A Bit of Conditioning

Isn't it quite ironic how our words can so easily come back to haunt us? 

Take for instance our blogs.  The one place where we can freely talk about our experiences good or bad, our likes, our dislikes, and sometimes our inner most feelings. 

Our blogs are not only a glimpse into our most secret world but maybe more importantly it's a chance for our Dominant partner to evaluate how we are processing these experiences. 

So let's talk about a recent revelation I made in the post But Am I Really A Masochist?

I made the statement to the effect of despising the use of pain on certain girly bits, but my ass, on the other hand, had seemingly become somewhat conditioned to spankings/pain. 

Well, here's the funny not so funny part of my story.

In reading my post, as Heron reads all of them, I guess He didn't read that statement for it's literal meaning but instead interpreted it as me saying "PLEASE...OH PLEASE condition my other girly bits".

Now I am pretty sure that's not what I meant, but apparently He's on a mission.  A mission of teaching me to accept that regardless of what I say about it, or even think about it, the simple fact is my body responds to it favorably and I should learn to simply embrace that fact.         

So beginning this past Monday, conditioning began with 5 licks to each nipple and 10 to my pussy using the riding crop.  

EACH...DAY...DOUBLES!! 

W...T...F!!  If you enjoy the movie The World's End with Simon Pegg like we do you will get the reference, LOL!

Today is only the third day, and we're already up to 20 on each nipple and 40 downstairs.  

I probably don't want to hear the answer, so I haven't asked how many more days of "conditioning" He intends.  But if He keeps it up all the way to the end of the week, He may find me hiding in a closet!!

A Tale of Three Implements

So Daddy implemented a new expectation, or rule if you will. Well, actually, it's not completely new. It was something in my list of rules already that had been put on hold. He has made a slight modification and it is now back in force.

The Rule:

Before performing any sexual services, I am to present Him with one of three, somewhat quiet, implements.

The switch...

The fly swatter...

Or the loopy! (oh how I hate the loopy)

A couple of conditions though:

The same implement shouldn't be offered twice in a row...

And He may or may not intend to use it but it still must be offered.

These have all been tucked away between the mattress and box spring on my side of the bed, so they are ready at a moments notice

So I know it's probably going to happen, but here's hoping I don't forget. I thought maybe writing it down here would help commit it to memory.

Of course, this must have inspired Him to take a more thorough look-see at my rules, I presume to jog His memory on things I am supposed to be doing and make some other minor updates.

Darn if He didn't point out a couple things I have been neglecting, not purposely I should add. But yeah, I don't have much in the way of reasonable defense. Not that having a good defense matters. It's supposed to be done....period. And I didn't communicate that I was having problems completing said tasks.

So....now I am to remind Him to take care of those infractions tonight.

 Yikes....guess I will have knots in my stomach the rest of the day!

Dr. Jekell and Mr. Hyde

Thankfully, we were able to enjoy our much needed weekend away.  Despite being on pins and needles, especially the first night and getting plenty of phone calls from home, the kiddos ultimately did just fine without us there.

It was a perfect weekend, equally balanced with plenty of kink, as well as romance.  But the one thing that remained constant throughout our entire trip was Daddy's use of the paddle.  The paddle isn't something He often gets an opportunity to use because it's SO loud.  Being that we were out in the woods in a cabin alone, He was going to make use of the noisiest toy He could find.  I mean, quiet spanking implements are fine, but I think for Daddy, there is just something extra satisfying about hearing it.  And WOW... did it echo really LOUDLY inside that cabin with nothing but wood all around us!!   

I was paddled first thing each morning.

I was paddled last thing before bed each night.

I was paddled when I was on top riding Him.

And every opportunity in between.

His goal was to keep my behind a nice shade of red at all times, and I certainly think He succeeded seeing as how most of the time I couldn't sit down very easily.     

Every paddling was given with me lying face down spread eagle on the bed.  Sometimes, He had me put pillows underneath my hips to arch my ass just a little higher, making that curve under my ass just that much more accessible.

God, how I came to love and hate this damn ping-pong paddle.

The rubber side was awesome!  With each lovely thunk, I was wishing He would never stop.  And even though He was using it at almost full force, it was really just a warm-up, or an occasional break from the other, much more painful, side. 
 

 

The other side, Daddy meticulously removed all of the orange foam padding, revealing only that thin layer of wood that lies in-between.  As much as I loved the rubber covered side, that's how much I hated this side.  There was no more thunk, just a very stingy pain each and every time it landed on my ass.  Mostly, He alternated between the two different textures during each paddling as I struggled to try and figure out His pattern.  Daddy loved seeing me squirm, trying so desperately to hold still.  Sometimes, all I could do was hold my breath and wait for it to end.

 
But what I loved most was looking up every time He was finished and seeing that raging hard-on! 

Not that it will happen now that we are home, back in the real-world, but we agreed that we could certainly get used to starting and ending each day like this!

    
 


 

Maintenance with a Cane

Sitting here on my deeply sore behind,

I have to admit, I'm not much of a fan!

Nope...not one little bit!!

Unintended Consequences

As I sit here today, on my very sore and bruised ass, I think back to last night standing in closet.
  
Daddy said I asked for it...yet I don't specifically remember asking for it. 

