"Sock" It to Me

It's been quite a while since I felt the sting of Heron's disappointment and the humiliation of being punished. 

Thankfully, punishments are rare these days.  Typically for us, a stern warning here and there goes a long way towards righting the ship that is beginning to steer off course.      

But there was this one thing...

You know how inevitably, one sock out of a pair always gets lost in the laundry? 

Somehow between the washer and dryer one of them just...disappears!

Well, we have been experiencing a slightly different phenomenon in our house but still relating to socks.  It's more like one never makes it to the laundry. Almost every time single time I scoop up dirty clothes, I manage to leave ONE sock behind on the floor.  And even though I feel like I double check myself all the time, it has continued to happen.

Heron has been quite patient with it, sometimes even joking about how it's now like my little "signature".  But I also knew the underlying message, in a gently way of course, was to correct the problem. 

Well, I was out with my daughter the other day when I received a text message from Him with this picture attached.

And the words...SOMEONE IS IN TROUBLE.

Now the last couple of months, Heron has been dealing with a medical issue which means life for the most part has been, well just that...life.  He ended up having minor surgery just a little over a month ago and I am happy to say He has recovered nicely.   

But that text message definitely signaled that He was getting back on the horse and ready to deal with any lack of focus on my part.

It was several days before He actually had the time to follow through on any punishment.  And like a kid, I tried extra hard those few days, hoping He might put it out of His mind. 

Nope...that didn't happen. 

The other night He told me it was time to deal with some business.  He ordered me to remove all my clothes and kneel in the middle of the bedroom floor.

Nothing had even happened yet and tears were already welling up in my eyes. As I knelt there, looking at the floor, He asked me if I understood why I was being punished.  I understood perfectly.  Didn't stop me from being angry and disappointed.   

I felt sure that my punishment would come in the form of a paddling but Heron always does know how to surprise me. 

As I knelt there, He walked away for a moment and returned with a sock.  Yes, one of His dirty socks!

Bet you can guess where that sock went!

If you guessed in my mouth, well then, you would be correct.

As He sat back on the chest at the end of our bed and folded His arms, I felt the increasing weight of His stare as I continued to keep my eyes on the floor.  Tears rolled down my cheeks and my mouth was humiliatingly full of smelly dirty sock.  And while I couldn't stand that my actions had made this necessary, I could feel the anger and disappointment fading away and the humility seeping back into my soul.  

The Long Night and the Girl at the Club

Continued from Primed for the Night: this slave's account of being loaned for the weekend...

Even though her eyes were downcast, she could feel the weight of their stares as she walked, guided by the leash, into the club following behind the Mistress.  The club was still part of the clothing optional resort but it seemed everyone else chose to wear clothes, making her keenly aware of her condition.

Just to the right, after walking through the door, was a small little area with a couple of couches and a stripper pole in between.  The Mistress removed the leash and insisted on seeing her dance.  Again, this was something she had never done before and didn't even know how to begin working the pole.

When it became obvious that she had no idea what to do, the Mistress hopped on the platform, wrapped her hand around the pole and showed her a few sexy moves. The two woman briefly danced around the pole together before the Mistress stepped back down, letting the slave take back over. 

The slave couldn't help but notice that while they had been tucked away fairly alone, others were starting filter over to that area and watch.  She wasn't sure how well she was dancing but she was having fun. And the only unfortunate part was that the plug she was wearing had become quite distracting, threatening to pop out every single time she squatted or bent over.

Moving on to the bar and main dance floor area, the slave stood close by the Mistress but was quickly sent away to ask the DJ specifically for stripper music.  She wasn't in danger of having to strip since she was already not wearing clothes but the Mistress had her remain on the dance floor.  Alone on the dance floor, with plenty of people watching from the bar, she began seductively dancing as the Mistress demanded.

The Mistress began sending her to find men sitting alone and had her dance for them. Some of the men appreciated the show, while others did their best to look away.  This made her even more self-conscious and uncomfortable.

Then came an unexpected task for the evening.  As the Mistress said the words, the slave almost couldn't believe what she was hearing. She would not be allowed to go to sleep that night until she had brought two men to orgasm.  

After the slave had danced for several men, the Mistress made her first move to initiate something more.  As she was dancing for one man in particular, the Mistress introduced her as "cum slut".  He was so confused and could not understand the name he had heard.  Both women tried to explain several times what the slave was.

But when the Mistress asked the man if he wanted his dick sucked, he didn't hesitate for a moment.  Moving outside the club near the pool, before the slave could suck his cock, she was expected to beg for it.

What she realized in that moment is that it is one thing to be commanded to do something, even if it is humiliating.  It is quite another to actively participate in one's own humiliation and degradation. 

She knelt down on the concrete, scraping her knees, and took his cock in her mouth.  As it hardened,  the Mistress grabbed the back of her head, forcing her up and down on it in an effort to make her gag.

After only a few minutes, the Mistress stopped her.  It was as if she enjoyed leaving the man with blue balls. The slave was made to find someone else.  Once again, the slave had to beg, and once again another cock was in her mouth.    

With the Mistress affording each man very little time, and emotionally toying with them as much as she was the slave, it wasn't until the third guy that the slave was finally rewarded for her efforts and swallowed her first of two loads.  What the slave didn't know at the time was this man had heard from a friend about "the girl at the club" and had raced down purposely seeking her services.

Making their way inside the second club on the property, the slave and Mistress danced together.  Coincidentally, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun began playing.  It was a song that they had sung karaoke at a different place and time.  Even though she was still leashed, the slave and Mistress laughed and danced in the crowded room like a couple of young girls.

How quickly things took a turn.

They made their way to a pair of couches and yet another stripper pole.  Only this time, instead of the pole being tucked away in the corner, it was the focal point of the room.  She was again made to pole dance, only this time, she tried not to look out and notice the sea of people watching. Thankfully, the plug that had restricted her movements before had been removed and she was able to move about gracefully.

The Mistress caught her eye and made her turn and face the crowd.  The slave was ordered to play with herself.  Burning under the lights and the stares of dozens of men and women, the slave closed her eyes, leaned back against the pole and began touching herself.

It had only been a few moments when the Mistress signaled her over to where she was sitting.  She was told to lay over the Mistress's lap.  With her ass in the air, the slave was paddled in front of the entire club.

Pointing to the men sitting on the adjacent couch, she was made to choose a cock to suck. Walking over to the sofa, she chose the man sitting to the far left and begged to please him. He unzipped his pants and the slave took his cock in her mouth.   

Even as the man was enjoying her pleasure, the Mistress made the slave stop.  Only this time, instead of sending her to another man, the Mistress ordered the slave back over to her.  She ordered the slave to kneel between her legs.  Lowering her head, she pleasured the Mistress knowing all eyes in the room were on them.

