Monday, January 19, 2015

Never enough...but almost.


It's not often that Master and I are able to get time alone together. It worked out in a rather unusual way this time, but it did work out. There was so much running about we had to do on Saturday that by the time we arrived home, all either of us could think of was sleep. Although, Master did have a good laugh at me as I apparently gave myself some first degree burns on the front of my thighs from a campfire we visited.

It was the sleep of the dead, which I needed so badly, as I haven't slept through the night for months and months. Waking was a delight, still curled up next to Master, naked in his arms. With no where to rush off to, we started the day with sex and a shower. When we came downstairs, because Master had a hankering to play Skyrim, he put me in a modified frog tie, which is my absolute favorite, and used the last of the vet-wrap to take away my hands and turn them to paws. There is some bondage which is always a bit of a struggle for me to sink into the pleasure of, but this frog tie is not one of those. The minute one of my legs is trapped and the best I can do is crawl and shuffle about on my knees, lust runs away with me and I am nothing but a creature of need.

Master fucked me, and it slaked the lust, enough. Master played Skyrim, while I lay on the floor, alternatively struggling up to get my knees under me, rolling on my back with my “paws” playfully in the air, and laying on my belly with my trapped legs keeping me from grinding against the floor or dog pillows. We had plans to meet the matinee time so that we could see a movie (“The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies” was our choice, though it is the only one we had a chance to see in theaters.), and as the time slipped by, Master intermittently teasing me and playing Skyrim, I half hoped that Master would loose track of time and leave me in the frog tie... I'm not sure I could have lasted longer than the two hours that I did lay and kneel at Master's feet, fingerless and footless, but I almost wanted him to make me last longer. (And this is the first that Master will know of this, because I was ashamed to ask and looking forward to seeing a movie in the theater.)

We came home from the theater, exuberant and delighted with the completion of the (movie that should have been no more than two parts). While we love the book as is, without the extras, we admire the tasteful choices that Jackson made in transitioning the story to a three part epic. In the mood for fantasy, we began watching the Lord of the Rings series, and Master again bound me and tormented me, namely with foot bondage which is so tastefully painful. Paracord makes an excellent tool for this as it's fine enough to weave in tight places, but has enough tooth to bite where Master wants it to bite. It's an amazing feeling as I become so concerned with grazing my foot against the floor, while it continues to ache because the paracord's bite against my toes and arches, to be so unconcerned with the belt Master looped around my neck. While I gasped for air, or didn't, I was so focused on my feet not impacting the ground while Master fucked me that I rode on crescendo after crescendo of bliss without ever tipping over the edge.

I lost track of the orgasms Master permitted...but if every weekend had hours of bondage and six or eight sexual encounters...I would be a happy, happy creature indeed.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Welcome to 2015


The new year has come. Hard to believe another whole year has passed. 


So many changes, some of them wonderful, some not so much. This week for example, due to Master’s work, I will lose family dinner time. In fact, I’ll be tucking the kids in on my own, and poor Master will probably have to eat microwaved leftovers. Trying to see the silver lining here, though, in that Master won’t be rushing out the door in the morning before my brain comprehends that coffee is a beverage, and that to cook Master’s breakfast, one must turn the stovetop burner on.

I have so much I want to say, but I’m sure most of it those of you who read here wouldn't really care to read… so much real life stuff and angst, stuff that’s so personal, I probably wouldn't write it anyway. My heart is so full of joy from all the good of the year, but it’s also breaking with all the bad of the last year. There’s a lot of the tough stuff that I know is going to trickle into 2015, and the best I can do is hope that we’re (collective “we” which includes those who have free will to keep doing the wrong things, too) doing the right things to make it better, things that’ll repair the damage in my heart.

One extraordinary thing from 2014 was being friends with @padmeamidala; she’s kind and patient and even though she had so much going on herself this year, she was always willing to let me pour my own heart and angst out. Someday, I really hope we can have our coffee  together in person!