He pointed out that I had been dancing around all evening and shaking my butt all over the place.  And If I intended to entice Him, it had worked.
 
OK...so maybe I did asked for it without saying the words.

But the last thing on my mind was a spanking. Guess I had really forgotten what a good one of those was like, it's been so long.

20 objects of my choice...
10 licks with each...
200 licks total

Maybe, I ought to have been more careful with some of my choices...just saying!

A Few Firsts

Let's start with the ginger root.  Daddy had been threatening to try this for quite some time.  Each time He came home from the grocery store and had some wrapped in a bag, I would get pretty anxious, but He always just ended up using it in some new recipe.  Of course, He never passed up an opportunity to tease me with that sadistic glint in His eye whenever it came out of the fridge.

Last week though, when He pulled it out of the fridge, He intended to use it for real.  Not really in a bad way, but just trying it out sort of way.  After He skinned a piece of the root, we made our way upstairs and I joked about how with my luck I would have some horrible allergic reaction to it and it would close off my holes...LOL! 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Figging

I am happy to report, that didn't happen.  Honestly, there really isn't much to report.  He started by rubbing it on my clit.  It was cold!  That was about the extent of it, except for the fact that He was rubbing my clit which was good of course.  It got a bit more stimulating as He tested it in and around my pussy but I still didn't feel the supposed burning sensation.   

Then He told me to turn over so He could try it in my ass.  Oh, yeah!  That...I felt.  It wasn't really an intolerable burning, but it wasn't comfortable either.  And by the way, just a word of caution...clenching your butt muscles does increase the burn. 

When He took it out and rubbed it on my clit again though, I felt all warm and tingly in all the right spots which was nice. 

I learned that the technical term for using ginger in this manner is "figging".  So I looked it up on Wiki and also learned this was used a form of discipline on female slaves beginning in Ancient Greece.  Hmmm...learn something new everyday.

The next day, He pulled out a little device of torture called a spiked breast binder.  Somehow it seemed oddly appropriate that He put it on me while we watched our favorite show, Game of Thrones.  It straps on pretty tight so it was certainly uncomfortable.  To the point, that I purposely tried not to move around too much.  When He removed it, there were lots of little spike marks imprinted on my tits and I was surprised at how long the pain lasted.  For a good 30 minutes afterwards, it felt like I still had it on.  


http://www.ebay.com/itm/Womens-Sexy-Black-Bra-Breast-Binders-with-Spikes-/151266980170?pt=US_CSA_WC_Intimates&hash=item233836f14a

 

And last but not least, I learned a new cock sucking position.   I doubt it has a name but basically I was lying on my belly with my body outstretched between His legs.  He then had me bring my heels up to my butt and hold my ankles while I continued to use my mouth on Him.  Whew...that one was tough so thankfully, He didn't make me hold it too long.

Stuffed: More Ways Than One

It was Friday and Daddy was home early.  Fridays in our house are usually reserved for date night.  Since our kids are old enough now to leave at home, we typically grab them some food and then enjoy a little time out by ourselves after a long week.  But instead of the usual, He decided to treat me by grilling steaks at home just for the two of us.  I was quite stuffed and felt a bit spoiled after after indulging in the fabulous dinner He prepared. 

While He put together a surprise dessert just for me, He sent me upstairs with instructions to find "Kong" (you know...one of my biggest and most favorite dildos!) and wait for Him.

After rustling though our toy cabinet, I found my beloved "Kong", stripped off my clothes, and knelt on the bedroom floor eagerly waiting for Him to come in.  Now, I had been worked pretty much to a frenzy during the week as Daddy extended Monday's assignment to clamp my nipples and bring myself to the edge at 2, 3, and 4 o'clock every day for the week.  Not to mention all the other evil  various ways He found to tease and torment my mind and body. So, I was REALLY a little scared and excited about whatever play He had planned.

Finally, He came in the room, placed the bowl of dessert on the dresser, and told me to place "Kong" on the floor out in front of me and get to sucking it, reminding me to take as much in my throat as I could.  Not only is that dildo ridiculously long but it is so thick I could barely get half in my mouth.  With nothing in my view except floor and plastic cock, I heard the sound of something cutting through the air just behind me. 

Over and over again, He licked at the exposed areas of my body with the dragon tail bringing a nice sting to my ass, shoulders and pussy.  Having Kong in my mouth was a relief since it seemed to muffle the sound of my moans and yelps. The harder He struck, the more of Kong I tried to swallow. 

Next, He had me stand in display position allowing not only for easier access to my pussy but direct access to my tits and nipples as well.  I tried to stay still, really I did, but each time He just barely flicked the end of my nipples with the tip of the tail, I couldn't help but flinch and pull away.  This reaction always draws His displeasure so He kept on until I could hold my position.

Finally earning a "good girl", He told me to get "Kong", stand it up on the weight bench, and fuck it.

While straddling the bench and struggling to work the enormity of it into me,  He walked over to the dresser, picked up the bowl, and brought it back to me.  His instructions as He handed it to me were to "fuck and eat". 

If you are reading this thinking "wow...that's kind of weird", don't worry...I thought so too!

Was this just meant to be some form of humiliation or was the intended message deeper than that?

My mind wrestled with the meaning behind His command, but even more so with the dessert looming in front of me.  It really was a ridiculous amount of food that I would never eat of my own accord!