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When they all returned to the condo, the slave asked to check in with her Master as it was late and they hadn't spoken since she arrived.  Walking outside where it was quiet, she heard the sound of his voice and all of the the emotions she had suppressed throughout her ordeal threatened to burst forth.  Her voice trembled when he asked her if she was alright.

She tried to assure him that she was okay but the quiver in her voice said otherwise.  She let her Master know the night had been more intense than she had anticipated and she was exhausted from the demands of the past seven hours.

The Mistress came outside and sat down on the step beside her.  Her Master and the Mistress began conversing on speaker phone. And as the Mistress began telling her Master the things she had been doing, she made the slave affirm each statement  The slave could barely answer "Yes, Ma'am", as she wilted with each question.

Before the Mistress ended her conversation, she let the Master know the slave was still not done completing her obligations for the night.  She reminded the slave that she was required to make two men cum before she could go to bed and she wasn't done with her task. She let the slave know that she was going to have to go into the living room and please the two men staying there.  Fatigued and defeated, the slave whimpered "Yes, Ma'am".

She hung up the phone and walked into the living room to please the men waiting there.
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Thirty minutes later, she stumbled into the Mistress's bedroom anticipating sleep but the Mistress and her boyfriend had other ideas. The slave doesn't remember how many times she came.  She was used for their pleasure for nearly two more hours.

Nyghtbird-The Girl at the Club (photo taken by the Mistress)

 
      

Primed for the Night

Continued from Initiation of Cum Slut: this slave's account of being loaned for a weekend...

After returning from dinner, the slave prepared and served drinks.  She had learned very quickly how to properly present in this situation as the Mistress is very particular about protocol.  Kneeling with her arms outstretched and above her head, the Mistress accepted the drink from the slave's hands and then requested the large duffel bag of toys that had been packed and sent with the slave by her Master.  The Mistress seemed quite pleased as she opened the bag and looked over the assortment of goodies.  Settling on the 3 layer leather slapper, she instructed the slave to stand and bend over.   

There were several other men sitting close by, watching. Since she had already been punished in front them earlier, there wasn't much shock in being completely exposed and spanked in front of them now.  The first few swats stung only a little.  Then the Mistress told her to bend all the way over, touching her hands to the ground.  Still wearing the very high heels, this was a bit difficult but she managed by to touch her finger tips to the ground by bending her knees slightly.  Each swat to her ass was harder than the previous.  As the leather landed lower down where the skin was stretched tight across the back of her legs just under her cheeks, it took her breath away. She yelped and crumpled to the ground when one well placed slap caught her directly between the legs.  The tears instantly flowed.

She could barely get back into position when ordered to do so.  The Mistress had found her weakness that quickly.  Pussy spanking is almost unbearable for her.  After a moment, she resumed her position but braced herself for the next set.  With trembling legs, she was instructed to turn around, this time facing the Mistress. Again, the Mistress honed in on her weakness.  "You like having your nipples slapped, don't you?"

She answered truthfully, "No, Ma'am".  

She was instructed to put her arms behind her, arch her back to push her breasts out, and tilt her head back.  The Mistress stood to her right side and used the slapper, hitting each of her nipples over and over again.  Every time her body instinctively pulled forward to protect her breasts, the Mistress scolded her and demanded she pull her head back again to expose her breasts.  The Mistress began taunting her, demanding to hear swear words. 

The slave's mind was reeling at this point.  Not only is she typically forbidden from cursing, but she also knows that she can only process pain when she is quiet and stoic.  Almost unable to form words, she continued to endure the leather as long as she could.

The Mistress kept on until the tears turned to sobs and finally the flood gate of swear words broke free.  She was cursing, pleading, and begging for the Mistress to stop.  And upon hearing the words she wanted to hear, the blows ceased.. As the slave stood still crying and shaking, the Mistress began gently wiping the tears from her face and assuring her that her tears were wanted. 

After asking permission to use the restroom, she was alone for a minute trying to compose herself and thought how, again, this was a first for her. Accepting pain is simply an act of submission, and never before had anyone else, besides her Master, pushed her limits of pain tolerance.

The Mistress stopped her at some point a little while later when she was in the bedroom and acknowledged that she could be tough and demanding.  But even more important, she wanted the slave to know that at any point she needed a break, she need only say so as long as it was communicated between just them and not in front of anyone.  It was a sweet moment because despite how hard her limits were pushed, the slave understood that neither wanted to put their friendship in jeopardy.

It couldn't have been but a few minutes later, while she was kneeling on the patio, that the Mistress instructed her to move towards one of the men, the Mistress's boyfriend, and was ordered to take his cock in her mouth.  After a few minutes the Mistress stopped her and pointed to one of the other men, only this this time, she had to beg for his cock.  Her mind went blank.

It was one thing to beg for her Master's cock, but someone she barely knew, that was a different situation all together.  Lucky for her, he gave in pretty quickly, sparing her further embarrassment.  As she moved around to the third man, he would not be so easily persuaded.  She pleaded, letting the man know how bad she wanted it and was rewarded.  This experience had been, by far, the biggest challenge for her so far that night.

Each cock had only received a few minutes of attention before the Mistress stopped her.  She was still kneeling as the Mistress petted her and brought her face up close to her own, lips parted. 

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes, Ma'am" the slave quickly answered.  Secretly, she had wondered what this moment would be like since the day they had met a couple years ago.

But the Mistress's response caught the slave off guard.  "Do you really expect me to kiss that mouth after it's been on all those cocks?".

The slave flushed.  Nothing like a little added dose of humiliation.

The slave offered to go brush her teeth and upon returning was finally allowed to kiss the Mistress.

The evening was growing late and there had been talk of going to the nightclub on the property. The Mistress changed into a short, tight black party dress.  Kneeling on the floor, the slave slid the heels onto the Mistress's feet.

The chosen outfit for the slave was something the Master had packed and is one of His favorite outfits. It is a merely a bunch of straps and nothing else. Each strap accentuating the slave's body...and her nakedness.    

actual outfit-photo previously taken by Heron

Still wearing her heels, tweezer clamps with bells adorned her nipples, and she was filled with a butt plug.

Before the group left, the Mistress explained the rules for the rest of the night.

-You will only refer to me only as Mistress
-You will only refer to yourself only as cum slut
-You will keep your eyes lowered and not speak unless I tell you otherwise
-You will walk one step behind me at all times.

With that, the pink leash was clasped to the ring at the neck of her outfit, and she was led out the door for what would surely be a night never forgotten...

And The Torment Begins...

A few months back, Heron had instructed me to order a dildo of a particular variety.  I've mentioned this dildo in passing couple times, but out of embarrassment, I've avoided going into further detail. But I figure at this point, what the heck...it's just a dildo, right?

