Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Knives

Kneeling on the floor, a towel protecting my knees, I was eager to get started.  I had one eye on the large, sharp butcher knife Master had placed on the cutting board at the kitchen table.  My ankle cuffs pressed into my skin in a comforting way as I knelt.   He told me to get started, pressing the tip of the knife into my neck.  It is necessary to be vigorous and yet cautious in such circumstances.  



Another day, it is his short sword, also known as katana.  As I lie on the floor the the tip touches my chest, right at the sternum.  My heart responds, as does my swelling cunt.   The heart rate increase, understandably due to fear.  The cunt?  Traitorously lubing now, becoming excited at the thought of rape and mayhem?   Hard to say why.   But it does, and when he slides into me, with the sword at my neck, again I'm struggling to hold back any vigorous movements that may injure me, striving to be still and accept his plundering attentions.  When he tells me to come I can't help myself, regardless of my attempt to be still and avoid injury.   It is only a small orgasm, this time, because I'm afraid.  When he puts the sword aside and slaps my face, hard, over and over, on both sides, sometimes with a backhand, I am driven to a sexual frenzy and I come with abandon.  




Monday, September 18, 2017

Negotiating Play Questions


1) Soft/Hard limits?


My Master does not let me do (receive) ass play with people other than him.  Hard limit, unless he tells you otherwise.

Use condoms for PIV.

Blood play, my Master will probably not allow.   A little incidental cut from cane, whip or other implement is fine.

Breath play, you should ask him first.  He has okayed this for very few partners.   

My Master requires a safeword system to be in place when I play with others, and it is RED, which means stop and check in.  YELLOW means please switch to doing something else.   I have very rarely used either of those.

2) Medical conditions I should be aware of?

My back cannot tolerate certain positions on certain days.  This is mostly an issue with face-up suspension, but I will definitely speak up if I need to change positions at any time.
 

3) Sexually Transmitted Disease/Infection Status?

I get tested a couple of times a year for everything (Chlamydia, HIV, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, HPV, Hepatitis) but herpes.  If you don't have herpes (are you sure? Have you gotten tested? 80% of adults do have some form of herpes and you can get 1 and 2 in either location, oral or genital, and you may never have had a symptom) then you might want to take precautions. 

Condoms are a must for me, for PIV.  Not a must for oral- this is a risk my Master is willing to take. 

4) Body areas to avoid hitting and/or off-limits?

None, use normal caution around joints and such.  But if you bite my stomach without using restraints on me you may get punched. Sorry, not sorry.

5) How long do you typically scene?

Usually not long enough.  Time flies when you are having fun!
 I like to be a puddle of exhaustion afterward, so if you have the energy, go for it.  My longest have been several hours and the shortest, a couple of whacks (I don't even know if that counts).

6) When was your last scene?

Probably not very long ago.

7) What are your aftercare needs?


I can usually ask for what I need, this is not a problem for me, and it varies.  Possibly a blanket if it is at all chilly, and some sitting down time.  If you would like to cuddle, I enjoy it, but if not, my Master can take over there.  After a bit of rest, a drink or a snack might be good.  If the play was fairly short or light, I won't need anything.

8) Triggers?

Biting my stomach can trigger punching.  Or crying. Or both.

If you try to make me switch (to being dominant/topping you), that's a scene ruin-er for me.  It makes me very uncomfortable.  My Master can do it because he owns my ass and doesn't mind making me uncomfortable, but if others do it they run the risk of me never wanting to play with them again (not that I always get a choice!).

9) Words to especially use or avoid (slut/whore/cunt/bitch)?

I can't think of any words that are really bad for me.  If you call me Mistress you better be joking.  Because I will laugh.

I am sensitive to harsh criticism.  If you tell me I'm not doing well, I will feel bad and have even cried if I thought the person was serious and not just doing "scene talk".  I'm not saying it is a no-go area, but I am mentioning it just to make people aware of what may be my reaction. 


10) Marks (bruises, semi-perm, perm)?

Yes, please.  Talk to my Master first if you want to do anything that can't be covered up (such as to my face).  I don't know if he will allow that or not- it is doubtful.


11) What specifically do you want to experience?

I go into subspace fairly easily and I LOVE it, so that's always fun.  
In terms of specifics I like to do what pleases the person I'm playing with.  I love them to direct where we go and what we do. 
 I do not like to specifically direct things; having to do that would make play unappealing for me.


12) What are your longer-term, bucket-list items?

Heh, I don't give that out to just anyone, sorry!  

13) Anything else you want to add or let me know?

I enjoy fear play and humiliation.  I enjoy "force" or rape play.  I have an easy time doing "willing suspension of disbelief" in a scene.  I love being restrained.  Knives are hot. 

