Thursday, August 10, 2017

Bang for the Buck

For $5 at Fleet Farm you can buy a lot of ouch.

My ass is still hurting this morning from Master's new favorite toy. 

I got the "Pancake treatment".  

 

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

TMI Tuesday: a little late

1. Can a penis be too big?


Yes. 

2. Can a vagina be too tight?



Yes.  I used to have that problem and sex was difficult and painful.  Sometimes it won't even go in if you are too tight.

3. Does playing with fake tits give you the same satisfaction and response as fondling real breasts?



I have no idea.  As far as I know, all the tits I have played with have been real. 

4. Fill in the blank: I prefer ____ over having sex.



Some days, I prefer getting a good beating over sex.  But usually I just want both.  It's not too much is it?

5. If a stranger offered you 30 USD to lick your boots or shoes, while you are wearing them, would you accept? If no, how much money would it take for you to accept the offer?


That is completely up to my Master.  If he said do it, I'd do it.  If he left it up to me to decide, I'd bargain for $50, maybe.  It doesn't bother me if someone licks my boots.   I had a friend do it once and she was super sexy.   A stranger, meh, maybe not so sexy. 

Other TMI posters are here:   https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/08/tmi-tuesday-august-8-2017/

Monday, August 7, 2017

Grand Opening

Saturday night Master and I went to the grand opening of a new kinky club.  It is a bit of a drive for us, since we live so far from anything like a big city, but it is so worth it!  Many of our friends were there, and it was just a great big old party.  


For most of the night I walked around with nothing on but my collar, chain leash and sandals, led by my Master. 

Master and I each had a couple scenes, together and apart, which I'm not really free to go into, but it was a ton of fun and I finished the night with many bruises and sore spots.   We also got to see people that we hadn't seen in ages, because they were coming in from all around for this event.  The space is excellent- so much room and good seating and visiting areas.  The only thing I could have wished different was some good places to have sex.   We didn't find one, so we ended up waiting until we got home for that.  

Sunday was a beautiful day.  I got up way too early, and later on when Master got up we went out with our Pokemon group to do some raids and take over gyms.  That was really great because Master caught TWO Moltres!  (I know, if you don't play the game this is meaningless, but this is a good thing in the game).  I'd been trying all week to get one.  Master and I have only one phone to share between us, and we share the same game account, so they are my Moltres too!  

Flaming Chicken of Doom!


After dinner we went over to Mystique's for our weekly Game of Thrones watching.  Wow, that was a good one for dragons.  

Hot dragon lady.

Altogether, it was a very fun weekend. 

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Sed Petrus, qui improbissimus erat

11
 Subtitle: Unexpected Directions
 
Master came into the room.  I was waiting on the floor.  He ordered me to get into bed and hand him a book of erotica so he could read a story to me while I sucked his cock.
He didn't get more than one sentence out about Father Dirrag, the naughty priest, before he changed his mind:  "I want to do that to you."
He had me get out of bed and kneel leaning over the chaise longue.  
He asked me if I was ready to repent my sins.  I replied, not altogether confidently, "Yes, Master?"
 
He had the cane in his hand and was soon making me sincerely wish to repent all my sins.
 
"Close your legs, slut!" he commanded every time my legs shifted around and began to spread.

 He first lectured me in English about sloth, greed and all the rest, and then he switched over to Latin.
 
In nomine Padre, et Filii, et Spiritus sancti...
 
He said a bunch of other Latin words that I didn't know after that.
 
But then I heard:

Sed Petrus, qui improbissimus erat,
usque ad hortum Agricola Gregorii
rectam viam fecit, et sub portam
subluctatus est!
When I recognized the often repeated lines from Peter Rabbit, my whole body began to shake with laughter.  He kept beating me. 
 I kept laughing.  

"Do you find something amusing about my Latin....?" he asked in his Monty Python voice.  

I laughed harder.  

Then he began to chant liks so:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9WoNSJwKXg

Whack! The end of each line was punctuated on my bottom.
 I continued to giggle despite the pain.

"You need to be more sincerely repentant."  He pulled me down off the chair and pressed my head to the floor with his foot. 

My ass was stinging and the laughter stopped when he got down behind me and took me with a great and painful thrust.  

I'm sure I shall go forth and sin no more (yeah, right!).

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Fantasy Story, continued.

The first part was here.

She stood in the corner, she wasn't sure how long, until her arms ached from holding them stretched out.  She could hear the tick of the clock moving above her head.