So here goes...

I was to buy one resembling...ahem...a dog cock.  Well, at the time, I was absolutely horrified but I finally got up the nerve and found one online called the Wolfman. It maybe wasn't exactly what He had in mind but it did fit His criteria. A suitable compromise in my mind I thought.

Over the past few months, this is pretty much the only one He has allowed me to use.  You know...to add to the whole humiliation factor. Somehow I think He was oddly, but pleasantly, surprised and fascinated by the fact that I didn't mind using it. 

What can I say?  It's huge!  And it didn't take long to realize that the shape didn't really matter but the size sure did! 
 
Well, today, I was to meet Heron at His office for lunch.  But I also was given special instructions to bring "wolfie" as He likes to call it.

Behind the locked door of His 10th floor office, we ate our lunch and then shortly thereafter He asked if I had brought what He told me to.  I retrieved it from my bag, and set it on His desk.  He pulled a ruler out of His drawer, measuring off two inches.  That is all I would be allowed to have.

After telling me to stand and get undressed, He walked around the desk and sat down in the chair where I had just been sitting. He's such a sight in His business attire. It never fails to make me a bit weak.

I was keenly aware of people in nearby offices but when He motioned to the floor, I knew this was the signal to lay down and get to business.

I worked the measly little 2 inches into my pussy wishing more than anything I could have more. But that would not be the case, and in the end, my efforts would be futile anyways. As discussed in my last post, there will be no pleasure for me..

He sat watching with the biggest grin on His face which was a bit unnerving.  I couldn't help but ask, "Why the big grin?Why are you enjoying this so much?"

I wanted to be mad at His reply but He looked too damn handsome. He reached down, taking the dildo from my hands and continued working it in and out, remaining mindful of the two inch limit He imposed.

I'm enjoying this...because you can't!  

One Hell of a Kinky Week

The natural ebb and flow of this dynamic is something I have come to understand and try to appreciate.  In fact, sometimes after weeks like this, I welcome the ebb.  But for now, we are happily enjoying the flow of things. 

I almost don't even know where to start...afraid my memory will start to get fuzzy before I have a chance to write it all down.  I had been spanked, edged, toyed with and used in so many ways, particularly for the last two days.  But let me start with the what happened this morning.

Holy smokes! It's been next to never since we actually got really kinky in the morning.  In fact, that might have never happened....EVER! Morning sex or blowjobs occasionally, but neither of us are morning people. Morning are usually spent running around trying to get ready for work during the week and soccer games on the weekend.  But let's just say I am certainly capable of being a kinky little slut any time of the day apparently.

Our eldest had already headed out for the day and I had just returned from dropping the munchkin off.  I came home to find Daddy making me breakfast.  What a wonderful treat and I commented on the amount of food.  He simply replied, You will be needing it.  Well, didn't that sound promising and a bit scary!

I excused myself and went upstairs to shower but by the time I came out, He had set up quite the scene in our bedroom with some of the workout equipment.  I have blogged about this pull up tower a couple times before.  Once again, it was front and center.  Oh...so many possibilities with this piece of equipment. Yet very few have actually involved working out:) 

Underneath the tower was a weight bench.  He stood intently, strapping the Hitachi onto the stand and told me to get a towel and lay it down on the weight bench and then lay down on it.



I went off to the closet, returning with the towel in hand, laid it across the bench and then laid down on my back, with my head positioned under the tower and my legs outstretched and hanging off the end.  He placed a chair at the end of the bench, just far enough away so that I could prop my feet on the arms of the chair.  Then, He proceeded to "strap" me down to the bench with rope just underneath my tits and a cloth belt around my midsection.

While He plundered through drawers and the toy cabinet looking for everything else He needed, I tried to relax. You know, years ago, when we would play around with any kind of bondage, the waiting used to frustrate me to no end, really would ruin the whole experience.  I was pretty impatient.  But I find myself really enjoying the anticipation now.  For me, it's part of the experience and I get lost in watching Him concentrate on getting everything just right.

Before long, He placed a spreader bar across the arms of the chair.  After putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles, He tied my legs wide open on the spreader bar and tied my arms to the side bars of the tower.  I was thinking oh....what fun this is going to be.  Spreader bar...Hitachi...must be my lucky day.  Really...one might think I would know better by now!! There's always more to it than just that.

I didn't even mind seeing the clover clamps come out or even having them attached to my nipples.  Well, that is until He attached them to rope...

...then dropped the rope over the top bar of the tower...

...then tied the rope to the middle of the spreader bar.

As Daddy positioned the Hitachi so that it was humming directly on my clit, He must have seen the look of panic on my face and calmly reassured me He had no intentions of pulling on the rope at all.

He flicked off the bedroom light, lit a couple of candles, and with that evil (but oh so adorable look) in His eye, He walked over and gently slid the chair out from under my legs.

With my legs suspended in mid-air, it all became so very clear.

No...He wasn't going to do anything to my nipples.  I WAS!!

Standing back with His arms folded, He watched me struggle to hold my position, desperate not to lower my legs, desperate not to pull on my nipples.  After a few minutes, my stomach and legs muscles started to burn and my whole body trembled.  I was so thankful when He kindly offered a reprieve.  All I had to do was ask for a rest.  But trying to prove that I could hold out, I waited a couple more minutes and then asked for Him to put the chair back. 

What I didn't realize was that there was a consequence for granting my request.  It only took a few smacks to the underside of my feet with the crop and I was bucking wildly, begging for Him to stop, willing to risk torturing my own nipples. 

He was all too glad to remove the chair at my request, but again, I could only hold my position so long.  This pattern repeated a couple more times, until He finally told me that if I wanted it all to stop, I only needed to cum for Him. Unfortunately, at this point, I was so over-stimulated, the Hitachi had become just a mere distraction. 

Knowing that I would need more, I begged for Him to use a dildo on me, which is exactly the added humiliation He had hoped for.  Stuffing it first in my mouth to get it wet, He then worked slowly inside me and then sped up the pace.  It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I had not only one but two really intense orgasms.  I had no idea how hard I was pulling against my nipples, and didn't care until the final ripples of my pleasure had subsided.  Then, the aching and cramping I felt all over my body was almost more than I could stand.   

Returning the chair back under my feet, He began the slow process of untying me.  Before letting me up, He pushing the dildo back in my mouth, insisting that I lick it clean and then told me to go lay in the bed and rest.

I laid there and couldn't help but admire the deep mark left where the rope had held me firmly in place.  Snuggling over on my side, I watched as He meticulously put everything away.  My body was hurting and exhausted but my mind was completely at peace.

What a way to start the day!!   