 I enjoy sex with my play, and basically all types of play feel sexual to me even if we aren't touching bits.   I like to be made to do things I don't really like, just because my Master or someone I am playing with wants them. It feels humiliating to me, but in a very good way.   I like to be objectified a LOT.  If you talked only to him as if I weren't there in negotiations, this is a major turn on for me. 

I squirt a lot in some circumstances. You may need a towel/tarp/blanket.  I orgasm easily and on command.  

If you hurt me too much I may get the urge to fight back. I will try really hard not to do so unless you like that sort of play (just tell me).   I will feel bad if I have to safeword.


14) Bonus Question: How do we know when it's over?

When you are done.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Let's Do It

Some musical accompaniment for my blog: Let's Do It


Our good friends T. and W. came to visit because he (T.) was speaking at a local group.  They stopped by here to pick me up, then we went over to Dr P.'s house to pick him up, then on to the munch.  Master drove separately because he was working in the morning nearby there.   They were all introduced here: Cast of Characters.

Before anything started I selected a seat on a bar stool next to W. so I could chat with her.  We were behind and slightly to the side of the table T. was sitting at.  The other chairs and the small audience were all arranged in front of the table.  I sat quietly and listened, knowing that Master and T. had talked about me being one of the demo subjects for the first talk (knives).  I wasn't sure if I should stay in my seat of go sit with the rest of the audience.   Eventually Master arrived after getting out of work, and I slipped off my stool to join him at a table.  A few minutes later T. walked toward me purposefully with a long curved knife in hi hand.  He looked at Master and said "May I?" and Master said "Sure".  No one asked me, the slave, of course.



 It wasn't this exact knife, but it was close enough to this style.  Definitely wicked curved and scary looking.   He yanked my hair back firmly, exposing my throat.   The knife brushed my skin.  I closed my eyes.  He told me to open my mouth, which I did obediently, eyes widened as well as my mouth.  He tapped my teeth with the metal.  Who told him I hated dentistry?  Oh yeah, I did.  Tap, tap, tap. On. My. Teeth.  The sensation was indescribable.   Even when he stepped away the feeling on my teeth lingered.  

Later on he was discussing scene communication and told everyone that some day he'd like to play with me really hard, much longer and harder than we ever had before.   I have a lot of feelings about this!  Mostly excitement, but with a healthy dose of fear in there. 

They spent the night at our house, but there was no play all together because of our kids being here and Master not wanting to risk them discovering us.

The next day, Sunday, it was just Master and I and we had something of an all day sex-fest.  He was horny and frustrated at not having had a chance at W. (something that T. heavily encouraged).

Naked Gardening Happens

Pulling weeds in the heat of the sun, my cunt still sore from being used roughly earlier that warm Sunday morning, I crawled across the sandy soil, careful over the spiny pumpkin vines, plucking out the long grasses from among them.   Master worked several feet away from me in his own patch of weedy vines. 

"Pull up your shirt while you work so I can see your tits" he ordered.  I lifted my shirt, freeing them, since I hadn't put on a bra that day.  I attempted to tuck the shirt around in a knot so it would stay up even when I went back to crawling, but it would only stay for a short time and then I'd have to re-tuck it to give Master the view he wanted. 

After more minutes of weeding and me fussing with my shirt he told me to take it off completely.  I hung it on the garden fence.  The sun warming my back felt good.  I resumed my crawling.  The occasional brushes of breast against pumpkin vine did not feel so good, but I didn't say anything.  I was getting very aroused by the idea that Master was watching me (while not seeming to watch) as I worked topless.  

He came up to me, stood in front of me, and asked if I wanted a taste. Of course I did.

He unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. I eagerly took him in my mouth.  That didn't last long before he turned me around, told me to get on all fours and jerked at my shorts.  I helped slide them down in front.  His cock slid into my aching wet hole.  Soon he pulled me to stand up and ordered me to grab the corner post of the garden fence.  I gripped rough wood in both hands as he entered me again.

Master told me we were done gardening and if we wanted to fuck properly we should go up to the bedroom.   I rinsed my hands and knees before going up to him.  

In the bed, he took off the wrist strap I always wear and fastened it to both my wrists in its specially designed handcuff fashion. I was laid out in front of him on the bed with my cuffed wrists pinned above my head in his hand.  My body arched up to him with intense desire as he kissed me.  His cock brushed against me, but he didn't enter my cunt yet.

Instead, he took the leash from the bed post and began slapping my inner thighs and my pussy with it.  I arched up again, somehow trying to fuck the slapping leash.  The metal snap made me jump on each heavy impact, but I strained back toward it for more.

Finally, he came down on top of me with all his weight, entering me.  It was bliss.   

When he unfastened my hands he allowed me to ride on top of him.  I came many times- I have no idea how many. 
Master finished and we lay in a wet heap, soaked with sweat and sex fluids and ready for (another) shower.