I am going to continue to hope that there is so much joy in 2015 my heart will soar again; that I’ll find the inspiration to really seriously take up painting and art again. I lust for the time for serious kink and play, and Master and I are crossing our fingers that we’ll be able to make one of our favorite summer things happen. 

I wish all of you a wonderful 2015; with everything you need and lots of what you want! 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Sizzle of Pleasure

During my recent visit, I subjected my willinglittlepet to electric torture using my tens unit and Tazapper. This is her account of that session:

Master asked me if there was anything that i was wanting to do before he came to visit me. We had been talking about electric for a while and i decided that now was the time to take the leap. As i sent the message, i was filled with nervousness and excited. i went to bed early so that i would be fully rested for Master’s tortures. 
 
The anticipation built as there wasn’t time to try the electric box that evening, it was set for that morning after we had breakfast. That morning i was in a good mood, i had seemed to have forgotten about the impending torture. After finishing up our meal, Master went to my room to get ready. i cleaned up the kitchen as best as time allowed and then i went to my room to undress for Master. He groped me some as i took off my clothes. Master took off the collar i wear every day and placed the heavy, metal one around my neck sealed with a large padlock. Looking in the mirror, i felt so beautiful with the ring of steel encircling my tender throat. 

Monday, December 15, 2014

Fifteenth Anniversary!

It is our Anniversary today! Not our wedding anniversary, or our first date anniversary. But the anniversary of creature's enslavement. Fifteen years ago today I gave myself the greatest early Christmas present ever and collared this sexy little slut.

My creature has been my slave longer than she has been my wife, having celebrated our 14th anniversary this passed September. And I am happy to say that at this point, she has been my collared slave for over half of her life. My rule, my word, and my will has governed her life, her every decision for the entirety of her adult life. It is a monumental thing to consider, being property for more than half your life. Brings a warmth to my cold heart.

Though I am very excited by reaching this milestone, our celebration will be far less grandiose than I would like. I had discussed doing a more professional styled photo shoot for the both of us, but timing is against us at the moment. With Christmas expenses, I have not the funding for even a fraction of the fun items I would love to use on my beast. The kiddos have a cold and their care is wearing both of us down a bit, meaning that our wild sex orgy will have to be put on hold. But such is the nature of life, and just because we cannot go wild, doesn't mean that we will let this day pass without enjoying each other in what ways we can. Nor that I am without a present to drive her wild. We did replace our long dead personal massager with a new Magic Wand with variable speed control knob. And after a quick test run, I can guarantee I will be making her move with this one! 

Here is to another wonderful and happy 15 years of Ownership!...

Updates

It would seem I have two real modes of writing on this blog. Not writing because nothing is really going on, and not writing because there is so much going on that I don't have a moment to spare. Either way, I feel as if I cheat you, dear readers, of the updates of our adventures. So, by way of an early Christmas present, and by ways of an apology, I offer this post.

It has been a fantastic ride recently. With the addition of my dear willinglittlepet to our lives, things have rather fallen into a comfortable norm for me. I expect that both of my slaves text me with their daily movements, and additionally I expect a good morning and goodnight text each day from pet. I have to say, she has taken to it rather well and I enjoy looking through the messages on my lunch and breaks at work. 

Personal visits have been a treat too. I imagined, what with all we respectively have going on, that our visits and play sessions would be limited to one, maybe two, a month. However, we have been able to make pretty regular visits, both play and just hanging out with the family, this whole time. I believe that the longest lull was about two and a half or three weeks long. Most importantly, it is a very comfortable situation, not straining one party or another to maintain. With the holiday fast approaching, schedules are beginning to look pretty tight. So, with that in mind, we adjusted our plans a touch and I visited pet this past weekend for our second overnight stay at her place. No kids, few distractions, no roommate this time either. 


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Adjusting


It's been an interesting few months.