 

The Last Ten

Since today was election day, the kids were out of school. Naturally, that meant their friends had to sleep over last night.   Apparently, it was shaping up to be another night of no privacy for Heron and I, but it's that time of month for me anyways. 

Well at about 9:00, my younger daughter and all her friends decided they wanted big sister to take them to the ice cream shop down the road.  Cold as it's been, beats the hell out me why they would want to do that, but who's complaining?  It got them out of the house for a little bit. 

Heron wasted no time in sending me to fetch two very specific dildos and while He sat in front of the TV in our bedroom blasting heads off zombies, I was to kneel down beside His chair with the dildos upright on the floor and practice my oral techniques.  While humiliating on so many levels, I did as He requested and was excited when He released me to get my Hitachi.     

Now, as He continued playing His game, I was given permission to pleasure myself.  Before even the last spasm of my orgasm shook through my body, He insisted "Again".  The second one took a little longer but was even more powerful than the first.  Feeling perfectly relaxed and content, I would have been happy to stop at this point, but then He told me to continue until He said otherwise. 

I will admit, multiples never happen for me without the Hitachi.  But even still, I have to stop for a few minutes in between each otherwise I get completely over-stimulated.  That damn thing is one of God's gift to women I tell you.  Unless of course you are being tortured with it.  LOL

After about 30 minutes or so, the kids got back home and by that time, I was up to 5.  I thought that was pretty impressive considering how difficult it was to concentrate with the sound of guns blasting and zombie slaying happening only a few feet away.   

Obviously, now that the kids were back home, private time was over so after turning the game off, He leaned over me and asked me had I gotten to ten yet.   

Starting to get up from the floor, I told Him I had gotten to five.  He opened our bedroom door, turned the handle so it would be locked and told me I owed Him ten. 

I tried to question thinking He meant I owed Him a total of ten. But no, He clearly meant an additional ten.  Any meager efforts to protest fell on deaf ears as He left the room telling me to come get Him when I was finished. 

Normally, I might rush to judgement and feel a bit put off thinking that He was just leaving me to entertain myself so that He didn't have to.  But I understood His intention with leaving and that was to make sure the kids stayed away. 

Now, I'm certainly not going to complain because 15 orgasms is absolutely better than NONE and I am smart enough to know where complaining will get me.  And I do really love my Hitachi. 

But in all honesty, I would take one orgasm with Him over 15 with the Hitachi, any day.  

In the end, it took almost an additional hour to finish the last ten I owed Him and I was a bit embarrassed when He came in the room and looked over at the pile of soaked towels...because that's something else only the Hitachi can do!

Was there a coherent thought left in my head?

Um, not a chance!!   

And even if I had wanted to be upset for how bad my neck and arm were cramping, I didn't have one ounce of energy to care about anything except maybe falling flat on my face and going to sleep.

Have I Made My Point?

Friday night, as I was enjoying the taste and feel of Him on my lips, He began questioning me about the bathroom floor. There wasn't much I could say except to admit that I hadn't cleaned it.  It wasn't that I had been neglectful or forgetful.  I just hadn't done it yet that day. But it was too late.  He had already seen it and taken care of it Himself.   
 
He informed me that the next day I would be cleaning it, every inch of it, with my tongue.  AND I would do so completely naked and lying flat on my stomach on the cold tile.

Oh, this didn't sit well with me.  I continued working to please Him with my mouth but my mind was reeling.  I don't know what bothered me more, the form of punishment or the timing of it as we were supposed to most of Saturday alone together. 

Why did He put me off tonight, with promises of play tomorrow, only then to decide to punish me? 

After He found His relief and lay drifting off to sleep, I was left even more frustrated and upset with questions swirling around in my head. When I tried to ask Him something specific related to this punishment, He just said we would talk about it the next day.  Needless to say, it took me quite a while to fall asleep.

Of course, my unresolved feelings carried over into the next morning and He demanded to know what was wrong.  I didn't say much other than it had to do with the punishment. He chuckled a little and asked again if I had cleaned the floor.  I just shook my head no and stared out the car window.

After little one's soccer game, we shuttled her off to her cousins and decided to go grocery shopping.  The whole morning was so tense and was certainly not shaping up to be the day alone that I had hoped for. At one point, I thought maybe I had pissed Him off but He said no, only that He was hungry. 

He hadn't mentioned the punishment again so after we ate some lunch, I asked if I could please go ahead and get it out of the way so that I could stop worrying about it.  Our bathroom is big enough, I just knew it was going to take me every bit of the last four hours that we had alone anyways.

Of course. It's your punishment.  There's nothing stopping you.  

In my mind, I imagined myself stomping all the the way upstairs like a petulant little child and slamming the door.  Of course, I didn't because that would have meant a whole lot more trouble. I couldn't find it in me to handle this one with much grace apparently. 

I moved the bathmats off the floor, then removed my clothes and got a washcloth, just in case I needed to wipe my tongue off.  I didn't know if He would have approved of the washcloth but He hadn't specifically said not to use one:)

Staring down at the white tile, feeling it's cold against my flesh,  I fought the urge to cry.  It took a while before I actually found the courage to make myself take that first lick.  When I finally did, there was a pretty overwhelming urge to gag.  The toilet is in it 's own little closet and I was no where close to it but I still found myself hoping that I would somehow get sick. Maybe that would make Him feel bad.

Yeah...I did say I wasn't handling this one with much grace, didn't I? 

Then, I just decided the only way to get done was to just blocked out all the crap floating around in my head.  I had only cleaned about 12 tiles (each one about 6 inches by 6 inches) when He opened the door and stood there...

Watching...

Making me very uncomfortable and more humiliated than I already felt, if that was even possible.     

Please go away, I tried to tell Him.

No, I actually like watching you like this.

I continued licking the floor as He came over and crouched down pushing His fingers between my legs.

That's what I thought!

He stood back up and, after delivering a few strikes to my ass with the new leather strap, told me to get up and lay on the bed.   

Have I made my point or do I need to make you clean the rest of the floor?

Yes, Sir...you made your point.

And just like that, punishment was over and you better believe I was pretty thankful.  In fact, my giddiness almost got me in trouble again.  Thankfully, I keep my bathroom pretty clean.  I only randomly picked stuff out of my mouth for about an hour. 

It's Not Really About Humiliation

Some readers have commented or sent messages inquiring as to if or when Heron might have a contribution for this blog.

I should probably mention that He is a very private and quiet person. However, I always find, when He does speak up, His words are well thought out and very enlightening.

It took a while, but He finally took the opportunity to comment on my recent post (In)Decently Exposed. Admittedly, it really was a good one for Him to comment on given that the topic is something I struggle with greatly and I have a hard time understanding why that aspect of our dynamic is so important for Him.