And at bedtime he (again!) used my mouth while fingering me.  I got a salty treat.  I was good and sore the next day.



 

Monday, September 11, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Reality

1. What is your reality?

The beautiful farm, sunshine, family, a slight feeling of lonely sadness mixed with anticipation of future happiness and also anxiety about phone calls, and worrying about family and friends in the path of hurricane Irma.  

  2. Will you have sex today? This week?

Today, no.  Master will be working all night.  We had sex twice on Sunday and then he wanted a bed time blowjob during which he fingered me.  It was an extraordinary sex-filled day and I really should write a blog about it.

  3. What did you hate doing this past weekend?

Nothing.  I had a great weekend.

  4. What did you love doing this past weekend?

Seeing friends, going to a munch, eating dinner out, making breakfast for our friends and my family, having sex a lot, not to mention being threatened at sword and knife-point by Master and Travis.  And half naked gardening.

  5. Which new technology have you found most helpful in your life? 

The computer.  It does so much, like help me write this blog.

Which do you find to be the most annoying?

I don't usually keep around technologies that annoy me.  I guess it would be websites that have video ads that you can't close.  That bugs me. 

TMI Tuesday link

Nostalgia

Did you ever have one of those days when it is a perfectly fine day, everything looks rosy, but you're just not in tune with those feelings or the how the day looks?  I'm feeling a bit nostalgic today.  Not really sad, but kind of missing various things/ and people. 

I miss...

Kaya's blog and writings.

Other people on Fet who I used to hear a lot more from. 

My friends who I broke up with for reasons, I miss them being friendly with me.  Ex-friendships are like a big black mark.

Sex with a certain special someone. Cuddling in a pile.

My children being small enough that they could be taken places like the library or the park and have a good time (now they protest and moan and complain about being made to go anywhere).

I miss yesterday, when there were people here. Now I'm alone and a bit lonely.   

I should get out and do things.  We had a great weekend and I miss it. 

Sunday, September 10, 2017

People I had sex with

There was a facebook meme going around which was "Let us guess how many people you have had sex with" and then they give you some completely ridiculous random number, like 215.  This made me start to wonder if I even remember, and while I am remembering, maybe I should write them down lest I forget.  However, so as not to cause consternation/embarrassment to others, I'm going to abbreviate them all with only two letters.

First, what counts as sex?  For sure, there are more things than just PIV that are sex.  So, oral, yes, that is sex.  If I just had oral sex (either giving or receiving) then I had sex.  Handjobs?  I'm going to say no.  Why? Because I feel like it.   S/M play?  Not exactly sex, so that doesn't count.  What if I had an orgasm but nobody was penetrated?  Still not sex because that happens a lot- in the nature center, at a restaurant, where ever Master wants to tell me to orgasm.  

Now that we have that out of the way, here it is:

Ma.
Ke.
My.
Ka.
Cr.
Me.
So.
Ma.(different than the first Ma.)
Jz.
Pm.
Le.
Sq.
Kn. 
(at least three guys whose names I don't know)
Fr.

Ar.
Pe.

So, that is 19, at least.  Possibly 20.  I lost count once, it was a bit intense.

Eight of those are women, 11 are men.   

The number shouldn't be important, maybe, but it is.  To me, anyway.  I don't feel it is high or low, nor does that matter if you have more or fewer, but I just don't want to forget.   I mean, any more than I already did forget.  Does that make any sense or am I blathering?  




Friday, September 8, 2017

TMI Friday: Sexy Weekend Games

1. You are going to make a sexy weekend with your lover. Which one are you most likely to enjoy? Which of the activities is most likely to happen?

  a. Cook diner together b. Play a sexy game c. Take a bath together

C. Well, if a shower counts, because we never take baths.  We shower together frequently.
 
2. Will you watch porn this weekend? Alone or with someone?

Probably not.  I watched porn today though.
3. Sexy games–pick one you’d like to play? Why? a. Naked twister or b. Strip trivial pursuit

b. I'm going to choose stripping because I'm so not flexible I'm afraid I'd hurt myself or someone else playing Twister.  I will definitely lose at Trivial Pursuit because my Master is the Master of trivia also. 
3. Friday night you hit happy hour, you meet a super sexy woman/man and the two of you chat and laugh the night away. She/he leans into you and says, “You’re irresistible, can I touch your pussy/cock?’ What is your answer?

Oh no, that belongs to my Master.  It would only be OK if he allowed it.
4. What do you really have planned for the weekend?

We have an M/s couple who are friends of ours coming to visit and we are going to a munch/demo/lecture where the male half of the couple is presenting on knives and communication.  Yum!  Communicating with knives sounds sexy to me.  I'm not sure it will be like I imagine; it may be two separate topics.  Some slave-swapping is always a possibility but not guaranteed.
5. Does this TMI on a Friday have you changing your weekend plans?