Practically since we moved, Master had a good job and life was pretty awesome. We met pet, and she's fun, a bit of a bookworm, likes watching Doctor Who with us, and wonderful for Master. Then, his job became toxic. It seemed like it turned overnight, but really I'm sure it wasn't. Master talked with his bosses a lot, tried to make it better, took vacation time to try and soothe the bad parts of the job… Of course, it didn't get better. Master talked with me about the options – and I hated seeing him get sick, physically and mentally, for months, over things he couldn't change.

So he left the company. We have savings built up, and were sure a job would come as soon as we needed one to. It did. It’s a job – not nearly as awesome as the previous company’s client, but it’s a job. The best part was, we had a whole month off together. We crammed in as much fun as we could and tried not to stress the small stuff.

But Master’s back at work, and it’s hard. I’m angry because…I’m lonely. I still have not made any new friends here (I’m an introvert – and good at being introverted, which makes it very hard to make friends), I’m pagan (a lot of people here are not), and the people I am friends with…well, they aren't parents. Our youngest is starting to really enjoy self-entertainment, which means I maybe could do some painting…if there was space to do so, but logistics are against me – I am sure Master doesn't want his bed covered in oil paint and thinner. I feel too much hurt a lot of days (extended family sorrows), paired with hopelessness, and I know my fuse is short and grace is outside of my reach.

I feel bad because…this is not how I want to be. I want to fix the troubles I’m having, but I see no (current) solution…and so I go through the motions, and try to find a shred of grace for every moment…

I am lonely. And I withdraw more because my spark of hope is very small, and only have a few subjects which are pleasant to discuss. So I try and remember the positives: that Master and I did enjoy a whole month together with a number of kinky nights, that Master found pet, that there is a job that keeps the bills paid, that things do change and that leaves the possibility of better wide open.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Ass Punching...Yum


After more than 10 years, you’d think I’d understand my inner masochist. I like thuddy impacts, no, sting is better, no, thud. Awwwww…insert expletives.

Seriously, I avoided single-tails because the impact of stingy floggers made me cringe and flinch, drove me out of subspace and maso-space, and in general, made me feel bad. But Master picked up a Dragon Tail made by Victor Tella, and that was challenging, but heavenly. Our first trip to Thunder in the Mountains, Victor Tella was one of the vendors, and we picked up twin signal whips, and oh, how I love them. There’s not enough space to use them at home, but oh, they are lovely.

So between heavy, thuddy floggers and sharp stings from single-tail like toys, I should like it all, right?

Hah. Poor Master.

Lately, I’ve been craving some whooping, and Master is, of course, more than happy to oblige (and a quick aside: how many subs and slaves would it take to wear out Master’s arm? I would like to know, because he gave pet one heck of a whooping and had plenty of gusto left for his creature.), so once he had me immobilized in ropes, he started in on my backside with one of my classic favorites: leather gloved hands.

Oh, yum.

And then he punched me. In the ass.

I liked it.

So, he figures I’m sufficiently warmed up, so he starts to apply other implements. Paddles. Canes. And each one of them drove me right into not-fun-pain. On the first impact. Because I have no safewords, and because I’ve struggled with many issues in the past during beatings, he expects me to communicate, find words and help him navigate the tricky headspace that exists inside his creature. So I do.

“Master, I don’t know why, but that’s feeling really not good.”

It’s frustrating for him. His sadist can enjoy me not enjoying things (especially when we play with fear), but when it comes to impact play, there’s a fine line for him; if I’m being driven into anger instead of pain, it’s no fun.

So he punched my ass more. And it was hot. I could tell that there was a lot of force behind them, and he later told me they were simply straight punches, with none of the proper twist and pop. I twisted and squirmed quite a bit, but I liked the feeling of his leather gloved hands slamming into my body. Some blows were delivered to my legs, but mostly they landed on my hindquarters.  I wanted more punches, but I also wanted him to plow into me…

After, my hind end was so very, very sore. But no marks. No signs that he punched me in the ass for about half an hour. It hurt to sit. It ached when I walked.

Master said he hates the fact I don’t mark easily.

Three days later, the first signs of bruises appeared.

My ass still hurts. And there are faint little bruises.

Life is good.