For me, His perspective was extremely insightful and I thought it could really stand as it's own post. Plus, for those of you inquiring, I didn't want you to miss it.

So, I have copied and pasted His response and associated references below.

To me there is something enticing about watching your discomfort when you know you have to present yourself...your body...in a public arena.

Now you know, I would never put you in a situation that would put us in jeopardy, so it doesn't bother me that you are wearing a thin t-shirt that displays your delicious assets!

I get that most women are not in the least bit turned on by humiliation Women are constantly faced with cat-calls, whistles, wandering eyes, accidental touches, etc.
I think it is important to understand that it is not your humiliation that I crave.

The distinction lies in the definition of what is happening to you. It is not your humiliation that either of us respond to. Rather, it is your embarrassment. When you have on skin tight clothes that are showing glimpses of the treats underneath, it embarrasses you. Your embarrassment and the fact that I am taking you out of your comfort zone entices me! (Does it entice you? We both know the answer to that. Don't we pet?).

Warren and Warren (2008) noted that humiliation makes the recipient feel less valued, less treasured and bad about the self-image. Showing off your body may be embarrassing, but it is because you have a great body that I acknowledge it and show it off. In turn, that should bring you a greater sense of self-worth (Warren & Warren, 2008).

This should happen for two reasons. First, despite your fears, you overcome your hesitation and doubt and successfully accomplish the task presented to you. The other reason, is that you have pleased your master.

It is for those very reasons that I will continue to see just how far down the rabbit hole you are willing to go.

Love you my pet!

Warren, J., & Warren, L. (2008). The loving dominant (3rd ed.). Oakland, CA: Greenery Press.



By the way, He also requested that I add a picture of the shirt in question to the His collection of  favorite Pics.

(In)Decently Exposed

A-shirts (or wife-beaters as so many of us call them)...those darn little shirts!  What else can I say? 

Plenty actually.  Let me start with...

I really hate that Daddy loves them so much. But of course He loves them.

They are tight, see-through, and best of all, He can torment me by making me wear them. Something to make me squirm right out of my comfort zone for sure!!

One of my assignments several weeks ago was to purchase the smallest size wife-beater I could possibly fit into. I walked back and forth in Wal-Mart agonizing over what size to buy.  Nothing from the men's department was small enough, so I ended up in the boy's department wondering if anything there was big enough.  To make matters worse, unless I was missing something, they only sell them in sealed packages like T-shirts so it's not like you can take one in the dressing room and try it on.  Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I tore the pack open so I could at least pull one out.

Holding it up against myself, I decided it would work and now didn't feel so bad since I was buying the pack I already ripped opened.   

Later that night, I came into His office with shirts in hand showing that I had completed His assignment.  He asked that I model one for Him.  When I finally contorted myself enough to get it on, the shirt (does it even qualify as a shirt?) was so small that the ribbed texture was pulled taut across my tits and was short enough to expose several inches of my belly.  Oh and let's not forget to mention that no part of my nipples were left to the imagination, which of course, pleased Him immensely above all else. 

After explaining that He would have plans for the shirts at a later time, He sent me to put them away for safe keeping. 

Well, it just so happened that I noticed one of those wife-beaters made it into His car just a few short days later.  Seeing it there every time we went anywhere made me extremely nervous but after a couple weeks, I eventually stopped thinking about it.   

So, a few nights ago, we were enjoying a nice evening out to dinner, just the two of us.  The waiter set down my pomegranate margarita and after the first sip, I commented on how strong the alcohol was. 

I suggest you drink two then, since you will be wearing your wife-beater into the gas station before we go home. 

It really took a second for this to sink in because I was already scantily clad, wearing a tank top without a bra and shorty shorts to dinner.  What was the big deal about going into the gas station in what I was wearing if I had gone into a restaurant? 

Then it occurred to me what He meant.  He was referring to the "other" shirt that had been patiently waiting in His car for just the right opportunity. 

I tried to stay calm during throughout the rest of dinner and just tell myself...Maybe Daddy's toying with my mind again.

But I started getting a little worried after dinner when He detoured, and we were no longer driving in the direction of home. 

Then, I got ALOT worried when He told me to change shirts.

Much to my relief, after about a 30 minute drive, we ended up at a park. 

Whew...He was messing with my mind, I thought to myself. 

It was almost dark and pretty much deserted so I didn't mind being somewhat exposed when He parked the car and headed up a small trail into the woods.  But it really was getting dark, so after walking just a little ways and sneaking in a few kisses, we turned back. 

As we got to the car, I mentioned how I really needed to pee so He stopped by a restroom we had passed, still within the park.  I ran up to the door only to find it already locked up for the night, but I assured Him it was no big deal...I could make it home.

However, as we turned onto the main road after exiting the park, I spotted a gas station.  The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me He was about to turn in and He did.  Even as He pulled up into the parking spot, I clung to hope that it was all still part of His sadistic mind game.  It wasn't though and I knew it wasn't when He handed me His debit card and a lottery ticket. 

You are going to go inside, go to the bathroom, get me a diet coke, and cash in this lottery ticket. 

"You really want me to do this?"

Yes, go!

"But there are people sitting right there...and...and...look you can see!" (pointing to my chest, like He didn't already know)

I'm not telling you again...GO...right now!

I just had to find a few moments of courage and hope that there weren't too many people inside but it sure would have helped if the alcohol hadn't already worn off.  Luckily, we were no where close to home so at least the chances of running into anyone we knew were slim to none.

I closed the car door and as I walked in front of the car parked next to us, I just knew the woman in the front passenger seat was staring at me. I'm sure any meager attempt to casually hide my chest behind the lottery ticket was fruitless. 

Walking into the convenience store, I instantly turned to the right avoiding the path that would lead me right past the registers and people.  I made it to the bathroom fairly unnoticed and took care of business.  While washing my hands, I studied myself in the mirror and shifted the shirt around to see if there was any way to disguise my nipples, even just a little bit, but there wasn't. Couldn't stand there forever, so I just decided to get on with it.   

Leaving the bathroom, I retraced my previous path back to the coolers where I grabbed His diet soda.  Again, I had gone unnoticed.  Then, I looked around and made a bee line for the register while the cashier had her back turned and there was no one else around.  As the cashier turned around to ring me up, she either was trying really hard not to look at my boobs or the counter between us acted as a pretty good buffer because she didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. 

I wasn't out of the woods quite yet.  I still had to walk out of the store and back to the car.  Sure enough, the woman in the parked car, who watched me walk in, was still sitting there and now a man was occupying the driver's seat.  Call me paranoid, but I am pretty sure they were waiting for me come out, most likely hoping to confirm if they really saw what they thought they saw.  Well, they certainly had front row seats now didn't they?! 