I'm a little confused by TMI on a Friday, but since I did last week's TMI this week, it's just all higglty pigglty, isn't it?  All good though!  I haven't changed plans because of it.

 
Bonus: What you like to do on the weekend but never seem to get the chance?

Picnics and long walks. I always think they sound fun, but then something else comes up or the weather is bad.  We go for more walks than picnics. 

See more about TMI'ers:  https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/08/tmi-tueseday-on-friday-sept-8-2017/

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Leash Smacking Good

I just want to say: 
 
Being hit on the cunt and inner thighs with the snap end of my leash, and the leather end, but not being allowed to come, having to wait many minutes for the command to orgasm, is an AMAZING feeling.   Master had me writhing and bucking in desperation last night.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

First Day of School

First day of school coinciding with Master's day off?

YES.  

I drove the kids to school on the first day while Master was still at work on the overnight shift.   Everyone made it to class ok, weighed down with at least 20 lbs of school supplies each.   

When I got home I started making a second breakfast for Master, and after an hour of not hearing anything I began to worry about him.   It was almost 9:30 when he got home, and I was nearly ready to send out a search along the roads by then.  But he'd just been really busy and unable to leave on time.  He did four surgeries and got no sleep at all.  

So the first order of business was that he ate and went to bed. 

I painted.  After 4 coats the kitchen wall is starting to look pretty nice.  I'm doing cream on top and red under the chair rail, and red doesn't cover very well.   The trim will be white.  There was much spackling first, due to the all the cracks and holes in the walls, so it has been a long process.  Not to mention the wallpaper.  Please do not mention the wallpaper.  Ugh.

Anyway, now that I'm totally sidetracked...

When Master woke up he asked me if the dildo was good and chilled in the freezer.  Oh no!  I forgot to put it in there, even after he reminded me.  So I went straight away to get it and freeze it, and he told me that just gave him more time to watch porn and have his cock sucked.

Which we did, for a long time, until the dildo was nice and frozen.  He also paddled my ass hard with the cutting board and large metal spatula (what else, when you are playing in the kitchen?).

He tied a rope harness on me and told me to go upstairs.  

When he got up there he had a cup full of ice and the dildo.  He sent me off to get the camera, and then he gave the cup to me and told me to kneel.


Yes it hurt, but only at first.  It warmed quickly and then had to go back in the ice cup for another freeze treatment. 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

TMI Tuesday (A week late!)


1. Have you ever had sex in the changing room of a store?


Nope, never.

2. Ever blindfolded your partner for sex or have you been blindfolded during sex?



Frequently am I blindfolded or hooded.  I really enjoy that, as it sends me off into my own happy space even faster.  I think the only time I blindfolded my Master was last week and that wasn't a real blind fold.  He wanted me to tease and torment him while he was tied up, so after I tied his hands I threw a shirt over his face, just for fun. 

3. Who out there likes to be tied up for sex?



Being tied up for sex is only just my very favorite thing ever!  As above, my Master sometimes likes to be the tied up one too.

4. Shower sex…yea or nay? Why?



Yes, definitely.  It may not be the most comfortable but it is rather hot.  

5. Ever done a striptease for a lover?

Yes, I have often done this for my Master.  I also took belly dancing, so I can incorporate some dance moves into the the whole stripping thing.  I have also done it on a stage for a roomful of people.  Now that was hard! 

Bonus: What are you thinking?


I'm thinking about my bruises from Saturday.  There is something extra special about seeing one next to the "OWNED" tattoo I have.  I'm not sure what the bruise came from, but I know we had a great time.  
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/28/tmi-tuesday-august-29-2017/

Sunday, September 3, 2017

KOTW Squirty Girl

Squirting is not a kink for me, but it could very well be for many men I know, including my Master.  Or, if not an actual kink, at least something he really enjoys.

 To me it just means more changes of clothes and more laundry.

I squirt, a lot, when I'm really having a good time.  I do remember the first time.   We were up in our bedroom, about 6 years ago, and Master was fingering me deeply and roughly as we stood up in the middle of the room.  Previously he had been flogging me and had tied me up in rope, so I was really excited.  All of a sudden I was gushing down my leg and I thought "Oh no! I peed!" but he got really excited and told me how wonderful it was that I squirted.    Since then, he works to make happen as often as possible, as long as I don't get his new leather car seats wet!

For me, and I have heard the same from other women, squirting and orgasm don't always happen at the same time.  Many times they do, but I can have a fairly dry intense orgasm, or I can squirt while becoming extremely excited and turned on, but not quite there yet.   The longer sexual activities go on, the more I squirt, and I quite literally soak the bed (we have a mattress protector as well as many sex blankets). 

"A towel isn't going to cut it, better get a tarp" could be my motto.  He sometimes calls me his "squirty girl".

