Sunday, July 23, 2017

I Don't Know What I Was Thinking

Instead of being in my spot on the floor, I was reading in bed last night.  I suppose I thought Master would be downstairs for a long time, and I'd have plenty of time to get ready.  

But he wasn't, and I didn't.   

I was startled when he came in, and started immediately feeling half guilty and half rebellious (what's up with that??).  I slunk down off the bed as he glared at me, and he asked me what I was doing.   I went to kneel on the floor but it was obviously too late for that.  I still felt like I should do it, rather than just lie insolently in bed.   He asked me if this was some sort of slave rebellion.  I wasn't sure, but when I didn't answer he took that as a yes.   

For punishment I had to lie on my back, he cranked my legs up high and hit me with the long wavy paddle right on the backs of my legs where it it most painful.  There were three sets of 10 each, except for once I was two wiggly after only four (it hurt a lot!) and he started over.   In the middle of it, he asked me if I'd been punished enough.

"Whatever you think, Master," I answered.  It's not up to me at all, of course.

"Good answer", he said.  And kept going.

Paddling finished, after one tummy blow, I was forgiven and we got down to the extremely pleasurable sucking and fucking parts of the evening.   

I am very thankful for this punishment, a reminder of the rules and how I need to pay attention to them and not get carried away by my own wants. 

Friday, July 21, 2017

True Love

...is sometimes in the form of a wall paper steamer.  Master brought one home last night, and we have been steaming up a storm since then.  The kitchen wall paper is coming down at a much quicker rate than before, and it does well on the leftover paste too.  

"Happy Birthday", he said.   Everything nice he does for me between now and my birthday is going to be given with a declaration of happy birthday, he said. Including my new car.  

Well, maybe not everything.  He didn't say happy birthday after taking me down roughly, putting the machete to my throat, forbidding me from making a sound and then fucking my mouth and cunt last night.  He got me on all fours and then kicked me in the ass and between my legs.   

True love also includes machetes and cunt kicks sometimes.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Belt Buckle

This is the belt buckle from this blog entry: 

http://slavetomasterblog.blogspot.com/2017/07/sexiest-words-ever.html

Master thought I should post a picture of it, so here it is:

It's very heavy. 





Tuesday, July 18, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Sexytimes!

1. For you, what is sexy time?

Any time we we are doing the sucking, fucking or beatings.

2. If your best friend asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?” What would you say?


Yes, my friends are sexy.  My best friend is my Master, and I think he's extremely sexy. 

3. If your Mom or Dad asked, “How’s your love life?” Would you answer? What would you tell them?


I'd say something simple like "It's good."  No elaboration needed! I can't really see them asking that though. 

4. A young 8-year-old neighbor asks you, “What is the birds and the bees?” How do you reply?


"That means how animals make babies".  Also, no need for elaboration unless they have more questions. 

5. What would you do if your lover’s turn on is your turn off?



I would do it anyway, because he wants it.  But I would also tell him it wasn't my thing, because he wants to know what I enjoy and what I do not, mostly so he can torment me with the ones I don't like, I think.  It is actually one of his rules that I must tell him. 

Bonus: What does it mean to be a man?


It means identifying as a man.  That's all.  I don't go for this whole "A real man does xyz or doesn't do abc..." load of crap.   

More answers for TMI Tuesday:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/tmi-tuesday-july-18-2017/

Monday, July 17, 2017

Sexiest Words Ever

Sunday morning I'm on my knees.  No, not praying, but worshiping anyway. 

When he says,

"If you don't start sucking better than that you're going to get the buckle end".

FYI, the buckle end feels a lot worse than the leather end.

About Saturday Night

We went to the geeky play party Saturday night to celebrate our wedding anniversary and had a wonderful time.  We started out with lying on pillows and cuddling, then Master wanted his feet rubbed.   I enjoyed doing this while I soaked up the ambience of many cuddling bodies on one hand and the beginnings of several scenes around us with floggers and electrical devices.   

As more people arrived, we went to look for games to play in the game room, and found a fun little non-kinky card game to join.

When we had finished a few rounds of cards, Master said it was time to beat on me, and I grabbed the bag and went back to the dungeon room.   He chose one of the few pieces of available equipment, a spanking bench.  He had me strip.  I pulled my dress over my head and put it to the side, also removing my glasses. I left my panties on until the last second, though I knew I'd have to lose those too.  I'm never sure if it is more a remaining modesty or just how much I love hearing him order me to remove them.
 (sshhh, slave secret!)