You see, the need to control my food has been a battle of mine for quite some time. It can come and go depending on my emotional stress. Never to the point of being unhealthy as it was many years ago, but it is still very much my coping mechanism. I knew my increased focus towards diet and exercise recently had not escaped His notice

I tried to explain that there was no way I could eat all of it.  His only response was, "your choice...fuck and eat, or we can continue the tit and nipple whipping".

For me, that's not much of a choice there since I despise having my tits and nipples whipped. 

I will fuck and eat, Daddy.

While I rode up and down on the dildo, feeling quite awkward stuffing a bite in my mouth every couple minutes, He dug through the toy cabinet and produced another dildo which was equally long but substantially thinner.  Despite it's narrow girth, I was convinced there was no way that was fitting anywhere as long as Kong was taking up residence in one hole.  However, after applying a little lube and leaning me forward, He managed to stuff it in, filling both holes and proving me very wrong!

What a delicious feeling as I rocked up and down and back and forth on both dildos!! 

But oh gosh, did I think I was going to throw up.  By this point, the dessert had become anything but delicious and while I may enjoy being overly stuffed with cock, I do not enjoy being overly stuffed with food.

With just a couple bites left, I couldn't do it...I had to put the bowl down.  Instead of forcing me to continue, He came over to me, with a vibrator in hand and crouched down in front of me, placing it directly on my clit working it around in circles.  He leaned in and was softly kissing my lips while His other hand slowly stroked my face.  There was a burning intensity in His eyes but such gentleness in His touch. 

As my body responded to all the stimulation, all He had to do was say the words, "cum when you are ready" and almost immediately, the shock waves ripped through my body over and over again.  

And as far as the lesson about food...we talked about that the next day and He really just wanted me to indulge for once without feeling guilty about it.         

Filled Holes

Every day this week, you will insert and wear a butt plug in your ass on the way to work.  When you get to work, you will stay in the car and make yourself cum before going in the building.

Every day this week, you will also insert and wear a dildo in your pussy on the way home from work.  When you get home, you will stay in the car and make yourself cum before going in the house.

You will also make yourself cum every time you leave and come back to the house. 

Do you understand?  Repeat the instructions back to me.

This was Master's assignment for me last week.  Ever try to get yourself moving first thing in the morning, fight with getting a butt plug inserted, go sit in traffic (quite uncomfortably I might add), and actually make yourself feel like getting off all before 7:30? 

Not an easy task I assure you but somehow the job got done.  Arousal was pretty hard to come by but as soon as I reminded myself, you are doing this for His pleasure, I began to feel the stirring of excitement. 

OK...so there was also a bit of a thrill in doing something so naught in a semi-public place.  Of course, no one could see me but they were dangerously close. 

Each day came and went with very little mention of it other than an occasional...Did you take care of your assignment today? 

I did find myself pretty thankful to see the end of Friday though, which marked the end of my assignment.  With a sore bottom and an exhausted body, I really didn't care if I had another orgasm for just a little while.  You know it's bad when you start an internal debate in your head over whether you really need to leave the house again or could that errand just wait till the weekend!

Question: Did You Ever??

One reader asked me in an email:

Did you ever get punished for the situation referenced in the "Can't Blame a Girl for Trying" post?

If you are new to my blog, you can go back and read about the whole situation here.

I was wondering if and when someone would ask about this punishment.  Several weeks back, I actually did write a fairly lengthy post with all the gory details and then somehow accidently deleted most of it.  At the time, I wasn't interested in trying to retype it so I just assumed it wasn't meant to be...well, that is unless someone asked.

Overall, I would say that this punishment was fairly mild in comparison to some of the others Master has provided.  And for that, I was thankful. There was acceptance of the fact that I had disobeyed, flat out refused to do something He requested rather, and I was aware there would be a subsequent penalty. 

But what of His role in the matter?  After all that had happened, it still felt like we were on a bit of shaky ground and I was a little afraid of how I might react if He pushed too hard, too fast.

There really wasn't a punishment as much as there were a small series of them throughout a period of about a week.  Starting with a clear reminder of my place, I was driven mad with need by the pleasure of His mouth on me, only to be left wanting and handed the cap of a pen with an assignment to edge myself with my "little dildo" ten times daily.

Yes, the cap of a pen. A small ball point pen I might add with a small little plastic cap about half the size of one's pinky finger! 

As if it wasn't degrading enough to find my body responding to such a pathetic little piece of plastic, I received other random messages to hump myself for a certain amount of time on objects of my choosing. 

At the end of the week, the more painful part of the punishment was delivered.  Stripped naked on the bed, I found myself in a new position, one that He intends to specifically use for punishment and  allows uninhibited access to both my ass and pussy.  Master made sure that I felt the sting of His belt across both until I was whimpering and squirming with each blow.   

As with any punishment received from Him, it is the intent and the disappointment I feel from Him and in myself that sets the tone, making the sting of punishment...that much worse.   


   

The Tale of Two Fucking Machines

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All Was Not Lost

So our Saturday might not have gone as expected but we managed to find time for us much later that night.  Thankfully Master woke up feeling much better and was ready for action.  We did have to wait until the house was quiet and snuck down to the bedroom in basement where we could make a little noise without disturbing anyone.