Master even likes it when I sit on his face and he makes me squirt on him.  I get totally embarrassed by this, but I still love to please him, so it is kind of a like/hate thing for me.  He kind of loves that I hate it and yet I still get pleasure from  that act.   For me, squirting usually only happens with a partner, because I don't often spend very long masturbating.  If I do work at it a long time, I can make myself squirt. 
 

Friday, September 1, 2017

An Alexander Day

If you have kids, or were a kid, you may have read this book:  Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible No Good, Very Bad Day.

That was my day yesterday.  It started Wednesday night, with the neighbor calling to say that my sheep were in their yard.  It was dark, and since very few of you are shepherds most likely, I will tell you that herding sheep in the dark in a new place is much, much more difficult than normal sheep herding, because they are the ultimate prey animal and night is a dangerous time for prey animals.   They get very skittish even to people and herding dogs they know.   

I had long minutes of heart stopping and stomach sinking as I looked for them.
 
Luckily for me, it turned out to be only Decker that escaped, and he's the tamest of all the sheep, so Sprite didn't have any trouble getting him back in the pasture for me.  I still didn't know how he'd escaped, but I thought it could wait until morning.  

WRONG.

During my first cup of coffee the neighbor very nicely (I really appreciate this because I don't want my animals getting hurt in the road or causing a wreck) called again about a sheep in their yard.  

Dang Decker!  I threw on some clothes and boots and went out and got him again with Sprite; this time it was even easier than the first time.  I also moved all the sheep from that pasture to a smaller pen where they were unable to get back to the escaping spot.  I found where some fence posts had rotted and the fence had sagged enough to let Mr. Jumpypants Decker get across.  Buying new fence posts and replacing those went to the top of my day's to do list.  

I also needed to drop by the doctor's office with a school form, go to the bank, do three loads of laundry including all the sheets, work on painting the kitchen, go shopping for more school supplies, clean the house, scoop the dog poop in the yard, train Pepper on sheep herding, make dinner and so on and so forth.  You know, the usual things.   It was only 8 am and I already felt overwhelmed. 
 I started the laundry.

I was out doing the first three errands when I had the panicky feeling that a herding student might be coming that morning too.  I rushed home, checked my messages:  no student, no messages.  Why?  I don't know. I couldn't even remember which student, but it was on the calendar for 10 am.   No one came.  I fixed the fence.

I painted.  It looked horrible, but I already knew it was going to take several coats to really cover since I'm painting with red.   I still felt like utter crap just looking at it.  I lay on the front porch with my puppy snuggling me for a good long time until I felt better.  Puppies are good for that.

 I did some more laundry and cleaning, but with the kitchen all taken apart it still just looks horrible and the state of house under repairs is starting to really stress me out.  Especially since people are coming to visit and there is no chance of it looking any better by then.    

I was trying to get dinner ready and feeling really crabby and not like serving or being a slave at all.  Then I got the bright idea to try to do a second coat on the paint, as the first was dry to touch.  This pissed me off even further, because the second coat also looked really bad, and I was in despair when Master got home.  I'm afraid I took out all my frustrations by yelling at him about how I hated painting and it looked horrible and we should have just kept the stupid wallpaper.  

This did not go over well.

I compounded matters by giving Master the wrong tea.  He drinks decaf at night, but somehow a regular tea bag was the one I grabbed without noticing.  He didn't drink it.  I had taken my grumpy self off to read in bed so I didn't even know until later.  I offered to make a new one, but he didn't want it.  

He wanted to beat and fuck me.  This was the best part of my day.  I felt awful and cried, but then I felt good and everything was all right in my world again.

Until the next morning when I was thinking "Get the tea right, get the tea right."  And then I didn't!   So bad.  I made a decaf when it should have been caffeinated, a terrible error.  He dumped half of it out on the floor.  I made a new one.  

I think today I will do nothing at all and maybe that will go all right.  :(  Not that that is really an option. 

  





 

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Wedding

My cousin got married in Chicago this weekend and Master and I went alone.  We left the kids home because it wasn't a kid-friendly deal (it said this right in the invitation).  Although they could have come they wouldn't have been happy about it.


We arrived early, met and chatted with some of my relatives that I don't see very often.   Before the actual ceremony we needed to go change into our nicer clothes, and so we went back up to the room.  Once again Master forbade me to wear underwear.  I might have asked again just to make sure, because I really didn't feel like going commando, but I wasn't going to argue with him.  I left them in the suitcase.  

 The ceremony was short and sweet, and there was an open bar.  Master decided he was going to taste every drink on the menu, so he kept ordering things for me and for him, and then we'd share tastes.  The best was a hearty oatmeal stout, I thought.  His old fashioned was extremely strong.

