New Whip

A few weeks ago I posted this:

At The Hardware Store

Yesterday I finally got a chance to make the whip, since Master fixed the computer to make it play videos again.  

It was fun and easy to make, and here is the finished product:

It cracks like a champion- that class Master and I attended on whips at Tryst really paid off.   I spent quite a bit of time out in the yard with it yesterday making cracking noises, scaring the dogs (they hate that sound) and taking leaves off the lilac bush.  I hit myself accidentally with it a few times- I had a bit of a mark up the side of my face that faded.

Master tried it out on me this morning, just (relatively) gently because the bedroom is a bit too small for full out swinging.   But if he threw it underhanded it hit me just right.    I have a few little red stripes, but no major damage, and no broken nik naks!   He says the accuracy is good- it went where he aimed just about every time.  

Now on my list of things to ask Master if I can buy is this:   

Whip it towels

Aren't they cute?

Perfect Submission

There have been a few posts here and there recently about what perfect submission looks like.  I know, I know, none of the real people I know have this elusive thing called perfect submission all the time.  The realists don't even aspire to have it.   

I'm not a believer in perfection, really, for anything.   

But every now and then I think of what perfect submission would look like to me.  Even more rarely, I feel that I have achieved it for a brief moment. 

Here is a moment from my morning.   

I woke up horny.  It was 5 am, and all I could think about was wanting him.  I lay next to him for an hour since I'm not allowed to wake him up.   When the alarm went off I reached over and snuggled up to his back.  
In a minute or so he told me to get up and make his breakfast, since he wanted another half an hour of sleep.   

"Yes, Master".   There was no begging, no pouting, no moan of wishing and wanting.  All those things flashed through my head in an instant, but the next second the only thing I wished for was for him to have that extra sleep, and to get things ready for him.  

I got up and made breakfast, got the older kid off to school and everything was ready when Master came downstairs.   

That's as close as it gets for me.  

Picture

From last weekend...

Forever

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Synch

We stood in the hallway, simply chatting with a group, when Master for some reason (does he need a reason?) told Scott he could smack my boob.  It is dangerous being surrounded by sadists.   Master held my arms behind my back (what, I'm going to run away?  I was backed into a corner of the hallway already).  I think he just likes restraining me.  

Scott raised his arm with a look of utter glee and smacked the heck out of my right breast- just once.  I still have the outline of his fingers there, faintly, but still there. 

Then Master said to Sassy "Symmetry is important, why don't you do the other one?"   Scott took hold of one of my arms, and she did a hard smack. Then she got a tip from Scott on how to smack someone harder and more often without making your hand hurt (sadists sharing tips- very scary!).  So she did it again, harder this time.  I still have a bit of bruise from that also.

The worst (best?) part is after the knee weakening pain faded, the good pain came in, and I felt this big old smile spreading across my face. For some reason this is faintly embarrassing when it is pointed out to me that I'm enjoying it. 

Master smacked me a few times then, just for fun, before someone helpfully (!) got out the road rash paddle, made from stair tread with a handle, and he smacked my ass with that a bunch, first lightly and then working up to worse and worse.   It is an arm saving toy, because it causes a lot of hurt with little effort.

Later in the evening, it was time to play on the cross.  He tied my arms, with me facing the cross, and began to flog me.  For some reason, and this happens sometimes, we did not feel in synch.  Every blow either felt too soft or too hard. 

 I wasn't reacting the way he wanted at all and he paused several times to ask me if I just wanted to go to bed.   This made me very upset, because I couldn't stand the thought that he wasn't enjoying himself and wanted to quit.  Even worse was the thought that he'd only do it for me.  I wanted this so badly.    I started crying, and couldn't get the words out to explain why.   When he asked again if I wanted to stop I begged him to keep going.  He said he wasn't going to hit me again unless I stopped sobbing. (Messed up masochist logic going on here, eh?).  I got myself under control and he used the cane,  and the leather slapper on me, and the synching up was starting to happen.   When he used the wooden paddle I started a little bit of the good kind of soft sobbing.

  It was feeling really good when he untied me and took me down.  I begged him to use the whip on me. 

He made me stand up against the wall on my tippy toes and began  whipping.   Yum!   Every time my feet started to lower to be flat on the ground he hauled me up on tip toes again by the nipples until I figured out (duh) that he wanted me to stay on tip toes.   He turned me around and did the front too, although much softer than the back.  Until he whipped my cunt.  It is impossible to do that soft enough. Ouch!