Nothing I could do at that point but let them have their little look-see while I kept my eyes on Daddy and made it back to the car. 

There have been plenty of limits He can push and eventually whatever my hang-up is with that particular thing seems fade away after a while.  I don't know about this one though.  It just never seems to get any easier, and I suppose that's why He keeps at it.     
  

Playing Alone

Wednesday night I could feel all the tell-tale signs.  Certain parts of my body would soon be out of commission for Daddy's use.  As I happened to be showering off after our walk, He came in, pulled open the shower door, and took in a glance. 

When He closed the door and started to walk away, I squirmed around trying to find the words. 

Just so you are aware, I think come tomorrow, I might be wearing my red necklace. 

Anyways, my not so subtle hint seemed to go fairly unnoticed until I was standing naked in front of the vanity mirror and drying my hair.  He came back in the bathroom and patted my butt.  Leaning close to my ear, He told me not to bother coming out of the bedroom until I had given myself five orgasms.

Not really the direction I was expecting but who's complaining...right?  He closed the bedroom door behind Him and disappeared to the office, leaving me to my business.

I was aroused, but not really 5 orgasms aroused, so I started plundering through the toy cabinet looking for the heavy artillery that could help me get the job done. 

Well...He didn't specifically say anything was off limits!   

Daddy got quite a surprise and chuckled out loud when He came back in the room.  At that point, I had only gotten through number 4 and there was chaos all over the bedroom. 

Towel on the bed...

Magic wand attachment lying on the nightstand table...

Kong well used and lying in the sink...

And I was sitting on the exercises bench looking sheepish, holding the magic wand, with a wooden spoon lying beside me.  I'm a little embarrassed to admit what I actually was doing.  Let's just say at that point...I needed a little extra stimulation if number 5 was ever going to happen. 

I have to give mc kitten over at Pillow Talk credit because her recent post and some of the follow-up comments made me reflect back on this task of masturbating alone.  I really admire those who are more comfortable doing this in the presence of their significant other.

Certainly, I prefer that He is an active participant because I need and crave that emotional connection and let's face it...it's just more fun that way! 

But this isn't always how He wants it.  Sometimes, He just wants me to touch or please myself. Possibly, it's for His own entertainment. At times, it's for my own build up or relief of sexual tension. But I venture to say, in most cases, is just because He can. 

Maybe I'm a bit odd, but I actually would rather do this alone.  Of course, I will "perform" for Him if asked but I don't know...I just feel so awkward and self conscious, particularly if He is just watching and not participating.

As long as we have been together, it really doesn't make sense and I don't understand why, but I do know this shyness ultimately inhibits my own exploration and overall experience.

In thinking about why I prefer it this way, I realized there is a positive side in that I have probably stretched some of my own limits when experimenting by myself, particularly when tasked with multiples orgasms like the other night. Multiples, for me, don't come (pun intended) easily so I have to push myself further, both physically and mentally.

Maybe Daddy understands this, and uses it as just one of His many ways to nudge me...

deeper into my own dark desires and fantasies...

to a place of acknowledging and accepting their existence.

Daddy's Girl

As I said in my last post, a lot happened on Monday (and since) so let me start with the change from Master to Daddy, since that one seemed to come out of left field.   

Oddly, I never mentioned this Him but I had been thinking a lot lately about the Daddy dominant dynamic.  So it's a bit coincidental, and quite fitting maybe, that He chose this as one ways to put me in my place.   

Even though the word "Daddy" flows out of my mouth quite naturally around our kids,  He's always known me to be somewhat put off by any expectation He had of me using this word in other contexts. But being the mental sadist that He is, long before I even began calling Him Master, He would take great delight in watching me squirm, occasionally forcing the word "Daddy" from my mouth.  Oh, how it made me grit my teeth and want to crawl under a rock!

I am sure this goes back somehow to the relationship I have with my father.  Almost as far back as I can remember it has been strained, so naturally one might surmised that I have "Daddy" issues.  I have yet to admit that one out loud, but sadly, there is probably some truth to it.  Referring to my husband as "Daddy" never created any warm and fuzzy feelings for me, it just felt wrong.   

As I said though, lately I have found myself drawn to the idea of this firm yet loving, gentle, and nurturing type of dominance.  In fact, even though our dynamic had become somewhat stagnated, He was still very much taking care of me and our family.  The undercurrents of D/s were there but He seemed softer towards me and it almost seemed more fitting to think of Him more as a Daddy than a Master.   

So Monday, I stood naked in front of Him, with a reminder to cast my eyes downward.  Without being allowed to speak or question, He listed off several areas in which my obedience to His expectations had slipped.  Things that for one reason or another, just got put by the wayside. He didn't even have to finish the list...the point was well made...and well received.   

My privilege to refer to Him as Master or Sir was stripped away until otherwise notified.  When the setting is appropriate for me to do so, I am only to refer to Him as "Daddy". 

Now, I am pretty sure He might have meant this as a punishment (or a humiliation) of sorts, and yes, it did certainly sting because He was pointing out my short comings.  But with my recent curiosity about this dynamic, I didn't mind as much as I would have in the past.  Plus, I can say this in front of our kids and no one is the wiser. 

My only conundrum is while He is being so hard on me right now, "Daddy" doesn't necessarily feel quite fitting. 

Uggg...so confusing! 

But, I guess little by little, the whole concept is growing on me. It still feels a bit weird hearing "Daddy" come out of my mouth but apparently my brain is adapting to the idea...

and well...it seems to make other parts of me wet... so I guess she is adapting too!

Easy...Until It's Not (part 1)

Once again, I find myself away from here far too long.  I was even chastised a bit for my lack of writing.  Too often now, I lack in words or the motivation to relive the small things happening in our dynamic.  I say small things not out of  disrespect, but that is just the reality we are living in at the moment. 

He is so busy these days and I take pride in doting on Him when I can, ensuring that everything is to His satisfaction, and that the house is generally running smoothly.  Submitting to Him as the Master of our home has become quite comfortable and easy.

Then the rare opportunity arises for "playtime".  My feelings should be that of thankfulness for His time and attention.  Hell, I spend all of my days pretty much daydreaming about being behind closed doors, being thoroughly used by Him.   

So, why is it, that as soon as that door closes and we are behind it, I have to fight the feeling of (oh my gosh, I hate to say it)...irritation? 

I am ashamed to admit that this part of my submission has become...not so easy.     

Saturday night was a perfect example.  We had a couple hours without the kids and decided to grab something to eat.  It wasn't too shocking that on the way, He informed me to lose the sports bra.

Then He asked me what I planned to eat.  My response was grilled chicken salad.  Again, not too shocking when He didn't approve of my choice and announced that He would be ordering for me.