We both got pretty tipsy and then switched to non-alcholic ginger beer before we started making regrettable memories.  We danced a little, and then Master said it was time to go back to the hotel room.  His intention was to beat and then fuck the hell out of me, but the room was like an echo chamber and we could hear a lot of people going by in the hall, so pretty soon the beating part was abandoned in favor of quieter forms of torture.  He ground his knuckles into my sternum painfully.  The second time he did it was so hard I lost my breath and began gasping.  It still is quite sore now.   He tied me to the bed with my leash, put the nipple clamps on me and fucked me, and then ordered me to kneel on the floor.  He came on my face and tits, and I made a bit of  puddle myself.  It was lucky for clean up (which I did) that the floor was some sort of composite industrial thing rather than the usual hotel carpet.  

The place we stayed was a converted youth hostel, still under construction, so everything there was a bit odd, from locking cabinets to bunk beds along side our regular queen sized bed.   The bathroom had absolutely no place to set down my do-dads and toiletries except for one shelf which was too high for me.  In some ways it was a pretty cool place, but in others, not at all suitable for our purposes.  Definitely too echo-y.  

In the morning we ate with my family and then headed back home, stopping along the way to eat with some friends.   After that we started getting a little frisky in the car.  I was teasing Master by unbuttoning my shirt and lifting my skirt almost all the way up.  We stopped at one of the many adult stores along the way and he bought me a glass dildo.   It went into the trunk instead of into my seat.  

Master had me lie back in the seat all the way and he fondled me a some of the time.  I did myself too also, when he allowed me to.  I was getting really aroused and completely soaking my panties (not the seat though, I promise!).  After a long time of waiting (it seemed) he allowed me to touch him as well.   The for the last 30 miles he insisted that I had to be demure and proper.  My whole body was thrumming with desire.

Once at home we rushed upstairs and threw off our clothes.   He put me on my knees in front of him and fucked my mouth while he caned me.  I squirmed and moaned and tried to get away, but he had me by the hair and wasn't letting go.


He put me on the bed facedown and caned and paddled me even more.
Then:
The new toy

HUG

Hello!

So nice


Master used the toy on me, and those ridges are really delightful, I'm happy to report.  I had several squirty orgasms from that.  We didn't have a lot of time, because it was Game of Thrones night, so Master stopped before he came so we could have "round two" later that night.  And we did, too!  

Monday, August 28, 2017

Gone With The Wind

The other night we were in bed listening to Ella Fitzgerald's "Gone With the Wind".

 Master began playing with my cunt lips, fondling them, then opening and closing them like they were talking.  As if this weren't strange enough, he started doing voices for it. 

A deep voice, like the narrator of Gone With The Wind, the movie:

"Cock, the only thing worth living for.  The only thing worth dying for."

I laughed and said she has to have a much higher voice, a Southern belle voice:  

"As God is my witness, I shall never be horny again."

Of course my cunt would have that accent because she's
 "down south". 

Friday, August 25, 2017

KOTW: Going Commando

Master and I were getting dressed for a formal dinner on the cruise ship.  I was planning to wear a long sleeve black shirt with sparkly silver swirl designs, a long flowy black skirt and black sandals.  

Master leaned over to me and said quietly in my ear, "No panties tonight."  I nodded, feeling a little thrill go all through me, more at his command of this action than just at not wearing anything under my skirt.

   I went into the bathroom to get dressed up, and left the panties in the dirty clothes bag in the closet of our room.  By the time we got to dinner, I wasn't even thinking about my bare behind.  I'm sure with the long skirt no one could tell what I was or wasn't wearing.  But later on, up on the deck at the ship wide dance party, I began to get self conscious again.  As we danced together in the crowd, I could feel my lower regions rubbing in ways that they don't when I wear panties.  I began to get wet.  There was a lot of wind outside on the deck and even long, heavy skirts can unexpectedly blow up!   

Master twirled me a few times, and then leaned in close to whisper "Be careful when you twirl, we wouldn't want to flash everyone."   I hung on to my skirt and didn't twirl quite as wildly after that.   I'd like to say there was a grand finale of lust sating when we returned to the cabin, but with kids and all, it was not possible.  We simply went to sleep and saved up our lusts for a more opportune time. 

The Rest of the Day

Since I left off my "Day in the Life" post about teatime, I thought I'd finish it up now.

I spent an hour relaxing, then Master got home and I served dinner and cleaned up.  I finished folding and putting away the clothes.

We sat together and played on the computers for a while and then went to bed. 

(Best part of the day!)

We snuggled and kissed under the covers, then he took out a cane and had me lie on my stomach.  He beat me a little then turned me toward him and had me suck his cock while he continued to cane me.  He got out the nipple clamps and attached them.  I tried to remember to breath.  He told me I could orgasm after he'd counted down to zero. 