Then he led me over to the couch (I hadn't realized we had an audience) and after checking to make sure it was ok, pushed my head down into kaya's lap and made me raise up my ass so he could whack it some more.  At this point I'm not sure anymore what he was using, the whip or something else, but it was all around wonderful and painful.  Then he told me to cum, and that is when I goo'd on the carpet (blush).   See the picture below for my approximate position.   

I expect a prettily crocheted marker there saying "Ksst's Goo Spot" next time we visit.

Also, I am absolutely positive Master asked if he should get me a towel first, before making me come, and kaya said "No, it will be fine" so it is all HER fault.  :P  

Demo by Scott

Saturday night we had an awesome time!  There is so much to write and it is so hard to know which details to take out or leave in.

Kaya said after being gagged with Scott's fingers ("Imagine this is a cock") and choked nearly out the rest of their scene was a blank.  To fill in that blank- 

First he had her on her knees in the center of the garage.  There was a little crowd gathered at one side to watch.  Some watchers had taken up more comfy spots on the dog beds (these were the dogs' actual beds).  

He undid her handcuffs and explained the signal she had given for "These are hurting in a bad way" which I certainly missed, as it was subtle, but they have an intricate and beautiful dance of communication which is fascinating.  He explained that it was still up to him if he wanted to be a bastard and leave them on a bit longer, but he chose to take them off for her.   

Scott put on vampire gloves and ran his hands up and down her body.  It looked tender and soothing, but vampire gloves have spikes, sharp spikes, sticking out.  I'm not sure how painful/ scratchy that was.  I know from experience it depends on how much pressure is applied if it feels like a nice back scratch or a lot of sharp owie things running over your skin.  But when he started spanking her there was immediately blood in pinpricks all over her butt.   There was little doubt how that felt.

That didn't last long, before he went and got the so-called "attitude adjuster" paddle and spanked her with that.  There was more blood smeared around everywhere. 

He also used a single tail on her, either before or after the vampire gloves (my dang fuzzy brain).  It was after the handcuffs were off.

During the whole breath play demo (I call it a demo because the whole time Scott was talking to the audience about what he was doing and why he was doing it, and what signal kaya gave to let him know- "Hey, I'm panicking here!") my Master was standing behind me, alternating between squeezing me by the base of my jaw, which is the safer way to do a choke-like hold, wrapping his arm around my neck in a sleeper hold, or just pinching off my nose and mouth with one hand.   This makes my eyes fade out, so I didn't really see all of everything.  I was mainly thinking about not being able to breathe, and how wet that made me.    

Oh, and my take-away message from this demo?   The way to solve the problem of gagging while deep throating is to declare it not a problem but a bonus feature and simply gag all over the place.  Good to know I'm doing it right! 

Sunday Morning Whores and Prayers From the Wicked

Warning:  If you are a devout anything you will probably be offended by this blog.

I was going to finish writing up Saturday night's activities, but Master wanted me to skip ahead and write this, and he's the boss. 

Sunday morning dawned bright and early (well, rainy, windy and early) with a giant cat brushing against my hand and then leaping on to the bed next to my head.   Kitty (Dracula is his name) then curled up next to my feet and we both went to back to sleep.  
I woke a short time later and listened for signs that the house was stirring.  When I was sure that people were up, I got up, showered, got dressed in a long skirt and blouse and went to the kitchen to search for coffee.   Scott pointed me to the cups and I began to revive somewhat to a state of  somewhat less zombiefiedness.   

A bit later Master came to the kitchen and told me, while shaking his head disapprovingly, that I was wearing way too many clothes. 

 I had my apron on, for helping with breakfast.  
 I removed everything but the apron.   

Kaya made sausage gravy while I worked on some biscuits, then when it was all ready she asked if they wanted to eat by the TV or at the table.   Scott told SassyMistressV she should choose, and she said we should all sit down for a meal together.   

We sat at the table.  Master and I were holding hands.  Then Scott and Sassy were holding hands, and beckoning Kaya into the circle.  Scott asked my Master to say the blessing.  I was somewhat startled, not really knowing the religious inclinations (or not) of everyone present, but Master, like the Methodist preacher's son that he is, launched into the exact sort of prayer that his dad would say, has said, at many meals.  With a twist.

With bowed head, I listened.