Even with the heat running down there, it was a bit chilly so He set up the space heater to warm the room.  I removed my clothes as He requested and stood in position (legs spread and hands clasped behind my head).  The only problem was He hadn't come downstairs with any implements.  After looking around for a few moments, He found the switch that He had safety tucked away after one of our other play sessions down there.

My breathing quickened as He walked up to my left side and began softly stroking the front of my body with His left hand while holding the switch in the other.  Then came the first tap of the switch on my ass.  Then another...then another.  He continued on, changing the intensity at times from soft taps to medium thumps, just enough to leave a good sting.  His left hand continued to explore my body tracing my tits and pinching my nipples, gliding down my stomach and just ever so slightly touching  my pussy, then making the trek back up to my tits again.  I could hear myself moaning and purring with each strike.   The contrasting sensations were absolutely intoxicating, the perfect balance of pain and pleasure and I was lost.

However, His mood shifted and the air about Him grew more sadistic as He asked me to climb on the bed and lie spread-eagled.

I know you have not asked for your pussy to be spanked yet this week, but I think I am going to go ahead and do it anyways.  

Pussy spankings are certainly not my strong suit.  For some reason, I seem to be super sensitive down there, particularly when I am in a certain state of arousal.  After only a couple of what I consider soft taps, I was already wriggling and reflexively trying to close my legs which only drew His impatience with me.

Don't close your legs again! 

I really tried as the switch continued to torture me but apparently I was not very successful because He decided to change my position.  He calls this position "As You Will".

With my head positioned at the end of the bed at His groin, He pulled His cock out of His pants and told me to focus on licking it rather than focusing on my discomfort.  The position also allows Him unhindered access to my tits and pussy while sincerely limiting my ability to move.  My knees were spread apart and the switch continued to land on all the areas around on and around my pussy.

If you move again, we will stop and you will suck my dick rather than get fucked!

Each strike seemed almost more than I could bear and I could feel His agitation as I continued to struggle to maintain composure and position. Finally, I begged for mercy.

Please Master, I will choose to suck your cock.  I cannot take it.

Get up off the bed and spread your legs as far apart as you can, then bend over and put your hands on the floor.  

He brought the switch up between my legs from behind me and continued until I was straining on my tippy toes and yelping in pain.  He finally wrapped His body around my waist to hold me in place as He continued and the tears began welling up in my eyes.

Back up on the bed and spread your pussy lips as far apart as you can. 

Oh, I should admit that even as bad as it hurt with each thump, I could feel my juices dripping on my fingers as I held myself open for Him.  Damn pain slut pussy! 

When He finished, He wasn't angry but I knew He wasn't entirely happy, not even in the slightest. 

But the evening did end with hot, amazing sex and a wonderfully intense, mind blowing orgasm even though my pussy was so swollen He could barely get His cock in.

Somehow, I didn't even panic when He instructed me afterwards to use my fingers to retrieve and eat His cum from my pussy.  

 

Cold Fries and Cum: The Prelude

Thank you to one of my readers for requesting that I complete this story!  I never actually got back to writing what happened BEFORE the Cold Fries and Cum.  I meant to...had started it and deleted it several times.  Unfortunately, this was during my writing dry spell where I just had a problem finding the words for anything.  So here goes another try.

It was one of those rare late afternoons when we had the house all to ourselves.  Master was on the bed watching a football game.  Don't remember which one but I snuggled up to Him subtly suggesting a little action.  I wasn't quite prepared for His response and was a bit disappointed at first.

He insisted that I strip and lay there playing with myself while He watched the game. 

You are going to cum as many times as possible and you may not stop until I say so.

Being an object of someone's attention is usually quite hot, but I was not necessarily the object of His attention as much as I was merely a side show.  Being extremely horny though, I wasn't objecting (not that I could anyways).

Have you ever tried to enjoy yourself when someone isn't paying attention...and the game is blaring in the background?  I found out it wasn't as easy as it seemed but luckily, with the help of my never fail Magic Wand, I finally succumbed to several rockin' orgasms.  I would have been completely satisfied at this point, but the look on His face said you are no where near done. 

Get the clothespins and put them on your nipples.

Adding just that little extra stimulus and pain along with the vibrator brought about another couple of orgasms pretty quickly.

Now take one of the clothespins off as you cum.  Then the next time you get ready to cum again, put it back on.  Then do the same thing for the other nipple.

Wow...four more ouchie orgasms!  But really...the coordination it takes to put a clothespin on your nipple during an orgasm is a little baffling 

Take the clothespin off and go get something to put in your ass and pussy.

I hopped off the bed and fumbled around in our toy cabinet until I found the right dildo and a plug.  The plug I got was too small so He sent me back to the closet for a larger one.  Laying back on the bed, I inserted the plug and the dildo and went back to vibrating.  My body was already so exhausted and screaming to stop but I kept going as He wished, pressing my ass into the bed to make sure the plug stayed in.  Oh....I could even rock back and forth to feel it move just slightly in and out. 

With my left hand, I worked the dildo in and out of my pussy and with the right, I continued to vibrate.  The change in stimulus and the feeling of being so completely full was making me absolutely crazy easily led to several more orgasms.