After dinner, we had just enough time to swing into the adult store.  Apparently vibrating panties and a new bullet type vibrator were must haves for the evening.    

As we left the store and got in the car, He told me to lean the seat back and get myself off with my new vibrator.  That's the point I could feel myself starting to clam up.  It didn't bother me that He wanted me to do it in the car, that hardly even phases me anymore.  I was upset because I knew my edge would be gone for the evening.  Trying hard to hide my disappointment, I did what I was told anyways, hoping the rest of the evening would go differently. 
 
Later that night when we were alone again, He motioned for me to come upstairs.  When He closed the door and showed me the clothes laid out for me to try on, I had instant flashbacks to the last time. I got myself in a bit of trouble for being, shall we say, less than enthusiastic. If you missed that little story, you can read about it here.  Anyways, I put on a good face and did the best I could to be accommodating. 

But for the second time that evening, I fought overwhelming frustration as I tried on outfit after outfit, while He concocted some horribly trashy outfit that would be (un)suitable enough for sending me to the car wash to clean His car. I held it all in until He had me begin demonstrating the postures He expected me to use when vacuuming said car.   

Tears of humiliation began streaming down my face and I felt as if I might choke on the lump in my throat. Now, unable to make eye contact with Him, I stared at the floor as He scolded me for crying.
 
All I had wanted the whole evening was to be in the comfort of His arms and feel His touch.

Again, I am faced with the fact that these are my wants or desires, or in some cases things I don't want. I try and remind myself that this my issue, not His. Then, somehow I manage to feel even worse because this internal battle or dialogue in my head leads me to believe that I may never be the slave He deserves.

Stayed tuned for the rest... 

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:) 

          
 

 

 

Cold Fries and Cum

Tied to the bed, legs spread eagle and arms outstretched above my head, my body lay exhausted and aching all over, my mind damn near delirious.

The key unlocking the bedroom door meant He had come back and I was so grateful when I heard the sound of the plate being laid on the dresser. 

As He removed each of the dildos filling all three of my holes, He asked how many times, whore?

I think 24, Sir.  I might have lost count.  

My arms and legs were now free and finally after 2 hours on my back, I tried to stand on my wobbly legs.   Stumbling to the dresser, I eagerly looked upon my plate.

Wings...fries...and an empty dipping cup.  Oh god!  I am so hungry!!

Never mind that there was no ketchup in the dipping cup.  I was too famished to really pay that trivial little detail any mind.  I simply dipped my fry in the ketchup/mayo mixture on Master's plate.

Oh...maybe I shouldn't have done that!

No!  I don't think that's your sauce.

What?  

The look of shock and horror on my face had to be comical. All I wanted to do was continue shoving my face with food but the look on His face told me I better stop.

Now it all began to make sense.  Picking up my plate and staring into that empty dipping cup, I understood all too well.   

I was going to be dipping my fries alright but I wouldn't be using any condiment out of our fridge.  

A slave should be thankful and never let any go to waste!  

Swallowing...definitely not a problem.  Licking it up from various surfaces...not my favorite but I endure.


But with my food?  Really?  


I knelt at His feet, His cock hard and throbbing right in front of me.  While gently stroking His balls with one hand and holding my plate in the other, I patiently waited for Him to deposit His load in my dipping cup.  The whole time, I couldn't make up my mind if this was hot or humiliating. 


Let's just say...

1 starving slave + cold fries + cold cum = fries all gone!





  

Pump Your Face, Whore!

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Reclaimed

After my mouth was well used by our visitor, Master and I were finally left alone in the hotel room and thoughts immediately began to bombard my mind.

Oh god...was He upset?

Had I done everything He expected?

Had I done too much...not enough?

I could barely look at Him at first, for fear that I would see hurt or disappointment on His face.  We talked for several minutes while He walked around the room putting away all of the toys.  It was obvious that He had some of His own thoughts and emotions to process.  He admitted to me in a later conversation that this experience pushed His boundaries as much as it did mine and while He was  prepared for me to enjoy it, He was caught a little of guard by how receptive I became in the heat of the moment.

With all the toys finally put away, He walked over to me sitting on the edge of bed and held my chin so that my eyes met His.

You did everything I asked.  You have nothing to feel bad about or to worry about.

He undressed and laid down on the bed, inviting me to join Him.  I couldn't wait to devour every inch of Him, taste Him, have Him in my mouth and inside of me.

Since this experience was a first for both us, I don't know if it's a natural part of the process but this overwhelming feeling came over me.  I wanted (no...NEEDED) Him to make me His again.

As I knelt on the bed between His legs, He began the process of reclaiming what was His.  After worshiping His cock for a while, He demanded to know if I enjoyed having two dicks in my mouth in the same day, His voice stern and cold.   I could only moan and nod my head, yes.

Several minutes later when He began fucking me, I couldn't help but notice His eyes were as hard and cold as His voice.  He started calling me a "worthless whore" and insisted that I lie there with my mouth gaping open while mocked me for how slutty it was.  The more He degraded me, the wetter and hotter my pussy got. 

You know you still aren't allowed to cum.  Tell me why!

Because I am being punished for cumming without permission, Sir.

Thinking to myself, how after all this can He still deny me?  I wanted to be mad at what He was saying but I couldn't.

He must have felt and been by pleased my inner resignation and acceptance because He stopped and propped Himself up above me, our bodies still one.  His eyes and voice now softer.

You know there is NOTHING that you could ever do to make me stop loving you...

You are mine and you will always be mine... 

I want to feel you cum...you have most certainly earned your it!

These words set me on fire and almost immediately, all of the excitement of the day released as my orgasm washed over me in wave after wave.

No matter what, my heart, body, and soul will always belong to Him. 

 





 

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The Knock

She climbed on the massage table and laid down on her back, waiting patiently while He tied her arms and legs down securely.  No light could penetrate the double blind fold and every sound in the room became oddly intense. 

However, she just couldn't quite shake the unsettled feeling as several thoughts/questions rolled around in her brain.

"Isn't it odd that I am still somewhat clothed?"

"Who was just on the phone before He walked in?"

"Why the recent discussions about His Changing Needs and expectations for my complete submission?"

"What was meant by the last instruction in The Note?"

"No! It couldn't be...not here...not today!"

She attempted to push those thoughts from her mind, but it was all adding up, and apparently she knows her Master very well. Once He finished tying her down, He leaned over and gently whispered in her ear that there would be someone joining them for a short time today.

Words could not form on her lips.  Her heart raced and the excitement she had felt turned to fear and panic. As she fought the urge to either laugh or cry, He calmly reassured her.  Stroking her arm, He reminded her that He took great care in planning for their safety and privacy, He promised not leave her alone, and she should be free of any burden as this was out of her control.