The professor sat at his desk, supposedly working, but now and then his eyes lingered just below the hem of her dress, or at her waist.  

When he crossed the room slowly, purposefully, she gave a relieved sigh.  He took the cane from her and she gingerly stretched her arm muscles.  He pointed to the desk and asked her to bend over it.  Her elbows settled on to the polished surface.   She glanced quickly back over her shoulder, then returned to the required position.

She felt a line tracing up the back of her calf as he used the cane to tease her.  It touched the edge of her skirt.  With a quick movement he brought it down on her thigh, twice, hard.  She winced and her knees gave a little but she didn't make a sound.  The cane resumed its slow upward tracing, lifting her skirt to the lower edge of her bottom.  The stifling warm air of the room was completely quiet.  She shivered.

His hands gently tucked the skirt up to her waist now, out of the way.  He resisted touching her bottom.   Instead, he gave it 10 more blows, quick and hard and by the eighth she was crying out each time.   

He lifted her upright and spun her around. 

"I have a surprise I think you will like, girl," he said, smiling.  "Or, if you don't, I know I will like it."

Then: "Take off your clothes".

She looked at the floor while she undid the small, white buttons.  He lifted her chin when she had finished and gazed hard into her eyes. She wanted to flee from his stare, wanted him then to chase after her and knock her to the ground, to pummel her.   He looked into her eyes with a nod and slight smile, knowing she wouldn't run.  Couldn't run, really.

"And your bra" he said, less gently than before.

She did as she was told, letting it fall to the side.  He shook his head slightly at this act of carelessness.  

He considered saving his corrections for another day, but decided it was best not to wait. 

"Pick it up and put it back on", he commanded, as she stared back with a mystified expression. 

When she had refastened the garment, he took a hard grip in the back of her hair and propelled her to the bathroom adjoining his office.   Through some freak of architectural history, it also included a shower, which is why he had particularly chosen to keep this office when others he'd been offered had much better views.  Showers could be so useful in his line.

She felt her body moved against her will.  Kicking off her shoes as she went, she was pushed to the bathroom and then down into a kneeling position in the dry shower stall.  

"You don't seem particular about the care of this bra, the way you tossed it on the floor, girl.   So you shouldn't mind what am about to do."  

He didn't make a move to turn on the water. 

 

 

Monday, July 31, 2017

Birthday Spankings

Saturday was my 46th birthday.   Master and I fell asleep at about 8pm.  I had to get up later to feed and let out dogs, so it was probably 11 when he woke up too and told me I still needed my birthday spankings.

He had me lie on the bed and got out one of the canes.  He tied my hands to the headboard with the leash and started up the ladder.  I guessed that he was going all the way to 46, and he did.  If you remember the ladder game, that's not 46 spanks.  It's a lot more.

That's 

one
one, two
one, two, three
one, two, three, four 

And so on, up to 46.  

It wasn't all on my ass.  He also did my shoulders, my tits, my cunt, thighs, calves and the bottoms of my feet.  It was a great night.  I think I should have lots of birthdays.  

Sunday he made me a cake, and we had cake, and then Game of Thrones and then wine and "Game of Bones".   

That's not us!  Obviously.
 

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Summer Morning Rituals

We have rituals in the summer time that don't come up most of the rest of the year.   The making breakfast part I do all year, but in the summer Master has me come out to open the gate for him as well.  

 This is the driveway gate, and it makes it much easier for him if he can just drive on through, rather than open the gate, drive through, get out and close the gate.  

I always feel a bit like I'm standing at attention.  Well, standing at attention while puppy wrangling, because little puppy, who is four months old now, hasn't learned to stay out of the way of the car and not run down the driveway.  So I go out in my bathrobe, catch puppy and put a leash on her. Then open the gate and wait for Master to drive up.  He always has me come to his window and kiss him goodbye.  He makes me open my robe and flash my tits.  Sometimes I have to jump up and down as well.  Then he makes me open the lower side of my robe and show him my cunt.  

Then we say goodbye and he drives off.  I shut the gate, release the puppy and run back to the house before I am discovered by the mosquitoes.   It's a fun little ritual, and I get to feel useful and sexy, but one that will end when school starts.

Bang for the Buck

For $5 at Fleet Farm you can buy a lot of ouch. My ass is still hurting this morning from Master's new favorite toy.  I got the &quo...