During this time, I had been vaguely aware that Master was up and moving around the bedroom  He went to the closet and brought out both of the fuck machines.  He also pulled the restraints from underneath the bed.  As He assembled the fuck machines, I continued and the orgasms were now almost rolling from one into another.  I think this was the first time I had ever been pushed past that wall.  You know the one when you are so sensitive that you can't bear anything else touching you and you can't even think about getting off.  Now it was so sensitive that it was actually getting easier!

I was beginning to lose count when Master took the vibrator from my hands and mounted it onto a stand.  Carefully, He placed the head of the wand on my overly swollen clit and began strapping my legs spread eagle on the bed.  Just the act of being tied down caused my body to shudder uncontrollably under the vibrator again and again. Each orgasm now seemed to be forcibly escaping my body and the guttural sounds coming from me, I didn't even recognize as my own. 

My wrists are now cuffed and secured to bed above my head, and the plug still firmly embedded in my ass.  With my legs spread wide, He began to move the fuck machine into place so that it was now filling my pussy with each long stroke of the machine.  The second fuck machine was placed on the bed to the right side of my body with the arm extending towards my face.  He mounted a rather large dildo to the end and instructed me to roll my head over and take it in my mouth.  He turned it on, making sure that each stroke was going far enough into my mouth that it would touch the back of my throat but not quite enough to choke me. 

And with that, He announced that He was going to make Himself some dinner.  He closed and locked the door on His way out. 

Are you shitting me?!  He just left me here!  The humiliation of it ALL!! 

My stomach was growling, my body was tired, and I would have done anything to get up off my back.  As I laid there being pumped from both ends, it really bothered me that I had no idea how long He would be gone. 

Had He done this before I had 20 or so orgasms, it probably would have been much more enjoyable.

But eventually, my body couldn't deny the rhythmic strokes in my mouth and pussy.  The dildo in my mouth muffled any screams that were trying to escape as I came yet again...and then again even though my body had nothing left to give.

I heard the lock in the door and Master returned with some food...thankfully.  Or at least so I thought!  And well, you know the rest of the story:) 

          
 

 

 

Gotten Soft

Let me start by saying that I am so excited to be making my first post from my very own new laptop.  No more waiting on the computer to be available or having to hide away in the office.  I can now sit right here on the couch and type away!  Thank you, Master, for such an awesome Christmas present.  I think this greatly helps in my motivation to write.

So back to the reason for my post.  It's been a long while since having my ass spanked, much less a good frying. 

But apparently, Master read my last post and felt I was maybe overdue for one.  I did say that I missed them but He wasn't really supposed to hear that. 

Friday night, He walked out of my daughter's room with a handful of hangers and I knew I might have just overlooked getting those out of her closet.  Every weekend, I am to collect all the hangers from each closet and bring them to the laundry room so they are there when needed and not sitting empty and taking up space in the closets.

Damn....how could I have forgotten those!?  Was He looking for a reason to punish me? 

Get to the basement!

As scared as I was to see what He was going to do, I couldn't wipe the stupid grin of my face as He followed me to the basement.

Really...why could I not stop smiling?  I knew I was about to get into trouble.

Get your pants down!

I tried to talk my way out of it but it wasn't working.

Get your pants down NOW!

I pulled my pants down exposing my bare bottom and braced myself for what was to come as I heard the shuffle of the coat hangers as He picked the one He wanted.

He walked up behind me, instructed me to spread my legs, and delivered the first blow.  It was a cross between stingy and thuddy and left me cringing waiting on the next one.  There were 5 and then He stopped and walked back into the laundry room.  I pulled my pants back up rubbing my sore bottom. 

Did I tell you to pull your pants up?

Oh...geez (pulling them back down quickly)

This time, put your hands behind your head.

Five more swats and Damn, I don't remember it hurting so bad!

After He finished, He leaned close in to my face.

So you missed them, huh?  By the way, I read your blog today.  But next time, I won't use the plastic coat hanger.

Is that supposed to be a threat? 

Now let me just say, I am pretty sure I didn't mean for that to come out of my mouth, but oh yes...it did!  I was really serious though.  That damn coat hanger hurt so bad, I wasn't sure if He was trying to say be thankful you got that one or if He was somehow not happy with it is a spanking implement.

Nevertheless, I quickly realized my mistake when He returned with the wire coat hanger and delivered one very deliberate heavy swat that made me jump around like someone had just set fire to me. Ok, plastic really isn't so bad!

One thing I realized is without regular spankings, it's amazing how soft one can become.  I know my ass used to be able to take so much more than that. And I was just a wee bit out of shape for the hour long cock worshipping/sucking that followed said spanking.   


 

The Slut

She wonders who is crossing the room with her Master.  Is it a man or woman?  

Something tells her that it's a man, then she starts to listen to the sound of his breathing and is almost 100% sure.  She's also partly sure that she knows who it might be and that puts her at ease.  Her Master instructs him to take a seat on the couch while He provides a demonstration of the violet wand.  Making small talk about the different attachments and intensities, she thinks how smart He was to pick this toy.  Not only is it one of her favorites but it is sure to take her nervous and self-conscious mind to a different place.