"Fifty" he said, and I about cried.  How could I make it that long with them getting more painful every second?  He pulled the chain to make sure they continued to tighten.


But then his next number was "Three".  Whew!  I can do three seconds, I thought to my self.

On zero he removed the clamps and I had a huge orgasm.  He gave me many more, with and without the clamps.  Once he put a clamp on my labia and continued fucking me like that, which is a delicious sort of pain.   

He had me ride on top of him while he beat my tits with his cane, and my shoulders, and even struck me lightly on the cheeks with it.  I made sure to hold still when it was coming at my face- that is pretty scary.  

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

A Day in The Life

5:30 Alarm goes off.  Master gets up.  I get up and unsnap my leash, then change collars to my day collar and go down stairs to make breakfast.  I make sausages and tea and coffee.  I get my computer browsing in, and let dogs out while cooking and eating.  Master comes down and eats.  I make him a second cup of tea and clean up the dishes. 

7:00 Master leaves for work.  I come out with him to open and close the gate, and keep puppy (who wants to run down the driveway after him) under control.

I go back in and spend about 45 minutes sanding down all the spackle I did in the kitchen yesterday.   I also put some ribs in the crock pot for dinner. 

A little after 8:00am  I meet Mystique and a friend of hers from work for breakfast at a diner in town.   We go to the 9:30 showing of Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows with a couple more friends of hers from work after breakfast.  She holds my hand and we snuggle during the sad/scary parts! I get a complicated mix of emotions, because that hasn't happened for a while out in vanilla-land. 


On my way home I stop at the store to pick up some shoelaces for Master.  I really want to buy some towels but I'm not going to get a set without asking him first. 

I get home around 12:30.   I work Pepper on the sheep.  I separated off the rams and ewes yesterday, so she just has 1 wether (Decker) and three rams to work.  She does really well.


I start a load of laundry.   Mop the kitchen floor.

I call the bank and transfer money from accounts, which was on my to do list from Master.  

Eat lunch and wash all the dishes from the kids' breakfast/lunches. 

Clean out the fridge (on my weekly list from Master) and scrub down the sink really well.  

About 2:00 I plant grass seed over the area that Master finished removing a huge stump from yesterday.  This was also on my to do list from him.  I rake the seeds in and spread hay over them.

I clean up the dog poo from the yard.   

It's now 3:00.  I have a few things left like finishing the laundry and getting in the mail.  Possibly I will do another layer of spackle first.  Or later.  Yeah, maybe tea first and spackle later.
Pepper and sheep





Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Just Cruisin', But Not for a Bruisin'

Our vacation this year was going to be visiting Master's mom and her husband in California.  I'm not sure whether to call him a step dad since they got married years after Master left home, but anyway, he's a nice guy whom we all like.   He and Master read the same books, so that is always fun. 

It was going to be that usual trip, but Grandma decided it would be more fun to not have to cook, and to all go on a cruise together rather than sit around her house, so she bought us all tickets.  Master payed for the plane tickets to get there, and other expenses, but her help made it actually reasonably affordable for us.

This was our first cruise, so I had no idea what to expect or if it would be fun, or if we'd have toooo much family togetherness time all on a ship together. 

Along with the excitement I was feeling a bit of nervousness about trying a new thing.  We'd be going to a few cities in Mexico, which I wasn't really worried about.   Master signed himself and the kids up to do parasailing, but it was really expensive, so I didn't.

We stayed in a hotel in LA the night before we embarked on the ship.  The younger kid ate a pizza and then began barfing up at the dinner table.  I was now getting a sort of sinking feeling.  Please, don't be sick, not now!   I couldn't find my room key so Master gave me his and told me to take him back to the room right away.

After that little episode, kid 2 seemed better, so we carried on.

The cruise was really wonderful.   No cooking, no cleaning, no chores of any kind, simply eating, relaxing and the kids had the run of the ship.  There was no internet, which made them upset, but they have plenty of computer games that don't need the internet and there was a library as well as our room.

 During the orientation there was a raffle and we won not only a bottle of champagne but also a shore excursion worth quite a bit of money.  That was only for two of us, so Master and I went to the beach resort and left the kids with Grandma.   I can't believe how lucky we got winning two prizes with three raffle tickets!

I was thinking we'd probably go most of the 7 day cruise without sex or play of any kind, but Master is clever and determined.  He usually arranged either a "parent nap time" or "cleaning the room" and sent the kids off for an hour each day.  

We did not nap or clean, needless to say.  

We even fucked on the balcony looking out over the ocean.  There were a few times when I was very nervous about being interrupted and really didn't want to do anything at all, but Master will get his way and fucked me in spite of my nerves.   We didn't bring any toys, only the collar and leash, but Master only needs his hands and my pressure points (and later my sunburn) to give plenty of pain. 