"We thank you God, for what we are about to receive, for this food, and these friends, and the hot kinky sex and the fantastic fucking that we have had and for that which will soon commence.  O Lord, we give thanks to you.  Amen." 

Some may have looked around for the lightening bolt to strike, but I feel God has a sense of humor.  I mean, just look at us.

Then Master, to be all inclusively blasphemous, said in Arabic the Muslim dedication to the faith, which I do not know by heart and thus cannot write for you here.   I don't think he knows the Arabic for "hot kinky sex", but with him, I wouldn't be too sure of that.

It was all delicious, and soon enough we had finished digesting enough that it was time to play again.  

Master had promised Sassy an hour with me, of whatever she wanted to do to me, and then they thought it would be fun if I were to blow him at the same time as she was beating me.   I got my blanket to kneel on (to protect the carpet), and got between his legs as he sat back on the couch.  

She started slowly, and I'm not going to remember everything in order, that is too much to ask, besides I did not see all the implements, but whatever it was (cat toy?  lunge whip?) felt nice and swishy.  There were floggers, both the butter soft deer hide called "Heaven" and the plastic wire or spline flogger called "Hell".  She alternated in a most delicious manner between the soft and the stingy, then switched to wooden paddles.   Those make me jump about, twitch, shift my feet, try to avoid the pain, whine, yip and finally sob.   I don't know what it is, but they are special that way.   I did all of that while she ordered me back into position repeatedly.  Now I was standing bent over, but I could not do it straight, there was far too much shifting about of my feet.  

Meanwhile I was being gagged and choked and periodically held down on Master's cock until I couldn't breathe, then allowed up to gag some more.   

Then I began laughing.  Laughing with his cock in my mouth.  Laughing as she ordered me to stand correctly and be still.  Laughing as if the whole world were one big joke as the paddle stung my ass and made me sob/laugh/gag on cock.   

It was brilliant. 

Behind me I heard Sassy begin to whale on kaya, who was providing the same service to Scott that I was doing for Master.  Master ordered me to go watch.  I straightened up, wiping my bleary face and stumbled over until I could get a good view.   

After checking with Scott, Master ordered me down on my back, under kaya, ordered me to lick her.  Complicated emotions ran through me.  Excitement being number one.  But also:

"Is this ok? Will she like this?  Scott says yes, it works for him, but what will she think?"  
Yeah, that stuff matters to me, a lot.  Does it matter to the men?  Not much, I guess.   But I didn't have time for those questions, I only had time to obey.  

I slid underneath and did my best to arouse and please.  I could tell I was doing ok when she began to tremble and beg Scott to allow her to come.  God, that was hot.  
 Meanwhile, Master slid into me, fucked me and Sassy beat my outer thighs with a wooden paddle.  This left the biggest bruise of all and hurt so bad I begged her to stop.   

"No! Don't! Stop!" evidently means "No, don't stop!" in some languages.   

At some point I overheard Sassy dubbing this the "Sunday Morning Whores" show.   When she wished there was a boy to beat, my Master told her she could hit him with the soft flogger, and she did, as he was still fucking me.   And he liked it!  Of course, that deer hide flogger feels GOOD, I don't care who you are!   

I couldn't really see anything, with my view entirely blocked by lovely cunt, but I could hear.  

We switched around again so Scott could take her doggie style, and again I was shoved underneath, so now I had the up close and personal porn style angle on the fucking.  Woah.  Never done that before!  Besides, the hairs on his balls totally tickled my nose when I went in for some more cunt eating.   Kaya was laughing at something Sassy said, and that started me in laughing again, especially with my nose getting tickled.  Cumming, laughing, cumming.  Oh yeah. 

There were hands all over.  I had to ask Master later whose hands were where, just out of curiosity, because even when Sassy was ordering me to open my eyes (I guess I had shut them) all I could see was super hi-def intercourse.  

Master fucked me some more in that new position.  It felt so good!  I had a different man's hand on each boob, twisting and pulling.  I couldn't tell which was which- they were both strong, hard and pain inducing. 

I have no idea how many orgasms we had between us, but there were a BUNCH.   I love listening to Kaya beg to cum. Love it!  

When it was all done I lay, puddlified, for a long time on the floor next to Master.   I asked to be allowed to get a shower eventually, but my legs were so wobbly I gave up the idea of walking and began crawling to the bathroom.  Master half carried me and showered with me, to make sure I wouldn't fall.  Isn't that sweet?  

We really should do this more often, ya know?      

Sunday morning whores, indeed.