Her palms are sweaty and because she can't move anything else, her fingers begin tracing little circles nervously on the massage table.  She hears the wand start up but still jumps when it first touches her leg.  As He continues moving it over her body, she focuses less on the fact that someone is watching and slowly lets the sensations wash over her.  She is in a good place, that is until He pauses the wand over her pussy, delivering a zap though her shorts strong enough to make her arch as far as her tied down body will allow and yell 'Owww!". Definitely too loud for a hotel room unless you want more visitors so He gives her a firm warning.  Despite her best effort to stay quiet, she yelps even louder the next time.

Now with the ball gag in place, He invites the visitor to come take charge of the wand for a moment. So many conflicting thoughts should be going through her mind, but she feels pretty relaxed and doesn't mind as the wand travels over her leg, around her pelvis, and finds it's way to her breasts. 

Once the wand is back in her Master's hands, she hears Him ask, "Could you remove that?".  Before she even realizes what He means, the thin little cut-off wife beater is being gently torn down the middle, allowing her tits to completely fall free.  With a little chuckle, she accepts her fate and reminds herself that she has proudly shown them all over the internet!

It wasn't long though before she felt hands on bare flesh...different hands than she is used to.  Her mind is so lost as her nipples are massaged to stiff peaks and she can't even be certain but thought clamps might have just been put on her.  She realizes later, when they come off that they are, in fact, the clovers.   

Funny that her nipples didn't hurt, but her big hoop earrings were becoming rather uncomfortable getting caught between her neck and the table so she kindly asks Master to remove them, not thinking that her request would come at at price.  You asked for something...now I am expect something in return.  Using scissors, He cut her shorts up each side, leaving just a thin piece of fabric over her pussy.

As He resumes playing with the wand, He sees how she is desperately struggling to retain her covering (and dignity), refusing to move her lower body too much.  He uses the wand to zap her inner thighs over and over, laughing and commenting when she finally gets the message to spread her legs wider.   She now realizes that the last piece of fabric has fallen away and is no longer protecting her.  

Then the vibrators!  Oh God the vibrators!  Really it is almost more than she can bear but certainly takes her mind off being exposed.  The two men work her with the Hitachi on the outside and a smaller one on the inside.  She knows she is dripping wet, but doesn't care and is absolutely dying to cum.  They refuse to let her though, stopping every time she gets close.  Apparently, she was wrong in ever thinking that it would be difficult getting off in front of someone else.  Under the right circumstances and given the chance, she most definitely could! 

Now, she hears her Master shuffling around trying to move the fuck machine onto the table.  She thinks it's His visitor's hands that are on her again, this time spreading her open for the extra large dildo attached to the machine.  As it begins to move in and out of her slowly and rhythmically, the visitor moves her right hand and places it on his dick so that she could feel it bulging through his pants.

The caged slut begins to emerge from whatever deep recess she was banished to so long ago and  responds without hesitation, immediately taking his cock in her mouth when he untied her hands.   Shifting her head over to the side of the table, he continues to fuck her face.  One would think that she would have flinched or fought it at this point, but no...not her.

She still didn't fight it as her legs were untied and she was led off the table to kneel at his feet.  She continued sucking while her Master knelt down beside her and spanked her ass and pussy with a switch.  Not only was she moaning and gagging on the cock in front of her but she was flooding with wetness and desperately wanting more.   

She had found complete acceptance in her position and quite possibly...finally found her sub-space!

And as usual, despite all her previous reservations, the way her body responded told her dark secret.  Not only did she accept it, but she was thoroughly enjoying it!






 





        





 

When You Ask For Attention

Last night we made some updates to my rules, I presented my new mantra, and then Master explained a new little "game" that begins tonight.  It's not really a game...I just don't know what else to call it.    

Below is a picture of 3 bags:



Bag 1- contains the 5 slips of paper each labeled with tits, nipples, ass, clit, or pussy



Bag 2- contains 30 slips of paper each labeled with a different spanking implements.

Bag 3- contains slips of paper labeled with numbers (in multiples of 5) between 35 and 100.

Until He tires of this game, each day I will draw one slip from each bag and that will be the "activity of the day". 

Just to clarify, this was NOT really the attention I was hoping for when we talked the other night.  And I really wondering how some of the larger implements are going to actually spank such a small target like a clit. 

Why do Doms have a wonderful way of listening and then coming up with some devious plan to make you wish you had never said anything?

Nevertheless, I really am going to try and keep an open mind and tell myself...this could be fun...this could be fun...

But just in case it's not, wish me luck cause I just might need it! 

UPDATE: Just pulled "Tits" "Coat Hanger" and "80"...yep need luck!




Mission Incomplete

Well, I gave it my best but fell short by 9.

Today...it was just not happening. For one, we were busy taking care stuff around the house.  But mainly, I was so exhausted and sore from overdosing on orgasms yesterday, I could have cared less about another single one today.  Pretty much most of the day...not a tingle...nothing...nada!

After we got home from errands and before we started cooking dinner, He took me upstairs and used my mouth and ass for His own pleasure.  It wasn't until He got what He needed and left me wanting that little miss puss decided to wake up and want some for herself.  Again, Mr. Hitachi saved the day and helped me take care of business twice.  But these were the only two and then she went back into hibernation. 

Admitting that I cannot do something is absolutely the worse for me and as much as I hated to do it, I finally admitted that He was right all along.  I told Him there was no way I could get to 50 before the end of today.  He asked if I could accept that and I wholeheartedly accepted my defeat, fully expecting some form of horrible punishment.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when He explained that there was no punishment for failure in this.  He only intended it to be a challenge! 