He told me to get on my collar, then he handed me the wrist cuffs and said to put those on as well.  He began laying out instruments as I worked on donning the cuffs.  

Master got the hood out and slid it over my head.  As he tightened the buckles and straps I felt myself slipping into a kind of altered state already.  He led me to the bench and I knelt on the padded kneeler, bent forward and held my hands out to him.  Master stretched my wrists even further and tied ropes to the cuffs to tighten me up.

He began with the soft floggers, which is an all over body massage feeling.  Intermittently he ran his hands slowly over me, over my back and behind, between my legs, checking to see how wet I was. He ran the leather paddle over my back; I could identify it by feel.

It cut sharply into my ass, over and over, until I was squirming against my ropes.  Then he switched back to floggers, I think the stingy ones this time, although events have all run together in my mind now so I'm not sure.   They fell hard on my ass, my back, my upturned feet, ankles and calves.  The flogged ankles were especially painful, feeling like fire raining down on them each time.  There was no where to go, however, I was tightly restrained so I simply accepted it.  

Master got out the wavy paddle, Kris, and rubbed it across my body.  I shuddered a little on the inside, knowing just what it would feel like, and how painful it would be in a second or two.  At the same time I wanted the pain.  It was painful, and I struggled more against the rope, and the first whimpers began to be forced out of me.  I'm not sure why I'd been uncharacteristically quiet, but it might have been the effect of the hood making me feel disconnected from everything around, even partly from myself.  Plus, floggers and leather straps just aren't as painful to me as that wooden paddle!  He fucked me with his fingers until I soaked the towel he'd placed beneath me.

By the time Master untied me and removed the hood I was quite wobbly. He had me sit on the bench and he flogged my front as well.  Then he had me spray down the equipment while he went to get a bed ready.


He sent me over to the mattresses.  There were people on each side, on other mattresses, no more than a couple feet away, probably already fucking although I couldn't see well without my glasses, and I could not tell who they were.   

I was shaking all over in reaction to the beatings, but I lay back and waited for Master.   He fucked me until the shaking stopped and then fucked me some more.  

By the time we collapsed in a heap on the mattress almost two hours had passed, most of that with beating and flogging.

We rested a few minutes, put our clothes on and then went to get snacks.  I drank almost a whole bottle of water in one gulp.  This time, no dehydration issues and no subdrop, so that was good.  It was a wonderful night for me, and a perfect anniversary celebration. 










 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Fantasy Story

This is one I made up:

He was just finishing up some work at his office.  The sun came in low between the blinds and shone golden on the rows of books across from his desk.  He looked fondly at the leather bound classics and wondered if he should run out for a quick coffee on his way or just head home.   

A hesitant knock sounded on the door.  He crossed the room and opened it to find a young women standing with a sheaf of papers in hand.  She fidgeted from one foot to the other as she began, 

"Professor, I apologize for my late paper.  I know it was due Monday, but I just finished it now."  She held out the papers.

"I have no excuse.  I am prepared for my punishment."

He smiled darkly.  She was about 5', maybe a little more, slim yet soft all over.  She wore a thin, white blouse that was unbuttoned at the top and a fitted skirt.  His eyes traveled down her hips and bare legs to her black heels. The ankle straps of her shoes gave a suggestion (maybe just to him) of bondage.

She looked down in embarrassment.

"Come in" he said, taking the proffered papers from her hand. 

"Stand over here now, girl", he ordered, indicating a corner of the room.  

He stepped behind the desk, having no doubts about her doing exactly as he said, reaching for the long hanging curtain, for what lay behind it. 

When he returned to stand in front of her, he carried a dark cane of about 3 feet in length.  

"Hold out your hands."

Her trembling palms were raised in offering to him.  Her face was turned away, ashamed.

He balanced the cane on her palms carefully and told her sternly,

"Now stay like this, and think about how you can better manage your time for the next writing assignment so as to have it done on time."

"Yes, Professor," she replied.

He knew she had expected to be struck.  They all did expect that.  Her body trembled with the need for it.  But he preferred to make her wait just now.  His thoughts of getting coffee or going home had vanished.   It could be a long night.  His eyes glittered. 



 

I Don't Know What I Was Thinking

Instead of being in my spot on the floor, I was reading in bed last night.  I suppose I thought Master would be downstairs for a long time, ...