Getting Ready

This morning Master wanted to be out of the house in good time, so
I got up early, got the animals taken care of, including triplet lambs that were born last night, and made breakfast, got my shower etc.

Then I was trying to decide what to wear and asked him if he would look at my outfits.   He said sure, right after I fuck you.  

A hard paddling, whipping and fucking ensued, and when I was collapsed on the floor in a puddle of happy goo, I asked again about the outfit.

"Oh yeah, that one you had on looked fine".  The one which was now in a heap on the floor.

He told me to thank him for being his used fucktoy, and I did, most awfully gratefully.   I've been thinking about how good it was all day, in fact.

I washed up, got re-dressed and we still made it out the door in good time.  

He drove me down to Madison to hear a lecture topic on Leather history, which was interesting.  I didn't know much about it, but was curious. 

Not Complaining

BUT

I'll just say that I am not a big fan of teasing and denial.

Really. 

Ok, I may be complaining a teeny bit.

Sex, Tipping Point and Blogging and Stuff

There is a lot of stuff that goes on here, in our house, in my brain, on the internet,  that I just don't have time to fully write out in the blog.   Or maybe I just don't have the inclination.   Not every single thing that happens is worth writing into a full story.  I'm sure that happens with all bloggers.

Today we had some of the hottest sex in recent memory, but damn if I can remember a thing about it.  Certainly not enough to blog about it.  There were clothespins involved.  There was a little pain, not a lot.   There was a Hitachi magic wand (I love that thing- it is magic! Just like the name! )
There was breath play.   Slapping. A whole lot of fucking.   It was just very, very fine.

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Master went to visit Mystique and I stayed home.

  I had a very long computer chat with a friend who is a slave.  I've never met her in person, but we have Skyped, and we chat all the time.  She has been a slave about the same amount of time as me, a little longer, and her dynamic is somewhat similar, not exactly the same of course.   We are each others "go to" person for problems.   I always talk to Master first, but he sees things from a Master perspective and sometimes I need help from a slave perspective, so I go to her.   This week it wasn't me having trouble, it was her.  So I did my best to give advice, and hope that it works out for her.  I'm not all knowing, but I do have a lot of opinions!   

Some day I'm going to drive down and meet her, since it is not the other side of the world from me.  A day's drive.  I even have permission. 

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Last night, what do I say about last night?  It was one of those tipping points.  You know, where something could go either way and either way seems fearful, but afterward it is all relief and happiness.   It helped me grow in confidence and trust as his slave. 

See, last night I didn't want the belt.  He said he was going to do it, but I was scared.   I told him this, and he did it anyway, and not just the belt, but the other strap I hate even worse.  
I reminded myself that I'm the slave, and this is what I do, one of many things that I do, and I made it through without trying to make a run for it.   Afterward I was full of all the warm fuzzy happy endorphins that I thoroughly enjoy, and we snuggled into bed.    

I am so grateful to him for this.    
 
   

  

Making Master Happy

Him:   I'm feeling blah.

Me:  I know, how about ...( mimes BJ)?

Him:  Maybe later.   I think it would be more fun to snap some clothespins off you with the belt.  Come upstairs.

Eeek?

We head off upstairs, to a very chilly bedroom and I reluctantly strip out of my warm clothes.  

He positions me and fastens clothespins to my arms, outer thighs and two on the inner thighs.  They do smart a bit, in a pleasantly painful way.

He has me turn my back to him and snaps the belt a few practice shots, hurty enough to make me wince.

Then he takes out the clothes pins one by one with the belt snapping. The first one on my inner thigh is completely snapped in half.  The second one on my inner thigh comes off unbroken and the belt has left a welt.    After a few more solid whacks on my backside, just for fun, and he puts the clothes pins back on, turning me to face him this time.

I close my eyes, but he orders me to open them and watch.  
Snap, one pin gone, snap, two gone.   A few more blows to my thighs, stomach and arms. 

Then he steps back and tells me to spread my legs.  The belt snaps in the air.  Right there.

Him:  I'm just half a step too far back to reach you now.

A couple more snaps in the air.

Him:  But you know what I'm doing now?

He steps foward half a step.

Me: Yes, Master.

       Him:  This one is going right to your cunt.

He makes as if to snap it but instead gives me the command to cum.   I start cumming hard and just as my knees are collapsing he steps forward to catch me. 

Now that is romance!  

He is all cheered up now, too. 

Dead Woodchuck

Unlike this woodchuck, my love for you will never die. 

...is how NOT to make a romantic gesture.  Unless you mean love coupled with implied threat.   

So that was a classic Dilbert comic strip, but in life imitating art, in Our Town newspaper, in the police report column this week, this noteworthy event was printed:

At 9:34 pm Friday an employee at _____ reported someone left a dead raccoon next to the boss's car with a threatening note.
 

I get more laughs out of the police column than the funnies most weeks. 

 

How To Have Fun

Items needed:

1 slave
a bunch of clothes pins
1 belt
1 hood

That's all, now you can have endless fun if you are inclined that way.

Attach clothes pins to various bits of slave- pussy and nipples are especially good attachment places.  Put the hood over her head, or a thick sweater if you don't own a hood.   Use the belt to see how many pins you can knock off the slave.   No need to put on music, it will be provided by the slave's fearful/painful whimpering.

Funishment Part II

I have decided to stop having such conflicted feelings on funishment (yeah, I'll let you known how that works out).   If it makes it more fun for him, then I am willing to be all about pleasing him.  

Especially if there are spankings.  :)