For once though, I am not beating myself up for failure.  I know I gave it my all and that's all I can do!


 

Flipped Your Crap Lately?

Nope...this is definitely not a post about scat play. This is a just a pretty humorous account of a day in the life of our crazy home and my attempt to stay calm under all circumstances. "Flipping your crap" was a cute little phrase my teenager used one day and it just kinda stuck.  So whenever anyone in our family gets mad or upset, we giggle and ask if they "flipped their crap". 

Now, we all have THOSE days, right?  The ones where everything seems to spinning out of control in a world of chaos, everyone is pulling at you from different directions, and you just want to hide from it all.

Yesterday was definitely one of those days, and had I been the old me, I would have definitely "flipped my crap" and regretted it.  That is, my ass would have regretted it. 

Maybe I am a little hormonal this week but it really seemed the stress of work, kids, dogs, and everything else was making me a bit crazy.  OK..more like ALOT crazy. 

My younger daughter was in the most horrible mood, pissed at the world for pretty much everything and most of all for having to do homework.  As she huffed, puffed, and pushed her papers around all over the kitchen, I calmly kept cleaning the dinner dishes staring out the window wishing to God for a moment's peace and quiet. 

If I said anything, it was probably going to spew like poison coming from a witch's tongue so I thought it best to keep my mouth shut and keep scrubbing that same damn pot!

My thoughts were soon distracted by my daughter who had now decided to calm herself down..."MOM! Can you help me?" whinny voice

Me:  "Sure, what do you need help with?" so calm I wondered if it was in fact me speaking

Dogs: Scratching at the door to go outside.

Me:  Sure dogs, I will take your f'ing assess out!

Older daughter: "MOM! Will you listen to my presentation?"

Me: "Sure, after I finish helping your sister."  still calm but choking on my words

Dog: Chewing on the dining room table leg

Me:  Walking over to make her stop.  WTF is going on here today!

Younger daughter: "Mom, will you fix me a snack?"

Me: "Sure, is there anything else you need?" Yep...my sanity just left the building!  But it keeps on...

Older daughter: "MOM!  Listen to this other paragraph I just wrote."

Me: I just love when the two girls are playing a game of tag team with my attention!! 

Dog: Now gnawing on the base board.

Me:  Hiding in the bathroom to take a one minute pee.  Whatever you do...stay calm...STAY CALM and DON'T FLIP YOUR CRAP!

Younger daughter: Bursts in the door. "Look at this video on YouTube"

Me: Still sitting on the toilet, "Holy Cow...can I NOT even take a pee!"

Dog: Under the table ripping up papers from my daughter's book bag.

Phone rings: In-laws are dropping by!! Geez...is this night ever going to end???!!!

Knock at the door:  Dogs going crazy, barking, and trying to run out the front door.  Mother-in-law tries to catch the puppy, falls and tears up her knees, hands, and face in our front bushes!! 

Me: Can I just start crying now??

Finally, after the evening calms down and we are getting ready to go to bed... 

Master: "Are you OK?"

Me: "I'm fine"  Yeah, believe that!

Me:  Finally thinking of something respectful to say..."Maybe I should have just come and asked you for help."

Master: "Yes, maybe you should have.  I wasn't doing anything...just laying in bed."

Me: Me and my ass know better than to say anything!


So, what has made you lose your cool recently or how have you successfully managed to not to lose your cool?  I would love to hear your story!

Bitten by a Dragon

 

 

Recently, Master and I attended a dungeon demonstration.  Before leaving we stopped in the "toy" store and His eye was quickly drawn to this fun little instrument.  It's called a Dragon Tooth, and I'm not really sure what makes it different from a Dragon Tail or a Dragon Tongue except maybe the material it's made out?   

It's about 30 inches long including the handle and the shaft is a not so flexible piece of twisted rubber coming to a thin point at the end.

Just looking at this toy as it hung there on the rack was intimidating and since bringing it home and incorporating it into our play, I have since developed a love/hate relationship with it.

The tip of can deliver a delicious stinging bite if the stroke is quick and sharp, the feeling similar to that of being snapped with a towel.  I love, love, love the feeling of Master playing this across my back and ass, sending tingles down my legs and other places.  Instantly, perfect red triangular marks appear which are always most pleasing to Master and always make me feel a little proud. 

However, I do tend to get a bit nervous once He tells me to turn around so He can play with my tits.  Several times this week, He pulled it out to practice specifically on my nipples.  Yeah me! 

Holy Hell...it hurts and DAMMIT for super-sensitive nipples!!

Oh...but the other day, Master found another way to inflict torment with the Dragon Tooth once my nipples have had enough.  Using the broader area above the tip, He struck at the sides of my tits, delivering more of a hard slap, as opposed to the sting. 

The evil grin on His face and the growing bulge inside His pants showed me just how much He was enjoying Himself while alternating blows to the outside of each tit and watching intently as each strike caused my tit to rise and then fall back into place. 

Just when I thought He was done, He walked up to me, grabbed my pony tail with one hand, and yanked my head backwards.  My knees instantly buckled slightly and my back was arched so that my tits automatically thrust into the air.  With the other hand, He brought the hard rubber shaft of the Dragon Tooth down squarely across both tits and nipples at the same time.

"Oh, I think my little slut likes this", He said as another blow landed across my chest and another and then another.  And the truth is, I am a little slut that liked it.   

Also, I would love to hear what toy it is that you love to hate or hate to love.
 

Today's Lunch Special: Warm Buns!

Since Master and I only work about 10 minutes from each other, we meet for lunch almost every day.  This has pretty much become a ritual for us since developing our D/s relationship.  For years, we worked close together but both of us content to exist in our separate little worlds and spend our lunch breaks with co-workers. 

Now, it's become this special part of our day to re-connect, talk, and just enjoy some alone time which is so very rare for us.  Some days we visit our favorite restaurant, some days he eats at my office or I eat at His, and sometimes we take our food and sit in the car at the park just down the road.

Today I heated our food and He picked me up, only this time we ended up not at the park but at the parking deck behind His office.  Hmmm...I thought.  This was suspicious.  We usually don't fool around during lunch...just not enough time and never a private enough spot.  I would soon find our today would be different!

We have both been at our wits end the last month or so.  Life has been really busy and thrown us a few curve balls recently, leaving us with too little time together, almost no play time, and certainly not enough sex.  Honestly, I think we both suffered a severe "drop" after having the two weeks alone together over the summer and are still struggling to recover.  Not being able to have that time and connection on a more regular basis has kept us both completely frustrated.

Anyways, I digress.

We both finish eating our food and He moves the car into the fairly deserted parking deck and pulls into a space in a dimly lit corner.  Immediately, He says "take off your clothes now!"  I feel my heart skip a beat and the little flip flop in my stomach as I quickly slide my heels off, unbutton my blouse, and slip out of my skirt.  Undressing is so much easier when you don't have a bra and underwear to deal with:)

He asks me for the hairbrush that is supposed to be in my purse at all times and tells me to move to back seat of the super duper pimp mobile, otherwise known as a mini-van.  Hey...at least it has tinted windows! 

He already has the middle seats down in the stow-and-go compartments so there is plenty of room as I make my way to the bench seat in the back.  He also climbs into the back and sits down in the middle of the seat.  Without any hesitation, He tells me to lay across His lap and I now understand His intention.  I lay my completely naked body across His suit pants and a little spasm ripples down my legs when I hear Him say, "I need this as much as you do".

Alternating between cheeks, each blow of the unforgiving plastic hairbrush lands with a thud on my ass delivering a sting so intense I can't force myself to relax.  He realizes that my body is fighting  "letting go" so He continues to paddle me faster and harder, coaxing and whispering "just let it go".   I lost count, but my best guess it that somewhere around 100 is when the tears began to well up and spill down my face one by one.  He continues until a steady stream was flowing.      

He pulls me up and into His lap, kissing me and fondling my body with one hand and pulling fistfuls of my hair with the other. My body can't help but respond to His frenzy and feeling the firmness bulging through His pants, I kneel down at His feet, unzip His pants, and free His cock so I can take it in mouth.

After several minutes of feeling like we are crazy kids again and can't keep our hands off each other, He decides it best if we save the rest for the evening so I get dressed, straighten my hair, and wipe the mascara stains from my face. 

Riding back to the office, my thoughts drift to how amazing that something so simple as a spanking re-centers you and puts your world back into a certain harmony and balance. 

With a smile on my face, I return to my work day quite stress-free and peaceful. 

He, on the other hand, was definitely suffering from a nice case of blue balls.  

Never Forget the Hairbrush or Ruler

Yesterday, after spending several sexually frustrating days out of town on our family vacation, we are driving home and can't even carry on an adult conversation with the little ears in the back seat listening to every word we say. 

As I am sitting in the passenger seat gazing off in the distance, my phone vibrates and Master had just sent me a text...from the driver's seat.  It reads, "get a pen and paper and in 1 minute name 10 different things that you can be paddled with, not including things like floggers, switches, crops". 

I find my pen and paper and quickly start trying to come up with my list.  Quite obviously my memory, or imagination. is still on vacation because I can only come up with about five things. 

Now, in my defense, I would actually like to blame it on the fact that even just in that one minute, my youngest daughter asked me at least two different questions, completely disrupting my concentration. 

Nonetheless, Master was not pleased with my incomplete list and quickly reminded me of the two that I never should have forgotten, especially since one of them I am required to carry in my purse at all times. 

When we got home and settled in, not only did I get a thorough spanking with each of the first 5 implements on the list below, but He set aside a special spanking later in the evening for two very specific ones I had forgotten. 

So, my suggestion is...if you ever find yourself trapped in a car with your very sexually frustrated sadistic Dom, and are asked to provide a list of padding implements, please pay very close attention to the following list:

1) Wooden Spoon - Balsa
2) Wooden Spoon - Bamboo
3) Slotted Wooden Spoon
4) Thick Heavy Slotted Spoon - This thing is very heavy and about 1 inch thick. 
5) Spatula
6) Ping Pong Paddle
7) Flip Flop
8) Leather Paddle
9) RULER!
10) HAIRBRUSH!

Never...ever...forget the RULER or the HAIBRUSH!! 

Unless waking up with a bruised ass is your thing!!