New Whip and My Protector

Master and I went to visit Mystique today.

Mystique hat got a new whip, and it had been packed away in the dungeon during our Wednesday cleaning frenzy, but she wanted me to see it, so I went and brought it out.   It is a dragon tail type thing, but with two tails.  Very whippy!   She tried it out on me and it felt quite nice.  My little protector wasn't having any of that though!  

Max, her chihuahua/yorkie mix, 4 lbs of adorable fury, has decided that I am not to be beaten, whipped or spanked.  That is fine for other people, he doesn't care, but not for me.    I tried to explain that I was ok with it, but the little dog has his mind made up. 

Master tried the whip on me also.    Max did not approve of that either.  

The leash goes both ways

The other night I murmured, as I always do before bed,

"I'm yours, Master".

And he replied, as he always does,

"I know, slave". 

Then he added, unusually,

"I'm yours too". 

I thought about that a second, surprised, and asked,

"You are?"  

He replied, "Of course. The leash goes both ways".

It reminded me of this quote:  "No one chains a slave without chaining himself." -M. Gandhi

We are certainly tied together, even when he holds the leash and I'm held by it.   He leads and I follow, but we are still attached.

Happy

I haven't had sex since Saturday.  He has had sex, with my throat, several times.   
 I have been been thoroughly spanked with a wooden spoon twice and flogged, and last night he put clothes pins (did you know the under arm is a really painful spot for those?  I found that out now) on me and then smacked them off with the belt.   It is amazing to me how this makes me completely happy and sexually satisfied.   Sure, I still want the fucking, but I don't feel I need it.  I sure don't feel sad or neglected at all. 

Happy Wednesday Ya'll! 

Three Word Meme

1. Where is your cell phone? In my purse
2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? Master and girlfriend
3. Hair? Seriously needs help
4. Your mother? An amazing inspiration
5. Your father? Wandering the woods
6. Your favorite item(s)? Are all breathing
7. Your dream last night? Mostly about lambs
8. Your favorite drink? sweet white Russian
9. Your dream guy/girl? Of course, Master.
10. The room you are in? Cluttered computer/ toys
11. Your fear? death and loss
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? The same age :)
13. Who did you hang out with last night? kids and Master
14. What are you not? A giant Amazon
15. What's outside your window? snow, slush, greyness
16. One of your wish list items? Tractor and snowplow
17. What time is it? coffee drinking time
18. The last thing you did? read some blogs
19. What are you wearing? Robe, collar,  slippers
20. Your favorite book? Don't have one
21. The last thing you ate? hot spicy sausages
22. Your life? Crazy and surreal
23. Your mood? Relaxed, content, loving
24. Your car? soccer mom minivan
25. What are you doing at this moment? listening to music
 26. Your summer? reunion with relatives
27. Travel plans? Aspen, Twisted Tryst, Missouri
28. What is on your TV screen? all dark now
29. Last time you cried? Sobbing with pleasure
30. School? Yes, I went.

Going and Coming

Life is full of ups and downs, I understand that.  Lately many of my online friends have been saying they are going rather than coming. 

 What I mean by that is while they are still slaves, still bound to obey, to work, or clean, or whatever their dynamic requires, there is very little in the way of kinky fun times, or BDSM, that both used to enjoy.  Often they say they don't even miss it.  I don't really hear from the Masters, the ones who control the amount of kinky fun times,  because they aren't really in my friend circle, so I don't exactly know the reasons for this.   I suppose it is just the ups and downs of life that naturally occur, and it is coincidence when it happens to several friends at the same time.

The whole thing just makes me a little sad, not to mention a little guilty, that I measure "dry spells" in terms of days instead of months.   It also makes me fearful that I will be in that spot someday, of waiting months, and no longer even missing it.  

A Fantasy Story

He leads me to her appartment, and just before we step inside he blindfolds me.  I can't see even light and dark shadows, and the slight tremble of nerves in my stomach turns to a clench of fear.

She opens the door and I hear them exchange hellos, and kisses.  
I begin to wish I were getting a hello and a kiss, but at the same time it is exciting being something of an object that is dragged along as an after thought.   Master pulls me forward, leading me blind across the room.  He removes all but my bra and panties.  The blindfold slips down a little and I catch a glimpse of a brightly lit, spare and modern room.  He quickly fixes the blindfold and pushes me down into a chair.   He ties my arms and legs so I'm immobile and straps a gag into my mouth.  

I hear them talking and laughing a short distance away, then the rustle of clothes falling to the floor.  Slapping noises, more laughing.   They are having a good time and I can only sit, listen and imagine.  

Wet, squishy noises, moaning.

Master comes to me and removes the blindfold.  He kisses me on the head and tells me I'm his good girl.

He goes back to her, and she mounts him and rides him with abandon, her head thrown back.  She comes, moaning, and I squeeze my legs together,  desperately desiring to be touched, stroked, made to cum as well. 

He pushes her off, then takes her and fucks her from behind.  I think he is about to cum, but he pulls out, comes to me and loosens the ropes enough that he can push my head down to his cock.   The taste of condom is not my favorite, but I'm so turned on, so eager for his dick that I barely notice.  I suck him hard for as long as he'll let me, then he takes it away again.   I whimper.

He slaps me across the cheek, hard, and says "Patience, slut, I'm not done with her yet". 

He returns to her, delighting in her body, playing with her, stroking her.  He fucks her again, this time he finishes in her cunt with a shout.  

Afterward.   I'm am unbearably turned on from watching them.   He ties me again, this time standing, and brings the whip down on my back.   The pleasure and pain is excruciating.  She stands in front of me, holding and fondling me.   He whips on and on until I'm unable to hold back the waves of orgasm.  Lowered to the ground,  I lie at their feet as they dress and arrange the next meeting.  

Pillow Talk

Lying in bed last night was my first opportunity to tell Master all about the talk I went to yesterday.  He was doing other things so he did not attend with me.  He having a good time also.   I went with Mystique and some other friends, after Master dropped me off there at the coffee shop in Madison.  

After I told him all about what I had learned of Leather history, the subject of Gor came up because I had seen Tarnsman of Gor in the used book store at which we stopped on the way home.   I didn't buy it, and he wanted to know why not.   I said I was too embarrassed, and he said I should have told him, he would have bought it for me.  But I'm not sure I even want to read one.  I glanced through it and it looked pretty silly.   

Then he started talking about John Carter novels vs. Gor and the differences.   Somehow this led into him telling me I was nothing but three holes for fucking.  Then he said "This is getting you hot, isn't it?"

Before I could answer he grabbed me by the neck, pinning me to the bed and told me to cum, which I did violently.

"Now roll over and go to sleep, slut".