Dinner every night was at the formal dining room instead of the buffet, and this was one of my favorite things about the trip.  The food was amazing there, and the servers excellent, plus we all got to dress up nicely, which was fun for me anyway.   

The excursion we all did together was swimming with wild creatures and snorkeling at the Marietas Islands.  It is so beautiful and I LOVE snorkeling (even though I'd only ever been once before I remembered how great it was).   There might have been more dolphins, but only the youngest kid saw one very briefly.  He also saw a whole pod from the big ship, which I missed!

I neglected to ask anyone to sunscreen my back that day, so in the hour or so we spent in the water I got horribly burned.  It's just peeling now, and itches like crazy.   

Here are just a few of the almost 150 pictures I took: 









All in all, a really great time was had by everyone! And no one was sick anymore, not even sea sick. 

TMI Tuesdy: Love and Sex

1. For you, can sex be separated from love?

Yes, I have had sex with several people I didn't love.

  2. Can sex be separated from caring?

And I have had sex with people I didn't care about particularly. 

3. Men: Does sex seem to be something that you can never get enough of and are constantly seeking or thinking about?

I know this was only addressed to men (I'm not sure why) but the answer is yes. 

  4. Women: Is sex secondary to intimacy, physical closeness, and commitment?

I would say yes, it probably is secondary to those things.  I really do like sex, though.  
 

  5. Who is more discriminating in choosing sexual partners–you or your significant other?

He says I am more discriminating.  So I guess that is that!


 Bonus: Who is more likely to take on additional sexual partners, you or your significant other?

He is. 


More TMI Tuesday-ers:
https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/tmi-tuesday-august-22-2017/

Sunday, August 20, 2017

We've been on vacation

Mexico!
I may get back to blogging eventually, but for now there is laundry to do, food to restock in the kitchen, things to put away... and of course plenty of sex n' spankings!

I have now checked both sex on a big ship and sex on the balcony of a cruise ship off my life list.

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.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Captured!

Master took me by one wrist.  I felt my whole body soften in response to him.   He twisted it behind my back and I stayed soft and unresistant, but now the first prick and tension of arousal came.  His other hand gripped the back of my hair hard and captured in this way I was pushed across the dining room to the stairs.  I made my way up carefully but not dawdling with him behind me still holding me tightly.  In the bedroom, he released his hold and shut and locked the door behind us.  

He stripped my clothes, ordered me into bed, and reached into the drawer.  I saw the cuff strap I heard the slight jingle of the nipple clamp chain.  He tied my hands to the headboard rails and pulled them tight.  He attached the clamps and sat over my face, fucking deep into my mouth to choke me.

He fucked me until it hurt. Sore nipples, sore cunt. 

Later that night I went up to cuddle with him at bedtime.  He was going to bed at 7:30pm after working the overnight shift, so I was going to stay up a couple more hours after the cuddling.  "Cuddle" turned quickly to cock sucking, and then to some very painful fucking. I think my insides are bruised.  Lucky me!  I like being used painfully this way. 

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

TMI Tuesday: Choose!





Choose what you most desire or would like to have or try?

1. Pilates or HIIT? Why?


I don't know what the second one is, so I'm going to pick pilates. I did a little bit of that for a while.

2. Spouse or significant other-lover?



Spouse!

3. Go clubbing or entertain friends at home?


What kind of club?  If it is kinky and I get to play, then I'd pick that.  Otherwise, just entertaining friends here would be good.

4. Maybach sedan or Mercedes G-class SUV


Why?  I really only like trucks and minivans, but I guess I'd go with the SUV.  Sedans are fine if you don't have a bunch of dogs.
 
5. Soccer or Golf?



Definitely soccer.  I used to play in high school but I have never played or watched golf, it looks pretty boring.  Ok, I played Wii golf, but that's not real.

6. Basketball or baseball?



Hmm, I don't play, but I have watched and enjoyed both.  I'm not a huge sports fan, but I will pick the St. Louis Cardinals (baseball) as my team.

7. Monster or Red bull? Why?



Neither.  I don't think I've ever had one of either.  Just give me a pot of black coffee.

8. Office with a view or work at home?



Home, outdoors if possible.

9. Early bird or night owl?



I'm a morning person.  I get up early even on Sunday when I don't have to. 

10. Boyfriend or Girlfriend?



I like both, if that's the question.  I don't consider Master my boyfriend. 

11. Ice cream or gelato?


I like frozen custard from Culvers, but I don't eat a lot of that. 

12. Silver or gold?


Gold.  Why? I don't know, it's worth more? 
 
Bonus: Money or fame? Why?   

Definitely money.  I do not need any excessive notoriety- I think it would be a pain in the ass.

TMI Tuesday blog for more answers. 

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. 

Knives

Kneeling on the floor, a towel protecting my knees, I was eager to get started.  I had one eye on the large, sharp butcher knife Master had ...