With several deep breaths and a resolve she didn't realize she had, she slowed her breathing and calmed down by solely focusing on doing what was expected of her.  At that moment, she let go and placed her complete trust in Him.  After all, it wasn't like this was a complete surprise. Her Master had made it clear from the beginnings of their D/s that this boundary would be tested and He has been preparing her in baby steps.

Some may ask "Why?  Why this road?", but not her.

She understands, accepts rather, that this furthers her objectification/humiliation and He knows her better than she knows herself.  Despite anything she may say, ultimately, she will enjoy it. 

Her hesitancy isn't born from fear of serving another or concern that she won't be capable of following through.  She knows all too well that she can and will, and possibly, that's what scares her most.  You see, her pussy and mouth tend to be a bit of a slut with a mind of their own, but that's a part of her past that she locked away a very long time ago...or so she thought.

She is drawn from her thoughts, back into the moment, when she hears a text come in on His phone, quickly followed by a knock at the door.  Any last hope she may have had that this was her Master's greatest mind fuck ever was quickly tossed out the window as she heard His footsteps leave her side and go to answer the door. 

The door opens and closes.  Now, there are in fact two sets of footsteps returning.  This is really happening and she is now completely helpless and on display...    



to be continued

 



 

   

Safety First

 

I realize there is something I have been somewhat remiss in discussing...that is SAFETY in what we do.  Not only are there safety considerations that need to be made in planning and executing scenes but you have probably read in my posts on more than one occasion that He has dressed me quite inappropriately and sent me into a public places. This poses a different type of safety concern and without proper explanation of how this is accomplished, at least for us, it could most certainly cause concern about one's well being. 

My Master knows that I despise this type of attention, which is why He does it. While my preference is to dress sexy, He insists on trashy because it makes me uncomfortable, therefore achieving the desired effect of humiliation when ogled by random strangers.  Plus, this is part of who He is and part of His own kink.  He just plain enjoys showing me off. 

The downside to this type of play is that it could potentially jeopardize mine or anyone else's safety that chooses to engage in this type of mental game. 

It's important to clarify for anyone that may looking for ideas and contemplating doing something like this with their sub, it is not something to take lightly.  Use common sense because the safety of your partner is so very important.  They may be willing to do something that takes them out of their comfort zone but that is done with the understanding that you will protect them. 

If you are the sub, the same goes for you if being asked to do something of this nature.  Use good judgment and don't put yourself in uncontrolled situations.  When it comes to your well-being, don't place trust in those that haven't completely earned it.    

Some of the ways He ensures my safety is that I do not go alone on these "adventures".  There have been times that I haven't seen Him or known where He is but, He is there, lurking somewhere.

Even if I have been given instructions to drive there by myself, I am required to text Him when I arrive and am given specific instructions on where to park.  He doesn't say specifically, but I know this is so He can watch as I walk in and walk out.  While in the store, He will continue to communicate or provide instructions by text and at some point our paths cross...even if He pretends not to know me.  Sometimes, I am within a few feet of Him the whole time.  It just depends on His mood.     

I should also say that the area you live in is really important.  Bad things can happen anywhere but we do live in a fairly small suburban area with very low crime.  Obviously, you have to take the overall safety of your area into account.

We talk about my safety all the time.  I communicate with Him if I have concerns and He takes all this into account and does everything that He can do help me feel at ease.  But I can only willingly submit to these situations because of one thing...TRUST.

A Little Humiliation and a Coat Hanger Goes a Long Way

80 licks with the coat hanger to the tits...that's the lot I drew Monday evening...

After cleaning the dishes after dinner Monday night, Master informed me that we needed to run to Walmart to return something.  Innocent enough I thought...we were just getting out of the house alone for a few minutes.  That is until we get in the car and He presents the clothes that I am to change into before we go in.  Have I mentioned that this type of public humiliation is not my favorite?  Pretty sure I have...LOL!
 

Anyways, we pull up in the parking lot and He leaves me in the car to change while He goes ahead into the store.  Quickly I strip my nice work clothes and put on a pair of black cheerleader style shorts (and I am not kidding when I say that my ass completely hangs out) and a cut off black t-shirt (with no bra and showing my belly).  The real kicker was the black high heeled boots.  I mean seriously, who goes shopping like that?  I wouldn't be surprised if my picture doesn't pop up in one of the emails with the People of Walmart! 
 

It's time to go in and I don't even make it half way through the parking lot before I am already objectified by perfect strangers...and quite mortified.  A man in a truck pulling out of his parking space yells at another guy trying to walk to his car, "If you don't stop looking at THAT, you are going to get run over!"  And that wasn't even the half of it.  Literally, there were people that walked by me only to turn back around and walk by again as I went through the store trying to find a couple of the new implements that Master is adding to His arsenal for this new spanking "game". 
 

As soon as we got back home, He took me upstairs for a my destiny with the coat hanger.  Actually, I was pretty thankful that this implement was drawn first because it is definitely the one I dread the most.  While standing in the display position, He started with a few light taps to each tit and then gradually increased the force until I started to cry, yelp, and dance in place which was somewhere around 50.  He debated whether to stop, but ultimately decided that I drew 80 and that's what I would get but He did take it much easier the last 30. 
 

As soon as He was done, I was ordered to get on my knees and suck His cock, which was already hard with anticipation.  Sucking as vigorously as possible, He continued to humiliate me by asking if I enjoyed my attention from the "coat hanger".  I tried to answer NO but He continued to ask until I nodded YES.  He finally pushed my mouth away from His cock and finished Himself, only using my mouth to deposit His load.
 

Helping me up from the floor, He then guided me over to the bed.  Thinking that I may finally receive some attention from Him, He delivered the crushing blow that if I needed release I may do it myself.  I couldn't even control myself at this point...tears instantly welled up in my eyes and continued to stream down my face as I laid there using my fingers to massage my clit to orgasm while He simply watched. 

Now I admit, my attitude hadn't been the best lately, feeling that somehow I was not getting enough attention from Him.  After all was said and done that night, I was still a little upset.  But honestly, by the time I woke the next morning, I found I was in a better frame of mind, more focused and emotionally settled,  than I had been in several weeks. 

The message was received loud and clear.  While I may ask for attention, Master maintains control over where, when, how, and by whom it is given.  .

By the way, just in case you ever wondered...a toilet bowl brush (unused of course) on the tits is now feared just as much as the damn coat hanger!  All those little pricks from the bristles sting like hell the next morning in the shower.  Two nights in a row to the tits...and then tonight I was (un)lucky enough to draw 75 to the nipples with a fly swatter. 

Only 3 nights down and so many more to go...