my own leash (unsure if this is allowed) or making a mess of the bed (just gross). 

I chose unsnapping the leash myself, which I hope was the right decision.
I should find out soon enough. 

Leash

Secured.

How to Improve a Day

Yesterday was a pretty good day.  I spent it getting things done around the house, then Master came home really worn out and we watched some TV together.   

But that night he fastened the leash to my collar for the night.   
It gave me all the happy warm feelings to turn a good day into a most satisfying day.   I again had no trouble sleeping that way, and quite enjoyed the soft clinking the snap and ring made when I woke up and rolled over.  

When he unsnapped the leash in the morning it was just as delectable. 

Tuesday Sexins and Beatings

When Master got home this morning I was all ready for him- undercarriage washed, leather collar and cuffs on. 

 He quickly had me on my knees, worshiping.   After a short while he told me to go put in my butt plug, which slid in easily this time, and then back down to give his cock more attention.   A while later, he told me to fetch down the misery stick so he could beat my ass.   Which he did, as I was sucking.

He took me upstairs then, beat me more with that painful stick, and then a two handed beating with twin back scratchers.  Those things hurt.  I actually began to cry after a while.  A little more sucking, and then he got out the new knife, the one from the party.  He scratched all over me, gently, not to break skin, while I tried to hold really, really still, enjoying the sensations.  When the knife (or something cold and metal) was prying at my lower lips I felt a trembling and self destructive urge to thrust my pelvis upward to meet it.  I didn't.  I lay still, but there is no denying the urge was there.   

Instead, he took the knife away and began hitting my cunt and inner thighs with the bamboo back scratchers.   He let me orgasm, then got me up on my hands and knees.  He told me to tuck in my string (there is a string on the butt plug) and close my legs.  He flogged me then, going harder and harder, and moving through several positions until he was ready to send me to the bed. 

Master told me to get in bed, and he followed me.  He looped the leash that was still attached to the headboard around my neck, and put me on my side sucking him while he spanked me again, this time with the paddle.  He handed my my glasses and a book and told me to read.  It was difficult to keep reading during the paddling, but even more so when he rolled me to my stomach and fucked me from behind.  It was tight and intense with the butt plug in, but he forced me to keep reading sexy bits of the book to him, as he pulled back on the leash, reining in my neck, until the fucking grew violent enough that I just couldn't resist tucking my head down and letting the book fall.   

He moved me through several more positions before I ended up on top, having many orgasms, even one that was not commanded by him (oops).   

Walk in the Woods

In addition to the other events of Sunday, Master and I went for a walk and explored a new county park that just opened up down the road from us.  It is quite secluded way down by the river.  Mostly we just walked, but once he had me kneel and suck his cock.  Another time he had me bend over a large flat rock and he thrust against me without removing any clothes.  If it had been warmer, or if we hadn't just finished fucking, who knows what else would have happened??

Kinky Holiday Party

This weekend we attended a kinky holiday party.  It wasn't a play party, though a couple of people got spanked anyway.  Master came home with one of the gag gifts (not an actual gag)- a leopard print penis warmer, which is pretty hilarious.  And it won't be nearly as painful for me as the teddy bear paddle he originally unwrapped.

 I'm not sure where or why one would need to wear a penis 'n' balls warmer, but that scrotal frostbite can be a bitch.  So I've heard.

The gift exchange was one of those crazy endless stealing games.
 I ended up with a really nice knife, after lots of trading/stealing.

  Sometimes it is surprising what gets stolen.   There was a monster dildo that a new guy got, which ended up being stolen from him (you should have seen how happy he was about that!).  Once your gift is stolen, you can take one from someone else.

The baby Jesus butt plug was also stolen once.  Yes, really.  You can get your own sacrilegious sex toys right here:  http://divine-interventions.com/religioustoys.php.

 After the party, Master was exhausted and went straight to bed while I cleaned up the kitchen (wrecked while we were out!) and took care of the dogs.   

Sunday we had a delicious session of ass sex and leather strapping and orgasms.  Master took that leash that is still tied to the head board and looped it around my neck so he could partially strangle me while fucking me.  The best!  

Then we spent all afternoon doing Christmas cards together.  So wholesome.  :) :)  They are all done now, which is a huge relief off my mind.  Now I'm going to have to think about doing some Christmas shopping.  No, I haven't started yet, except for the things I bought for the kinky gift exchange.  





 

Leashed to the Bed

Master leashed me to the bed last night after he was done using me.  He put the wrist cuffs on me and had me get a leather dog leash.  He slipped the snap through one ring, then snapped it to the other.  It was very comfortable and comforting.  He's not sure if he wants this to be an all the time thing, or just on occasion.  I loved it.  This was a huge fantasy for me.  

Can you see my smile from there?  

My leash and cuffs:

In the morning he unsnapped it to release me.  I refrained from singing out "Free at last, free at last!" as that would have been unseemly.  (But funny.)

Shaved!

Master let me start shaving again, everything but my bits.

  

Nipple Clamps

Master did a little experiment last night to see if the nipple clamps hurt more when I had to put them on myself, or when he did it.

I checked with him first to make sure I could put them anywhere on my tit- yes, anywhere- and then clipped them to the skin near but not on my nipple.  That did hurt a lot less.  Then he pushed me down on the bed and fucked me hard, pulling the chain, and with all the bouncing and pulling it began to hurt a lot more.  He moved them to my nipples and it felt like the stings of a million bees.  By the time he got done fucking, bouncing, pulling on them I had tears coming.

He moved the clamp to the spot just above my clit, which also hurt, but not as bad as my nipples.  He kept on fucking me, pulling the chain, making me come.  An orgasm on top of all that hurts three times as bad.  At the same time it was the pain giving the orgasms more strength.  Feedback loop?  
 

Back

Sunday night I went to bed just fine.  I had a sex dream, about going to an orgy, and somehow twisted my back in my sleep, waking up to excruciating pain.   I didn't even get to join in because the back thing happened as I was getting ready for my dream-orgy and pain woke me up.   Master began to comment about my waking him, but when he realized how much I hurt he went and brought me some medicine.  I pretty much limped around all day through my chores.

It was a lot better by Tuesday and he was able to use me.  He flogged me hard as I knelt on the floor in front of him, once catching my asshole with a wrap (ow!) that made me scream. 
I went from not aroused at all to a complete dripping, moaning slut eagerly slurping up his cock in a few minutes.  


He had me fill my ass with the butt plug, sent me to the bed and he brought the magic wand and the dildo.   He filled up all my holes, fucking my mouth and my cunt, and using the dildo on the opposite hole.  It was quite delicious.   

I thought Thumper needs a picture here: