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2012-01-16T18:05:00.001-07:00

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The middle...and the end...

2012-01-14T13:15:00.002-07:00

With our first 21 hours whittled away, Master fully intended to make the most of me and our remaining kid-free time. Since i'd been chained to the bed all night, i was feeling a bit stiff, and Master kindly allowed me to get up, stretch and make breakfast - you know, morning stuff. The downside of the second day was the absolute flood of endorphines. my memories regarding the next scenes are very fuzzy and vague.

Once Master had enjoyed His sausage, egg and Munster burrito and i'd happily scarfed my dry blueberry wheat cereal, Master was ready for the fun to begin in earnest. More rope was applied to me, and i remember loops and loops around my neck, and my hands bound again to my feet as i sat cross-legged. Master used the GiGi on me again. It felt like He kept me bound there for hours, before He took me again.

Master allowed me another shower, and then wanted to put me in the cage again. We'd both enjoyed the extra harsh confinement of it the previous evening that we wanted to experiment a little more with it. Once i was warm again, Master took us upstairs, where he poked fun of me for being excited about the coming torture.

Instead of head down and ass up in the cage this time, Master had me on all fours (well, as close as possible, given the natural smallness of the cage), and created another clever trap for me. He compressed my breasts with dowel rods on either side, kept me pushed "properly" forward by running a bar across the sweet spot of my ass, trapped my head between two dowel rods for a while, ran one across my back, so i couldn't push up, and two trapped my arms. Where the ass up and head down adventure the previous evening created long lasting fatigue in my hips, legs and lower abdomen, this new cage trap He'd devised created upper torso and arm fatigue (though there was some strain on the legs, it would have taken much longer to build up).

While i was trapped, at His mercy (and feeling oh, so helpless and objectified), Master again took the GiGi out and teased me to orgasm. If one has never experienced an orgasm in a strained, unnatural position - it's like a firework exploding in a steel drum. The reverberations of the big O wash back over you, because there's no way to move the muscles as you might have naturally. i remember being very fatigued and begging to be let out, or have bars removed. i remember Master saying (my favorite) "just another minute" a few times. i also remember i was not graceful, and had a flare of anger at the pain, and Master had to remind me to mind my behavior.

i was relieved when Master began removing the dowel rods that had held me immobile. Then He demanded that i quickly squirm through the small door and into His bed for His use. i confess, i was sore and sluggish, but after an indulgent 10 seconds or so collapsed in a little heap, i moved as quickly as i was capable of to His bed. He fucked me again, and allowed me more orgasms, though i couldn't spring back up after sex. i was worn out, tired, used up, content and a little sleepy. Master indulged me, and let me lay in His bed, bundled up and covered in sticky.

He came up to remind me that He had to go to work that evening, and because i would be alone, i was to stay naked, work on the blog, was allowed to eat one burrito, and be kneeling by the door when He came home.

When i finished the first post about what had transpired, i texted Master to ask if i could play Skyrim. He graciously allowed me to play video games while i waited for Him to come home. When He did arrive home, he found me naked, Xbox controller in hand, and semi-kneeling by the door as i had just unlocked it for Him.

Very soon after He had arrived home, we fucked again, and very soon after that, me and my tired, swollen, well-pounded cunt fell asleep. i think Master played Skyrim before He chained me to the bed.

When i woke the next morning, we had a scant nine hours left before the return to dreaded normalcy. You know, being not-overtly kinky. And wouldn't you know, my back, on this day of all days, decided that i needed not just lumbar vertebra out of place, but that some thoracic vertebra should be seriously dislodged as well. Laying in bed hurt, sitting in bed hurt, but i tried to be still and quiet so Master could sleep. He woke up anyway. He's either way tuned into me or i am not as quiet as i think i am. Probably both.

He took a bit of mercy on me, and sent me away from bed (after unchaining me) so that i could find something comfortable to do with my back and play Skyrim. (Master spoils me sometimes.)

He slept, and i fapped about in the video game. Not exactly what we'd pictured when we imagined more than 48 hours with the kiddo having delightful fun elsewhere.. But when Master woke up, He asked for a blowjob, so a minor delight was achieved. i continued to play the game for a while. Master read my first blog post, and when i asked what He thought, He threw His pants on the couch and proceeded to fuck me.

It was glorious, and we loved living the dream, for a few days. (And our little person gave us hugs when he saw us, while we smiled at each other over his shoulder.)

The show begins...

2012-01-12T21:23:00.000-07:00

Over the semester break, Master and i have had lots of things to do. Lots. We looked at the list and thought "four weeks should be long enough." We definitely got pretty close. Especially since we managed to score two nights of kid-free time. Even more awesome, it's been two nights in a row. 48+ hours of kid free time, during which, i've been kept naked, as pleases Master, and frequently bound, frequently taken and tortured.

Bliss!

We started off the kid-free time easy, seeing a movie Master and i wanted to see, during which Master infrequently threatened me with the thumb cuffs He was keeping in his pocket. When He wasn't threatening me, He had a firm grip on both my hands and frequently squeezed them in excitement and glee. As we left the theatre and began the trek home, Master slipped the handcuffs out of the center console and slapped them on my wrists, nicely pulling my sweater down to cover them, after which He also added the thumb cuffs. We laughed, i whined about the thumb cuffs, and Master laughed at me. He received some texts from a friend, and while He drove, i read them, and replied through dictation. It was pretty awesome. Then i discovered i could pop my right thumb out of the thumb cuffs. After a bit of joking, i slipped my thumb back in them so Master could snap a quick picture, and then the meanie reached over and squished the cuff down. By the time we arrived home, my thumbs were a bit purple. Master and i planned to play all night - after all, He's been staying up to play Skyrim until 5 am or so - there was no reason we couldn't play until at least that time.

Master graciously allowed me a shower while He rearranged some furniture to make the most of the mid-week "vacation" and when i emerged, wet, slippery and smooth, He said socks were the only clothes i could have - so i put on one of the warmest pairs i have - men's work socks (don't make fun - they are warm and they, too, make me feel small). While we watched one of our favorite TV shows, Master wrapped the rope we'd gotten at 2011 Thunder in the Mountains around me, and i actually was really able to sink into the bondage. Since i've been working on my flexibility, Master got my arms bound behind me in the same position as a monoglove. It was hot, hurt just a little, and i was already feeling small and submissive. With a second chunk of rope, Master bound my feet up and tied them to my hands, creating a deliciously tight hogtie. While i was bound, He teased me with our Lelo toy, GiGi, before allowing me to cum.

When He was done teasing me, He untied my feet and threw the Liberator Flip Ramp i'd won from Eden Fantasies next to my head. That was a deliciously scary sound, because i wasn't able to see what He was doing where i was. Master then ever so kindly (not) picked me up by the chest harness that was binding my arms and threw me on top of the flip ramp so He could fuck me. i was feeling deliciously small and objectified.

Master sent me off to the shower again to clean up (i stupidly have an allergic reaction and swelling after sex, with or without lube, these days), and allowed me to warm up, naked, under blankets, bound at His feet.

It wasn't even nine in the evening yet, and the show was just getting started.

After He'd fapped about in Skyrim for a while, once I was warmish again, Master took us upstairs, where we'd thought to try using some heavy duty cuffs and dangling me over the stairs. Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out as intended, but Master wasn't discouraged. Instead, He bound me, kneeling, to the rails of the stairway. i tried to keep my calm, but that side of the finished attic has a wall, very, very close to the stairs. While it makes a fantastic walkway, i found that i was deeply disturbed and frightened by the closeness of the wall. Master gently poked fun of my fear, because it's something that we both get off on - Him openly and me secretly. While He soothed me and made fun of my fear, and its ridiculousness, He slipped the GiGi back against my cunt, which delighted Him with the slippery sound of my arousal. As He pointed out that i was aroused by the fear, i was humiliated. i wondered how much smaller, submissive and objectified He could make me feel over the course of the night.

He took me off the railing and fucked me again, making me feel smaller and more objectified as He talked about the next scene He had planned for the evening. He was loving it, my fear, my arousal, my moans and cries...

Another shower to prevent an allergic reaction, another round of warming up under blankets at His feet, and the threat of being shocked if i started to fall asleep...

And Master took me back upstairs, directed me into the dog cage that is used only for me. Near the cage were dowel rods. i knew what i was crawling into. Master was going to use the dowel rods to contort my body in the small space, making me absolutely immobile. Head down, ass up, Master inserted dowel rods through the cage bars to press my body into the shape and position He wanted it in. It hurt, and i felt very small, very afraid, and very turned on. i hate muscle cramps, but love the slow building pain of tired muscles as they strain in unnatural positions, and this is exactly what the cage, with the supplementary dowel rods, did to my body. i have absolutely no idea how long i was in there. It felt like hours. i twitched and pushed against the torture Master was inflicting, crying to be let out, while wondering how long i really could last.

i was already tired. i was ready to sleep. But Master wasn't done, just yet. He let me out, a long, whimpering process for me, to fuck me again.

Another shower. Allowed to warm up at His feet again. Before He fucked me again.

He made fun of our grand plans. "I can stay up until five to play Skyrim, but I'm wiped out by three when I'm torturing you. I'm getting old."

He chained me in His bed, and we slept. Him undisturbed, content to have His property chained to His bed. me, restlessly as i rubbed against the chain repeatedly, tried to work out the soreness in my muscles and body from the glorious tortures of the day... With the movie, scenes and sex spaced by Skyrim, followed by sleep, our first 21 hours were gone... But the fun started again at nine in the morning.

Another post will follow, detailing the next 27 hours...soon. Pictures - and maybe video - should be going up on Master's FetLife profile soon as well.

A Little Anal...

2011-12-27T14:35:00.000-07:00

Well it has been a while since I have settled down to write on this blog and I'd like to apologize for it to those who follow us closely. I have periods in which I go through antisocial periods where I don't have the inclination to share much with others. But the new year is approaching and that cloud of public disenchantment is fading.

So, what has been happening recently? Well, as the girl has written, the school semester has come to an end leaving us time to be ourselves. Well as much as we can with a 4 year old running around the house. Opportunities have presented themselves and been utilized. Last week we had the chance for a sensory deprivation scene. The pictures, of course, can be found on my Fetlife profile. We had discussed some rather hot scene ideas, things that had piled up throughout the semester, and one such notion was the idea of sensory deprivation. It was the girl's idea too, which made it that much more tempting.

So upstairs we went. I began by taping each of the girl's fingers individually with electrical tape and then taping them all together with duct tape. The feeling of helplessness that comes over her when her fingers are bound in this way is delicious and certainly adds to the loss of senses. For her auditory sense, I placed headphone ear buds on her and plugged them into my laptop to pipe music into her ears. Then I pulled two hoods over her head, the soft cloth one and the heavy leather one. To exacerbate the feeling of restriction on her head, I locked on the leather posture collar. I then bound her writs with the metal shackles, which I love soooo much, and laid her on her back and chained the shackles to the bed.

Her legs I bound with leather belts in a frog tie, keeping her cunt widely exposed to all the devilish fun I had in mind. A belt around her middle, squeezed down tightly as well as one around her ribs under her breasts and she could hardly breath. As an added touch, I placed strips of electrical tape over her hardening nipples and then placed the silver clover clamps on them. How that drives her crazy, the pain muted but still on the edge of what she feels she can handle.

So there she lay, blinded, deafened, unable to move, gasping for air, and exposed to everything I could think to do to her. A poke here and a prod there got her squirming and panting and I delighted in the growing trepidation that overtook her. When she spoke, she half shouted just to hear her own words, mostly pleas for mercy and such. The usual music to my ears.

Because her sight and hearing had been deprived, her flesh came alive under my touch. The slightest breath drove her hips to grind. It was time to start tormenting her girly bits. I took one of the nipple sucker cups and poured a small amount of hand sanitizer into it before sucking it down upon her clit. Thus engorged with blood and over sensitized in general, all of her attention was focused on her sex. Perfect.

It is wholly entertaining, the application of a powerful vibrator to a sucker attached to a woman's clitoris. The vibrations surround the swollen button of flesh but distant and overpowering at the same time. Oh how she gyrated and whimpered. Randomly, I would press the vibe against the plastic tube, varying how long and how much pressure I would use. Next I added clips to her outer labia, spreading her open wider and eliciting more squeals and whimpers.

After a while of tormenting her with the vibrator and making her beg again and again for the chance to cum before I'd pull away leaving her quivering in denial, I finally allowed her an opportunity to shudder for me screaming. Then I yanked the sucker off of her clit suddenly, releasing all of that warmed hand sanitizer to spray all over her sex. How it burned, she cried and screamed, struggling against her bonds to escape the pain. I couldn't sooth her with my voice and couldn't show her my cold smile of sadistic pleasure as she suffered, so I just patted her stomach as if to say, "there there bitch, you'll survive."

That really drove her over the edge and as the burn subsided she was practically streaming moisture down her taint. I placed the vibrator firmly over her clit and forced her over the edge again and again, delighting in the gasping piteous begging for one orgasm to end and the next to begin. Then I fucked her, I didn't even release her legs at first, just settled in between her legs and made her beg for my cock. As I pounded her, the only real way for me to let her know I permitted her to cum was to grab her hooded head and make her nod "yes". Again and again I nodded her head and relished the feel of her restrained body shuddering and bucking beneath me. At long last we were both spent and I took my time releasing her.

That was just one of the scenes we've managed to enjoy together during this break and I'm looking forward to the next one we have planned. We have discussed at length doing a sleep deprivation scene and it looks like this coming week will be perfect for it. Also, as the title of this post was meant to imply, we have made serious progress in the application of anal sex. Not only have we integrated it into a couple of scenes, the girl has gotten to the point where she will both ask for it and admit to liking it. A couple of weeks ago, while having basic normal living room sex (fun thing to say), while she was bent over the Liberator Flip Ramp we won from Eden Fantasies during one of their giveaways, I pushed my thumb into her ass all the way in and was delighted in the intense shuddering of her resulting orgasms. And just the other day we used the butt plug during doggy style sex with resounding success. I am so happy and proud of my girl as this marks one of the last true hard limits she has retained during our time together and her training.

So, there is more to come and lots of fun yet to be had. Thanks for reading...

Make Merry...

2011-12-21T18:11:00.000-07:00

...for it is the holiday season!

my semester has ended, and while life won't be topsy-turvy busy because of school, we're still swamped with things to do. Thankfully, Master and i have had a few significant chances to get in some much needed time to connect as Sadist and masochist, Owner and property. There are pictures over on His FetLife page, if you want to see. ☺

i'm feeling somewhat better, less depressed, less taken by my grief, more myself. Which is nice. On Christmas day, i'm sure i'll cry, missing those who aren't with us this year, but i am looking forward to sharing the holiday with Master, as i have for the last 11 years.

But beyond Solstice, Christmas and the birthdays that fall in between and after, i'm really hoping that Master and i might come up with one or two days that will belong solely to us -- er, Him -- in which Master can do all of the things He wants, whims uninterrupted by everything else. We hope.

Meanwhile, from us to you, Happy holidays. Blessed Yule. Happy Solstice. Merry Christmas. Or...whichever holiday is most appropriate to you. May your New Year start with a blessedness, may 2012 bring you happiness, peace, joy, and lots of kinky good times.

Meh2 & Thankfulness

2011-11-21T20:54:00.000-07:00

Still sort of meh. i'm looking forward to Thanksgiving - though it will be a sad one. Even when you know someone is unwell and will be crossing over soon, the moment it hits still sucks. And it sucks because that new loss, however different or far apart it is from the old losses, will still tear those wounds open, just enough to hurt. i try to keep remembering that we were given more years than we expected - that she was ready to go home to her love on the other side. Yes, i'm being purposefully vague and feeling sorry for myself about the loss. (That being said, i still send and share my sympathies with my online friends who have experienced their own losses this year, and to those who are still struggling to see their families healthy again.)

Most importantly this Thanksgiving, for me, though:
1. Master loves me. He puts up with me, He takes care of me, whether i am well, ill or grieving.
2. Master and i have an amazingly intelligent and beautiful son.
3. Master likes my family, and is loved by my family, and He's willing to spend time with them.

<3 You, Master. Forever and always. i know that these last few weeks have been filled with much "meh" but my heart finds the song of joy when You smile at me.

If anyone out there is reading... Have a happy Thanksgiving. Treasure your loved ones, and yourself.

meh.

2011-10-16T21:24:00.000-07:00

So. We're totally staying on top of blogging and everything. (eyeroll.)
Right now, i'm personally struggling a bit. Except for my bright spot - Master - things have been kind of hard. Things around me have kind of spiraled. i recently lost someone very close, have had bad things happening to friends, family and have felt like a complete failure as Master's property.
He keeps reiterating that these things have been beyond my control, but i can't help but feel that i'm letting Him down. It feels like years ago, when i would literally, not move for days because i was too eaten up by the darkness, the brokenness i sometimes feel. i feel pathetic, unprepared, and i feel a bit like a fool writing this in the blog (but then, we've never tried to present ourselves as a flawless painting, so i guess it isn't so out of place...).
i don't want to be this way. But grieving takes time. Realizing that i can't control the world and keep everyone safe, happy and healthy isn't going to drag me out of this, at least not all at once.
But there's no option to lay here and cry for days. There's no time for that. And even so, i feel like i'm falling flat, not keeping up with the things i need to do, other than the most basic...
But we're here. He is Master and i am property. Just not entirely functional property.

Turn the fan on!

2011-08-26T16:43:00.000-07:00

We didn't fall off the face of the Earth.

Summer did get super busy and super hectic, though. We're still trying to squeeze in kinky fun wherever possible. We're still muddling on. i've headed back to school -- boo 12 credits this semester and (sadly) 3 credits next semester. We're trying to beat the heat, but must confess it's largely beating us... Last night at 9 pm it was still 90 degrees (F). Blasted heat. Tonight doesn't look much better.

i haven't forgotten about the 4th "Thunder Recap" that i promised. It's mostly written, but i lost the high from the event, and it makes me kind of sad that we don't get to have super intense fun like that as often as Master or i crave it, so it's been hard for me to finish writing. i will do my best to post it soon, though.

i also have a few other ideas percolating, and hope to get those out there, and hopefully either Master or myself will find the time to write up some of the kinky fun we do manage to squeak into our frantic lives.

And with that, i must go stuff myself in the freezer, because it is far too hot to be doing anything else.

Thunder Recap - Thunderously Awesome!

2011-07-25T13:27:00.001-07:00

This July we went to Thunder in the Mountains for the first time ever. It was their fourteenth year, roughly meaning that thunder began just before the girl and I started down our kinky road. It was completely fantastic! So far the girl has done a wonderful job in describing what happened and in what order, so I'll just add my own perspective and select memories.

What is Thunder? Thunder in the Mountains is an annual convention of a wide range of kinks, fetishes, lifestyles that broadly covers the scope of the alternative sexual communities. There are various presentations dealing with different aspects or types of play from leaders within the community. There is a vendor fair where local and international dealers come to present their wares, make contacts, and meet new customers. And there are the nightly play parties! For those among our readers that have never stepped into a dungeon that spans over 40,000 square feet with crosses, padded tables, cages, suspension frames, etc. numbering in the dozens, let me just say WOW. We have never played in a space that massive before and we can't wait for our next opportunity. The normal Sado/Masochistic energies that swirl around you when in a local dungeon scene are amplified so intensely, it is incredible!

There were a number of firsts for us on this trip. First time attending Thunder, first time being part of official presentations on aspects of BDSM, first time in such a huge dungeon surrounded by hundreds of other players all engaging in their art, first time scull fucking the girl first thing in the morning feeding her a breakfast of only cum before heading back, first time having the girl on a real rack. And the list goes on! We met so many fantastic people while we were there too. I got to shake hands with Rich Docktor (the owner of Thunder), with Victor Tella the great whip maker, Fifth Angel, Lolita Wolf, and Scott Smith who were among the very knowledgeable and personable presenters.

And then there was the vendor fair. We had intended to hold off on making any purchases the first day so we could discuss what we really wanted and not get caught up in lots of smaller purchases there by missing out on the larger ones. But, as with all plans, it did not survive contact with the vendors and their fine wares. There was so much to see spread over two rooms!

I didn't even make it out of the first room before I had to make a purchase. See I am a huge fan of McGuyver and of McGuyverisms and finding BDSM toys that have been kit-bashed in this fashion, irresistible. I found a metal crop made from an old metal shoe horn with a spring neck for flexibility. Well I grabbed that one up right away. That, however, was not the last of our Friday purchases. As we went into the next room, the larger one, we were overwhelmed with "oh I want one of those" and "I've never even seen this before".

We looked over rope vendors because I really, really wanted to try jute or hemp rope specifically made for bondage as the majority of my current mountain of rope is the cotton or poly blends from big box type stores. However, I was interested in shopping a bit for the rope, making an informed purchase and getting the best deal, so we saved that till Saturday. However, that did not prevent a number of other purchases. Following the metal crop, I found a wonderful little boutique that had knives, stun guns (I so badly wanted to get one but refrained), canes, and paddles! Given the girl's obsession with only the thuddiest of impacts, I picked up the biggest wooden paddle I could find and whacked her pant covered ass. "Mmmmmm" she said, which, of course, meant I had to buy it on the spot. This paddle is freaking huge, more like a boat oar with a very short handle and in fact that is its nickname, "the oar". I made a crack purchasing it about how often the girl finds herself up a creek without a paddle, so now we have one for her.

We then immediately found a very lovely heavy, thus thuddy, flogger that closely matches the color of our current favorite flogger made from suede. Even better, this delightful flogger was half price! So now we have a metal crop, a boat oar, and a flogger on our "no purchases" shopping trip. Then we came across an absolutely gorgeous set of cuffs that also nicely matched our flogger set, black leather with purple accents so we had to get them as well along with the matching collar and a five way clip restraint ring. Then I said we had enough and forced ourselves to leave before we spent all our money right there and then. We'd like thank the vendors for being a part of this year's Thunder and for being so open about what they do.

After that first visit to the vendor area, we attended the meet and greet. It was great to see the interplay between the presenters, staff leaders, and Rich Docktor. That kind of camaraderie and good humor adds so much to the event. Also, it was heartening that first time attendees were applauded, it is always warming to know that everyone whether veteran or novice is appreciated by the community. Also we were treated to the comic styling of International Mr. Leather 2003 John Pendel, which was hilarious.

Now for a word on rules and public play. I think that it really speaks to the responsible and considerate nature of our community that, though the necessity for having rules like no cameras in the play area or no walking though public areas like the pool or parking lot naked, bound, or on leashes may be legally required, most of us have no interest in violating the privacy or sensibilities of those around us. Kudos to the responsible kinkster.

Following the meet and greet, we went to the common area to have a bite to eat to get our energy up for the up coming play party. We met some really nice folks at our table and had some goofy conversations. Then it was time to get ready for the big play party. I went out to retrieve our gear and was quite pleased to find a luggage cart sitting near the door unattended. I walked off with it, figuring if anyone began chasing me down I could ask them after the fact if I could borrow it. We packed a lot and all together it is not unlikely that our bags weighed upwards of 200lbs. It certainly felt like it trying to haul it all into the dungeon. Why do I keep packing so much stuff? Well to borrow from a favorite movie of ours, "I just get excitable as to choice. I like to keep my options open."

I digress, so we enter into the huge dungeon where dozens of people are already getting set up for some sexy play. Sometimes it is hard to choose whether you want to start off by playing or just walking around checking out some of the other scenes. We placed our stuff near a St. Andrew's Cross somewhere in the center and I tied a rope harness on the girl. I cuffed her hands behind her back and lead her around on a leash as we explored the dungeon. We saw so many wonderful scenes; whippings, floggings, zippers utilizing fishnets, needle play, etc. There were so many stations to play at too, including a rack, a vacuum bed, a suspended cage, etc. So many options, so little time.

We went back to the cross and I bound the girl up to it in preparation of a flogging with our new toys. A little warm up with the leather gloves and we were off to the races. I love flogging and it saddens me that our home provides so little room to do it. So when I get the chance, I whip the shit out of the girl. It was a great deal of fun watching her dance on the cross with each stroke, and then I broke out the Dragon Tail and she really began to dance about. Then the tears began to flow. Mmm dacryphilia.

Then I had a special treat for the girl. I took my boot and sock off and asked her if she wanted me to kick her ass. The look on her face was priceless, such eager desire! I believe we have mentioned before, the night she was in the shower and I just randomly began kicking her ass. The girl loved it! Apparently it was just the right amount of thud that she constantly whines about.

I made her beg for it, loudly in front of all those people. I then steadied myself against the cross, staring into her eyes as she pleaded to have me kick her ass. Which, I might add is one of the more interesting and entertaining requests one might hear. Oh the sounds she made when I began, she even began jumping up and down on the cross whooping excitedly. How she loved it, and I did too. Neither one of us remember just how many I gave her, but we did go three rounds and I only stopped once the tears started flowing. It was magic!

It was time to take her down off the cross, but as we did so the girl began to feel cold. The room temperature of the dungeon was a little on the cold side, but being naked and beaten I'm sure it was far worse for the slave. Sadly, as it had been so very long since we'd played in a public dungeon, there were certain details of after care that slipped my mind. One being big, warm blankets or a bath robe to help stabilize her body temp. The other was tepid water, as the dungeon did have water stations, but the water was ice cold and exacerbated the girl's freezing feeling. By the time I rushed out to get the only blanket in my car, a torn up picnic type blanket complete with grass clippings, it was too late and the girl was done for the night. An ache developed in her stomach and a fatigue settled upon her.

We wandered around a bit, looking at some of the other scenes, even tired to have another one ourselves, but in the end we decided to call it a night and conserve our energy. Lugging all that gear back to the car after only one scene was a little disappointing but I reminded myself that the next night would be even better.

The drive home was quick and we soon found ourselves in the presence of our dear friends once more. I should mention that they didn't stay long at the play party, but did get the chance to do some pony play with the pony cart and track provided. I'm quite sad that I was so focused on our scene that I missed theirs. I digress, so we arrived at their place for the second time that day and Macula Pravus had kindly prepared a bed for us. We had a bit of fun with the girl before we settled in for bed, just a few short hours of sleep before beginning the next day's adventure.

We only managed a few hours of sleep, but the excitement of the day to come got us up and out of bed. I did a quick stretch to loosen up my limbs and while working on my hips, I pulled the girl up by her hair and began throat fucking her. It lasted a good while, tears pouring from her eyes and that sweet little gagging noise she makes when choking on my head. I came down her throat, feeding her the only breakfast she'd have. Macula Pravus made us both some eggs and toast and we had a bit of a chat before we were ready to leave.

Macula Pravus had the idea to have both girl's in one car since they each have such difficulty managing in traffic. This day the girls rode with me. Given the drive the day before and the traffic we encountered, we decided to leave a bit earlier. However, the highway we used was down to one lane right in the midst of some big on and off ramps. This delayed us excessively and though we left early, we were still twenty minutes late. Macula Pravus, for some reason, was delayed and the kitty dutifully decided to sit and wait for him in the lobby. We didn't like the idea of leaving her by herself but he was only a little behind and she insisted she would be okay.

So we went to our first seminar on combining Martial Arts and BDSM, something that we really, really were looking forward to. Being late was aggravating but when we got to the doors and discovered them locked, it was worse. We tried two different entrances to the seminar room, but we were locked securely outside. With a huff, we started back toward the lobby to sit with the kitty. Then we passed by another set of doors that were open and slipped inside. It appeared to have gotten a late start so we found ourselves some seats on the outskirts and enjoyed the show. As the girl has mentioned, we won't go into specifics about the seminars or the other players at the parties, but the seminar was fantastic and right up our alley.

We went to our next seminar which was on the use of single-tail whips. The presenter was very personable and very knowledgeable. Her technique was beautiful and refined. At one point she was kind enough to allow a number of us in the audience to use some of her whips, try them out. I couldn't help it, I had to try it and I loved it. I took as much care as I could to be gentle and respectful of her whip. I looked back to the girl and saw the eager look on her face and the desire growing in her eyes. I passed the whip off to the next individual in line and we rushed off to the vendor fair to buy our own. See, the girl has had a long standing fear of single-tail whips and save for our Dragon Tail it was unlikely that she would have ever pursued it on her own. But thanks to the lovely presentation, the girl was quite eager to give it a try.

As fortune would have it, we came to Victor Tella's booth. Some of you might remember the post written about our Victor Tella Dragon Tail. Now I had the opportunity to speak to the man himself! As we came over to examine the whips displayed upon the wall, a very kind man recognized us from the play session the night before. He was working the booth with Mr. Tella and had some very kind things to say about us, which was quite flattering. He helped us to find not only one whip that would work for us, but a pair of identical 3' signal whips. They are gorgeous, electric blue and deep black. I have come to affectionately call them the twins.

We then met up with our dear friends and headed off for a bite to eat. A local fast food restaurant which seemed to be having a little bit of problem with the lunch rush. Still, it was tasty and we had our fill, save for the darling kitty who was still ill. I felt so bad for the kitty, being so sick on the event of the year. She tried so hard to keep her energy up and I know it was hard for her. She is quite the trooper!

After lunch we headed back and we all attended the next seminar together, a delightful showcase of sadism. The presenter was fabulous and quickly became one of our favorites in the lineup. It was great fun, seeing all the cruel things that he did to the demo bottoms. It certainly got my juices flowing and I could hardly wait for the evening's play party.

Once the seminar was over and done with, we headed back to the vendor fair and took the next class period to look around in earnest for anything we really wanted/needed. We picked up some sexy black latex gloves, 120 feet of burgundy hemp rope, a very intimidating rigging knife, and, remarkably, a pair of suspension cuffs that we have seen years ago and never since from CJ's Leather here in Colorado.

At some point we had the opportunity to speak to the presenter from the first seminar, the one about Martial Arts and BDSM. He was offering his books and we had to get them. He kindly offered to autograph them for us and for a moment I had that problem where you aren't sure which name to use. Should I give my profile name, which I used on my name tag, or my first name? They are our books, for our library at home, why not use our first names. Unfortunately, there is that momentary pause while debating it where you stare blankly at them when they've asked you your name. Smooth... Regardless, we had a nice little chat and continued on our way.

Once we were done in the vendor area we met up with Macula Pravus and his kitty and headed to the hospitality area to await the play party once more. We had a nibble, chatted with some very fun people. Eventually it was time to gather our stuff and head off to the dungeon for some fun. The kitty was eager to try out the pony cart again and Macula Pravus was interested in playing with her a bit before on one of the tables. I went to get the gear once again, using the same cart to bring it all to the dungeon and pile it off to the side. I took the cart back out to the entryway and when I returned, we all chose stations near each other so we could be close as we played.

I stripped the girl down and bound her to another St. Andrew's Cross using the suspension cuffs we'd purchased earlier. Leather glove and flogger warm up with a few punches to the girl's tender ass and we were well on our way. How I love to watch her dance, and how she danced as I worked over her tender spots from the night before. The girl doesn't really bruise on her ass or back, now if I were to work her over near her joints she would bruise like crazy. Despite literally having kicked her ass the night before, there was almost no visible sign. However, the slightest pressure and boy did she howl.

I went from the floggers, working on harder impacts on her shoulders and ass, to a short work over with the Dragon Tail. Then it was time to break out the Twins. I relished the feel of them in my hands, working the cracker back and forth over the girl's back, butt, legs, sides, and so forth. The girl loved it too, dancing on the cross as tears streaked her cheeks. I lost track of how long I worked her over but it seemed to go on and on. I flicked at her calves, the backs of the thighs, and her butt. I whipped back and forth all over her back, working criss-cross patterns, Florentine strikes, parallel planes, etc. I didn't want it to stop, I wanted to keep working her all night, but I had more plans for her and needed her to still have some energy.

I told her, though, that I was going to kick her ass again before I let her down. The girl's teary face lit up and she begged me to do it. I love that. I teased her, telling her we'd break them into three set of ten. She begged for mercy, asking for less, so, being a generous sort of guy I offered her three sets of five. Still she cowered on the cross, begging for even more mercy. Wow, someone must have been sore on the bum. All right, I settled upon five sets of three. Same number, more time in between. Then we began, I removed my shoes and socks, settling into my stance. The first three were hard and deep and the girl bounced up and down again. Then the next and the next, then I switched sides as my foot was a little sore from the night before too. Since I was working both sides, I needed to do them equally, of course, so I gave her three of three on that side as well. Tears and screams and flopping about on the cross, how delicious.

Finally I let her down. Having learned our lesson from the night before about after care in public spaces we brought tepid water with us, had the blanket handy to wrap her up immediately, and even a chocolate bar to help with endorphins. Of course, having all of these things handy, the girl came off the cross, sore, but perfectly fine. No issues with being cold, no terrible tummy aches, she was just fine. Good! On to the next bit.

The dungeon, as I had mentioned, had an honest to god rack. Or at least a very nice representation of one. How could I resist, especially since we now had these fantastic suspension cuffs to use? We moved all of our stuff over to it, and managed to find it unoccupied. It was constructed on a slant with wooden slats with big gaps in between. No reason for the slave to be too comfortable after all. And a girl with a freshly whipped back and beaten ass, those gaps were agonizing! Tears began before I ever had her stretched out. I draped the blanket over the wooden slats and laid her down as I connected the cuffs to the stretching rope. Leg cuffs bound down tightly to the base of the frame and it was time to stretch the bitch out.

I love racks, I love the concept, the look, and the effect it has on a slave's body and mind. I have always wanted to use one on the girl and finally having the opportunity was wonderful! How she groaned as I cranked the wheel, dragging her over the wooden slats. The initial stretch complete, I locked the position and walked around in front. I began to lay out the implements I intended to use. How horrible it must be to be so helplessly exposed in front of dozens of people and watching as the toys that were about to torture and torment you terribly were laid out next to you one by one.

I absolutely love it, and she did to, but don't tell her that, it still seems a surprise. So, with the tools of the torture trade laid out for her to ponder, I went back to the wheel (which was a tire iron handle) and teased her about cranking her tighter... right before I cranked her up a full quarter turn of the tire iron wheel. Again, crying and groaning, which happens to be the right kind of music for the setting.

There were some physical limitations, though. That cramp in her belly from the night before never fully went away and, as she was exposed on the rack, she started to feel that chill come over her drastically reducing our time. Still, I had the core of what I wanted to do to her and that was going to happen regardless. Sadly, the two sets of 25 pin zippers that still have yet to be used were not applied and ripped off in the midst of a stretched orgasm as I hoped. The nipple clamps that were meant to bite into her tender flesh never found their home.The Dragon Tail never kissed her stretched body.

However, the dick on a stick, the Gigi (g-spot vibe), and my leather encased hands did a lovely job. There is something intrinsically humiliating about being fucked by a dick on a stick and look of shame and pleasure on her face was priceless. I pinched and groped and pressed on her tender, exposed parts while she struggled, all the while the Gigi hummed at her clit. It didn't take long for her to start begging, those pained expressions mingling with desperate need. Watching a girl, spread very tightly over uncomfortable wooden slats, trying to pump down on the cock buried inside her while she moans and groans is so very hot. I was tempted to climb up onto the rack and fuck her, though the angle wasn't quite right and I was rather enjoying listening to her beg for release in front of the whole dungeon.

As much as I do love to drag things out, the girl was burning out quickly and I was still hoping for at least one more scene. So, I allowed her to cum and delighted in the intensity of her shuddering and screaming. The orgasm seemed to last and last as I pumped the dildo into her harder until she fell back limp and sobbing. I waited for my "thank you" before releasing the tension and beginning the process of untying her from the rack. The determination: I need a rack of my very own at home!

Again the girl was pretty spent and sore at this point, laying on those mean wooden slats without any bondage support. I leaned over her and had her wrap her arms and legs around me and I lifted her up off the rack and into my arms. I looked over and saw that gentleman who had complimented us earlier that day at the vendor fair. He smiled and offered a chair for the girl to sit in. I smiled back but declined the offered chair, the reason was that the girl had had her ass kicked twice in as many days and I knew she was very tender. Those particular chairs are a bit rough on the butt, so in a gesture of uncharacteristic kindness I let the girl sit upon the floor wrapped in the blanket instead.

I tended to the girl, making sure she was watered and warm, then I cleaned up our toys and put the rack back as it was found. We waited a little while, putting all of our gear out of the way by the side wall. Another quick note about how awesome the kinky community is: you can place all of your gear up along the walls and no one disturbs it. Where else could you say the same thing?

The girl was too spent for us to have another scene that night, which was okay given the two awesome experiences we had earlier. Instead, I wanted to walk around and look the scenes that were still going on around us. I should mention a little back story. The girl brought two pairs of high heeled shoes with her. The shoes she wore on Friday were comfortable and she had no issues with them. Saturday morning, the girl decided to wear her other pair which we had left in the car. I told her to wear her first pair down to the car and then switch them out. However, she decided that it would be fine to walk down barefoot and put the shoes on in the car. Disobedience, not my favorite thing, but if she was convinced it would be fine then it wasn't a big issue for me.

Now, the shoes in the car were not as comfortable as she had expected and during the first seminar she began to complain about her feet. Oh, how cute. The girl decided to do it her way and now she was suffering, marvelous. I made her stay in her shoes all day, right up till the play party so her feet were really sore. I mention this because, as we walked about the play party watching the fantastic scenes that were going on I held the girl in a wrist lock, pinching her fingers between mine, and pressing upon the inside of her arm to pull her up onto her tip toes. We walked all around, taking our time to watch and enjoy as she whined about the agony in her feet. As another first, I made the girl cum while forcing her to walk about and was delighted in the result.

Eventually it was time to head back and get another hour or two of sleep before the final day of Thunder.When we got back, Macula Pravus was waiting up for us and we had some more fun with the sleepy, sore girl. Finally, we passed out for the night. The next morning I woke a bit of a grump, sleep deprivation and all that. The girls went in Macula Pravus' vehicle and I followed behind. This day we arrived in time for our seminars and we all attended a class on electricity play together. Much like the seminar on single-tails, the moment it was over I rushed to the vendor fair to find a shock stick, the name of which eludes me. I was very happy to find one and it saved the girl from having to suffer through the stun gun I was planning to get if I couldn't find it. Not that she seems all that appreciative.

We then attended a class on covert public play that really opened a lot of doors for us in our own play. I really look forward to using a number of the techniques discussed on the girl in the future. It was a lot of fun and let out a bit earlier that we expected. I gave a call to our friends to see if they were ready for lunch, but didn't realize that it was as early as it was. Thus I inadvertently gave them a moment of panic, thinking that there was something terribly wrong with the girl. Once we got that cleared up, we waited for our friends before heading off to the same restaurant for lunch. The kitty managed to get some fries down, still bothered by the stomach ailment, poor thing.

When we returned from lunch, we all attended a class on plaster casting. Though the presenter was particularly knowledgeable, the setup for the presentation was not well thought out. The room was too noisy to hear her soft, even voice and the demo bottoms were placed on plastic sheeting on the floor while the attendees were all sitting in straight rows. Only those in the front and on the inside of the isles could really see anything. On a personal note, I've never really had any interest in plaster casting for bondage, but as a result of this seminar I do have more of an appreciation for it in terms of an art form. I felt bad for the presenter, who did a good job, but it seemed as if everything was working against her from the start.

When the plaster casting class was complete, we bid our friends farewell. Macula Pravus and his kitty went back home, not having an interest in the last offered presentations of the day. The girl and I, however, went to one of the most intense and personally interesting presentations of the event. Waterboarding! For those of you who have followed our pictures on Fetlife, you may have seen us do a version of waterboarding in our bathtub. For the correct, governmental version of waterboarding the person must be slightly inverted so that their head is below their hips. This prevents water from flowing down into the lungs, thus drowning the person. Water, however, does fill the sinus, preventing them from getting a full breath of air. The sensations and the resulting panic are very much the same, but the danger of dying from the water flow is nil. You can pour water directly into the person's face or, my preferred method, you can place a wet towel or rag over their face and continue to pour water over that. The rag provides that extra breathless touch that I enjoy dragging out while my girl squirms and gasps.

The presentation was fantastic as the techniques were demonstrated upon two demo-bottoms who kicked, and fought desperately to escape in front of all of the attendees. We had a great time, and I could tell the girl was both excited by and sympathized with the sufferings of the volunteers. It was the grand finale to an absolutely fantastic event and a lovely weekend. There was an after party being held in town, but we sadly had to return to our normal lives.

It was hard leaving that last time, walking through the now familiar hallways, seeing all our fellow kinksters in their fetish best on our way out. We got into our car and headed back to our friend's home one last time to gather the last of our bags and say our goodbyes. We talked for a while, reminiscing and discussing our favorite moments. Finally, we gave our hugs and kisses and were off to pick up our wee one and head on the long drive back home.

It was a really fantastic experience and one we hope to be able to repeat next year! We learned a lot, experienced so much, and made so many happy memories. I'd like to thank the staff, presenters, directors, and volunteers that worked so hard to make this the great event it was. Also, thank you to the staff of the hotel which hosted Thunder this year and is scheduled to do so for the next two years. Thank you to our dear friends for going with us and for hosting us over the weekend.

For all of our readers who haven't attended a Thunder in the Mountains event, or haven't made up their minds about going. I fully recommend that you do so, it is such a fantastic experience to be surrounded by so many of our like minded, fellow kinksters. As always, thank you for reading and best wishes to all...

Thunder Recap 3

2011-07-14T19:43:00.008-07:00

As stated in the disclaimer in our first post of the Thunder Recap series, there will be no detailing of the seminars, identification of kinky players, etc. If you haven't read them, you can find them here and here.

After a brief sleep between arriving at our host's home and needing to be up to head back to the venue, Master and i heard our hosts, Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty up and about, and we roused ourselves. While there was some kinky fun before we'd fallen asleep, Master needed a willing body to ease some of the tension from all of the kinky-goodness around us. Luckily, He has one: me. While still a bit tired and bleary-eyed, Master took my head and skull fucked me, leaving me with a mouthful of breakfast. Strangely, i didn't feel hungry for anything but His cum until well after noon. Master Pravus and Master enjoyed some eggs, as Kitty has been experiencing some tummy troubles after food poisoning, so i believe she nibbled on crackers before we headed off.

Neither Kitty or i are good passengers, so our Masters' cleverly decided that putting us in the backseat of one or the other cars we were taking would ease our travel anxiety. (They were right! Even when there were scary drivers, we did much better!) On Saturday, Kitty and i rode with my Master. We made a quick stop to pick up energy drinks and ginger beer to get us through the day. Traffic was horrible, and there was construction which delayed us significantly. The three of us beat Master Pravus to the venue, and Kitty waited dutifully for him to arrive so that they could attend a seminar on Fire Play, while Master and i dashed off to a seminar on Martial Arts and BDSM. Luckily, Master Pravus and Kitty only missed about 20 minutes of Fire Play, and Master and i also only missed about 20 minutes of our chosen seminar.

Our first seminar really wiggled its way into our brains. We watched, amazed, as the presenter showed many techniques from Martial Arts and how they could be applied (and in many cases, should be applied) in a scene. The gears were turning behind Masters' eyes, and the delight was worming its way into the gleeful twitches of the sadist's smile. Things that had been taken before as a point of concern (at least on my end) were washed away. Our bodies and our brains are far more capable than i often give them credit for (maybe this sentence would read, more truly: my body and my brain is far more capable than i give it credit for). We were amazed and delighted, and took from the seminar many things we could incorporate into our play. We'd already thought of using punches, ridge-hands, knife-hand strikes and kicking, but there was so, so, so much more that we left with. As we get the opportunity to apply those new techniques, and as we experiment with our experience from Martial Arts interweaving into our play, i know we'll share those here.

We were quite torn, initially, on our choice for our second seminar - there were two that really appealed to us, including one about Unarmed BDSM (which our friends Master Pravus and Kitty attended), and one on Single Tails, which is the one we wound up attending. It is amazing to listen to the presenters, and, being a terrible wuss, afraid of everything, it was fascinating to watch my own mind change about single tails. Though not entirely assuaged, i felt far more comfortable, and reassured by what the body can really handle. The presenter was generous enough to allow the attendees to try out her whips, most of which were signal whips. Again, the delight crept across Master's face, and i knew as soon as we were done with the class, we would be headed to find a signal whip at the Vendor Fair.

Master made a b-line right for the booth He wanted to go to - and we received a stunning compliment. We were recognized from our scene the previous night! He had thoroughly enjoyed seeing Master kick my ass, and said he'd be looking for us again at the Saturday night play party. We ooh'd and ahh'd over the wares, and though Master was on a purple and black kick from the previous day, He chose to break the theme in favor of a twin pair of blue and black signal whips. Walking away with the gorgeous "Twins," we found our friends and decided to head to Wendy's for lunch, while Kitty showed off her shiny new jewelry, a matching pair of eternity wrist cuffs in stunning silver.

While most of the people in Wendy's were from Thunder, there were a few who weren't. Though we weren't being particularly loud or obnoxious with our conversation (in fact, we all had to lean into the table to hear each other) about the seminars we attended that morning, there was a woman who was eavesdropping, leaning closer to hear what we were saying. Eventually, she sat up straight, and left shortly after.

After lunch, we all headed, delightfully, to the same seminar, entitled "An Evening with Mr. Monster." That one was quite fun, a very round table discussion between sadists, masochists and the various degrees thereof. We all laughed, had great fun, and were largely entertained. A key point that came from the presenter's stories was generally "work with what you have" because that can take you some pretty crazy places. We thoroughly enjoyed the presentation, and i expect that Master will be quite creative in the future.

There wasn't a seminar any of us were interested in during the last slot of the day, so we all went to rest, and hang out in the common area of the hotel. We found some nibbles and laughs in the Hospitality Suite (which ran throughout the duration of the event), and then settled in some very cooshie leather chairs to wait for the play party to begin. We talked, laughed and, admittedly, did a little griping (mostly about vanilla things), Kitty conserved her energy, determined to have another go at some pony play at the upcoming play party. Meanwhile, Master Pravus tortured Apple Pig by stealing the delicious green apple which Apple Pig was mostly just stroking covetously.

There is yet more to come! The next post from me will detail Saturday's play-party, which was far more intense and enjoyable. Following that i will post our Sunday impressions, and also, a post dedicated solely to the goods we acquired from the vendors.

Thunder Recap 2

2011-07-13T15:13:00.001-07:00

Friday did not go as smoothly as we had planned. We were later arriving in Denver than we'd hoped to be, were rushed in our hellos to our dear friends Macula Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty, and found ourselves at Thunder In the Mountains Later then we expected. But it all worked out for the good. Master and i were at the Friday Night Play party, which we've been looking to for some time!

As i stated in our Thunder Recap 1, out of respect for the presenters, we will not be posting a summary of their seminars, just our impressions of the seminars, what ideas filled our heads, stuff like that. We will definitely talk about the kinky goods we came home with. We will definitely talk about our scenes at the play parties that happened in the largest dungeon event we've ever seen. We might mention something that we saw that was cool, but even if we know who the players were, we won't identify them in any way.

Master hefted the largest bag down to the dungeon and i helped by carrying the lighter bag, and we were delighted to enter the play space and feel swallowed by the room. Just for a rough idea, though Master and i didn't actually count, there were Saint Andrews crosses in the double digits (considering we remained in the pansexual areas and neither Master nor myself checked out the gendered only sections), there must have been something like 100+ different, separate spaces for scenes. (i forgot to mention the pony track. There was a pony track! i love watching ponies!) It was amazing. Huge.

The last time Master and i played in public was at the Labyrinth of Denver, U.G. and Denver P.E.P. In other words, it's been over 7 years. We were equally overcome with excitement, awe, delight, and amazement. We were at Thunder, in the biggest playspace we've ever seen... and we were free to play!

We jumped right in, settling ourselves near the center of the pansexual area, just off of the DM's station and Master hooked me up to a Saint Andrew's cross, and i asked if He was going to use our new leather flogger purchased earlier in the day, in combination with the suede flogger we've had for a while. It's been a long time since He'd been able to use two floggers - Florentine style. He agreed that He could try it, and after some warm up from His gloved hands, i heard the swooshing of air that comes with the arrangement of the floggers.

While one flogger is suede, and one is standard leather, one is also shorter than the other, which meant there was a bit of a learning curve for both Master and myself. It was a lovely, and intense flogging, and i danced around as much as i could, hopping a bit and re-positioning myself between crying out and living in the flogging. i was foggy-brained, and only semi-aware of what was going on around me, though i did see Master Pravus and his lovely Red Vinyl Kitty engaging in some pony play, and remember that they gave me good-bye kisses when they left - i also think it was at that point that Master told Kitty to bite my ass. Kitty is a very, very good biter - i yelped and tried very hard not to jump as she bit in.

Master also used the Victor Tella Dragon Tail, which was a striking experience, in and of itself. i have been (deathly) afraid of single-tails for some time, but when Master bought the Dragon Tail, i found that it was a particularly intense toy, and despite the sting, i liked the sensation of it. Playing with it at Thunder offered a new perspective on the toy, it's bite driving my sink into sensation, overcoming all other body sensations.

i don't remember if Master and i had talked about it before (probably, but my brain was pretty far gone) but He stripped off His boot and sock, and asked me if i wanted Him to kick my ass. While i don't remember the words that came from my mouth, exactly, it was something like, hells-yes-please-kick-me-in-the-ass. So He did. He used beautiful (courtesy style, meaning He used the top of His foot) round-kicks. i don't know how many times, or how long our scene had lasted, but my backside felt so completely raw and lovely when He brought me down.

He tried to make me sit in a chair, but i begged for the floor - i couldn't imagine the rough fabric against my so-sore back-end, and Master let me sit on the floor, where i could shift and move a little, keeping my back end from screaming, so to speak.

Something that worries/annoys/confuses Master a bit about me, is that i will feel like i am freezing in 70 degree weather. In fact, i may complain about being cold all the way up to 80 degrees. Following the scene, the cool dungeon felt that much cooler, and i was shivering, had goosebumps and the ice-cold water Master brought me exacerbated my temperature issues. i was disappointed that i reacted so badly to a normal temperature, and we were both disappointed that the likelihood of another scene was so diminished. We opted to leave and took our time driving, talking to each other and connecting on a level that stirs the soul.

When we arrived at the home of our generous hosts, Master Pravus and Kitty, we found Master Pravus awake, but Kitty had crashed soon after they had arrived home. i was feeling significantly better, as Master had been kind enough to run the heater in the car (who has to run the heater in July, honestly?! i'm such a freak!) and so Master and Master Pravus opted to play with me for a bit. i was still very foggy and very tender from the scene at Thunder, but i remember giving Master a blowjob, being tit-fucked by Master Pravus, and being fingered to orgasm.

After that, i don't remember anything. But Saturday was right around the corner.

Look for my next entry about Saturday's experiences. Also, i think Master will be writing soon, too. "Thunder Recap" will be in the title of all Thunder posts!

Thunder Recap 1

2011-07-11T12:02:00.001-07:00

We're back from Thunder In the Mountains. It was, plain and simple, awesome.

Master and i probably have a lot to say about it, about what we experienced, so i expect there will be a few entries titled "Thunder Recap #" - just so you're forewarned. However, out of respect for the presenters, we will not be posting a summary of their seminars, just our impressions of the seminars, what ideas filled our heads, stuff like that. We will definitely talk about the kinky goods we came home with (we saved up most of the year to make sure we had some spending money for this little kinky vacation). We will definitely talk about our scenes at the play parties that happened in the largest dungeon event we've ever seen. We might mention something that we saw that was cool, but even if we know who the players were, we won't identify them in any way.

Thunder In the Mountains was a fantastic event. Really and truly. While it is unfortunate that photos were not allowed, it is also amazingly beautiful that we are so protective of each other and of what Thunder really represents - an opportunity to live as kinky as we want to be, learn kinky things and immerse ourselves among like minded "freaks" without threat to the other aspects of our lives. The venue was amazing. The owners of the event were amazing. The staff was amazing. The volunteers were amazing. The presenters were amazing.

It was awesome.

On Friday, we arrived as early as we could (darn errands delayed us a bit), to spend time with friends Master Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty and to peruse the vendor fair. It was our intention to browse. Just browse. Really consider what items would be added to our collection. But right on walking in the door, we found deals that were stunning! Master had to pick up a "MacGuyver" toy (something that wasn't meant to be a toy but had been beautifully kinkified), a monster paddle, a fantastic leather flogger (one with tons and tons of falls) in purple and black, and then, i begged and pleaded a bit for some beautiful, locking, purple and black leather cuffs, which delighted Master (He even added a matching collar and 5 point restraint addition).

So much for waiting to really choose what we wanted. (hehe)

We of course, attended the meet-n-greet, where we were listened to the owner of the event, celebrated the event's 14th birthday, were introduced to the presenters, staff and directors, and applauded the volunteers. Though we were informed of the rules (no cameras, safety concerns, the directions to follow requests from staff, directors and volunteers) - this introductory meet-n-greet was funny, carried a sense of humor, gentle ribbing and fond affection between the owners, the staff, the presenters and the volunteers. Even better, Mr. Leather International 2003 was there, and in addition to being one of our presenters, a public figure of BDSM, he is also a delightful comedian, and he entertained us for a lovely half-hour, after which, my face hurt from the mirth that he'd spread about the room.

We headed off to the lobby of the hotel, where we found some brief nibbles, and chatted amicably with other attendees of the event, laughing and being silly already. The time arrived for the play party to begin, and Master headed off to the car to retrieve our gear. Fortunately, He was relieved to discover a luggage rack, which he took full advantage of to bring the gear (about 200 pounds worth of goods - because we're never sure what we'll be in the mood for) to the lobby. Then it was merely a question of hauling it to the dungeon.

Look for my next entry for my experience on our Friday night scene from Thunder!

Whee!

2011-07-06T20:44:00.002-07:00

It's been a crazy few weeks here...

And Master and i are excited people. This weekend, we'll be kid-free and attending an event we've wanted to attend for years. We're going to Thunder In the Mountains!

Even better, we'll be able to spend some time with our dear playmates Master Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty!

Even though i've always wanted to go to Thunder, i wasn't too sure how i was feeling about it this year. i mean - it's not easy to break away from the routine, and i'm, well, crazy-nut-balls-anxious about everything that isn't routine. As we've gotten closer, i've found myself more and more exited about the whole thing. There's a chance that we might run into folks we've met on FetLife (though we won't be able to make the pre-Thunder meeting), there's lots of cool seminars going on, throughout the weekend, and play-parties. Master and i haven't seen a public play party in at least seven years. We remember them fondly, and we're pretty excited to see how those work out.

As soon as we're back from Thunder, we're planning on blogging the experience. Because Thunder is an extremely privacy-oriented event, there won't be any pictures from the event itself, but if we manage to get some private playtime in, of course we'll have photos of that to share!

i'm off to start the packing! (Yes, i know it's only Wednesday, but that's okay. i want to be ready for Friday morning with plenty of rest under my belt.)

1, 2, 3 & 4 Monday

2011-06-21T16:17:00.000-07:00

Monday morning. Nothing special about it, really. Except that Sunday night i finished "Crusader" by Andrew Chapman, which, for a science fiction/fantasy novel, contains some eloquent, steamy, and lightly themed BDSM sex scenes. When i woke up (as usual, before Master) i was craving something a little stronger, so i fetched for myself "The Story of O" and read a good third of the book before i had to have the real thing. So, ever so gently, i worked on bringing Master out of His sound sleep, and as He lay there, i asked if Monday mornings were good for sisal rope or lots of belts. His sleepy eyebrows arched with delighted supposition before He told me to get the sisal.

He mauled me while wrapping me with that lovely, stiff and pokey rope. It was a beautiful chest harness, and was so very tight that every move was riddled with the prickles of the rope. He used the leather cuffs and bound me down to the bed, and pain mingled deliciously with the pleasure of sex. Master delighted in pushing on me in ways that created more pressure in the harness, making it push and poke deeper into my flesh. As we finished, i gasped for air, and felt as if we'd held the scene for hours. Though i still don't know how long we actually took, it was a beautiful start to Monday. Master and i felt connected, spent and blissed out. Eventually though, the stabbing sisal had to be removed, and as Master took it from my body, i reached back to feel my ribs and pulled my hand away, wet. i was shocked, and asked Master why my hand would be wet. He shrugged and suggested it was sweat. But it was too slippery to have been sweat (plus i very rarely sweat - hahaha!), considering my brain was more wrapped up in the rush of pain/pleasure/sex, i let it go.

As we stumbled downstairs for our shower, i dallied, and Master had already started the water when i arrived. i looked into the beginning to fog mirror and gasped. Now it made sense - the sisal had been tight enough, and prickly enough that the slippery wetness i'd felt had been plasma, and now little tiny wounds were beginning to appear, seeping blood. Master asked me what was wrong from behind the shower curtain, and i casually commented that the length of sisal we had used was no longer a toy we could share. He peeked around and i showed Him the little wounds, beginning to seep just enough blood to form minuscule scabs. We laughed, and He dried off and ran to get the camera to take pictures of the aftermath.

We counted our Monday morning scene and sex as a feather in our caps, and went about the typical routine, spending time together as a family, playing with our kiddo, and eventually, Master headed off to be tortured by "hippie hypocrisy" while i continued to slowly work on things that need doing around the house. As the day wound down, i felt extremely sore from the mornings' delicious activities.

Lo and behold, though, shortly before Master left work, our little munchkin agreed that he was, after all, a sleepy boy, and went nicely to bed. When Master walked in the door, we practically flew to our boudoir, where we settled in for more sex! While Master crushed me with recycled belts from our years involved in martial arts, He told me awful stories about things He'd like to do, though He did admit the version of me that dwells in His fantasies is more masochistic than i, though i am a bigger pain slut than i willingly admit. As we lay there, spent for the second time, i casually asked Master if He was really done for the day. i love seeing His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

One of my favorite ties, but one we don't do often, is anything that exaggerates the natural curve of the spine. Monday night, as we traveled into the Summer Solstice, my back felt better than it has in ages. So good, in fact, i asked that Master consider a back bending tie and fucking me from behind. He happily obliged, contorting my body. Shoulders pulled back and hips pulled up, my belly rubbed against the bed, though i was propped up on my elbows and knees, and as Master penetrated me for the third time in one day, i gasped. Orgasms rolled over me, surprising me with their rapid onset, and the duration with which they lasted. As i finished gasping from the last one, another wave would roll over me, and Master accepted a pathetic "please" instead of the much longer, usual required begging for orgasms. His body pulsed with mine, and we lay there, on our sheets, still covered in sisal fibers, sweat and cum... His hand moved to loosen the knots, and i rolled away, turning myself onto my back, stealing the knots from His fingers. i wasn't ready to be let loose. It felt far too comfortable, and i felt far too much like the puppy that wasn't done playing.

Master obliged. And i screamed into the pillow, sore, swollen and yet, somehow, still suffering from an overactive libido.

Two scenes, four unique acts of sex, and my back feels amazingly well, though there won't be any tank tops in my near future, considering i'm marked all over. Yes, Monday was beautiful! Wonder if Tuesday night might be back bending, too...Must. Relocate. Camera.

Nothing in Place

2011-06-02T11:12:00.000-07:00

Oh, the kinky fun we've had! Lately, things have been shaping up reasonably nicely for Master and i to snatch some quality time together. It's meant a lot, to both of us. i feel more grounded, more satisfied in my place, and overall, i think Master has generally felt better about things, too (other than the depths with which He hates what He has called "enduringly pathetic employment").

Yesterday was an example of the heaven that summer break has provided Master and i. After a morning of puttering about outside, including Master working on the basic auto care for His car, we returned inside to enjoy slushed gatorade and watch a movie. As we watched a movie that we wanted to see, our lovely, rambunctious munchkin did something unexpected. He cozied in for an early afternoon nap. Master and i fled upstairs, hurriedly and huskily discussing what we wanted to do. Just sex? Something more complicated? A full blown scene?

Master told me the basics would do, but earlier i had seen Him cradling some rope as we looked about for His missing practice sword, and said how lovely it would be to use it, since we often gravitate to thicker rope. So while He waited for me to ask permission to be in His bed, i wandered off and brought Master the poor, neglected and slightly tangled rope. While He untangled the mess, i attempted to distract Him. Master's powers of concentration are stronger than i expected, as i had only the barest twitches in His legs while preforming fellatio. Guess i'll have to try harder next time!

When Master had the rope untangled, He began to loop it about me, creating a rather pretty chest harness (oooh, picture - on the right! The rest of the pictures can be seen on His FetLife profile). When it was finished, we cracked out our Liberator gear and began a rather lovely bout of sex. But it wasn't the rope harness or the sex that drove me over the edge. Master grabbed the pretty loops down the front of the harness and mentioned that i had a handle. And at that point, i (again) realized that on the whole, what i get out of the things we do is secondary. At best, i'm a useful tool, a masturbatory aid, something meant to make His life easier. At that moment, i had to beg for permission to cum fast, because it hit like a wall. After i thanked Master, i spouted that i'd compared myself to a Tenga Air...

While i don't remember exactly what He said, it was something like "duh." Maybe He was nicer about it than that. Then again, it happily, doesn't really make a difference. i was in my place, His toy, property, plaything...

And it was good. After round two, we headed off to the shower, and settled in downstairs to watch the movie. Just in time to watch the little eyes open and examine everything to be sure he hadn't slept through something exciting!

So Much Improved...

2011-05-31T13:50:00.009-07:00

Well, there was no lack of whinging over the last few months, that schedule was horrific on a level that threatened sanity and health alike. But now we are both home, at the same time, together! And things have improved quite a bit.

Recently we put the cage up in a permanent home in a nook up stairs. Since then the girl has spent a couple of hours on a couple different days locked away securely. I have to say that having her locked up where I want her is almost better than having her at hand all day.

I also have to say that I have been greatly impressed with the increased interest that the girl has displayed in our kinky play. During our painful hiatus it seemed that the girl had little or no interest in being bound or in doing much at all. Though I was, and am, understanding of her reasoning what with the stress of classes and such. However this revived interest has taken me a bit by surprise and done so in the best ways.

During our recent play session with Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty, I had the opportunity to string the girl up by her neck. Again as many of you know I am a huge fan of breath play and noose play in particular. I have never had the opportunity to pull her up onto her toes before and greatly enjoyed the experience. What really surprised me was how much the girl enjoyed it as well. To the point of enjoying looking at the pictures and video of the experience. Breath play is one of those things that the girl does like, but has a hard time admitting it openly. Yet not this time, she enjoyed the experience and found the photos to be very hot to look at.

Beyond that, I was looking at new items to request from Eden Fantasies to review and the girl suggested an item that I had disregarded as not being an interest to her. It is an anal dildo, specifically one designed to be used as a double penetration toy during sex! I was flabbergasted that she would suggest it and immediately ordered the item. Those of you who have followed us for a while may remember our short lived attempt to introduce anal into our play. Anal has never been something that the girl had much interest in and something that we haven't had much experience with as a result. So you may be able to better understand my complete shock that she would ask to have this toy.

Just today we had the opportunity for some alone time thanks to an unexpected child nap. When we retreated to our play area upstairs the girl went to our nook and retrieved a bundle of thin rope which she offered to me. I was again surprised, normally when I have an interest in tying her I have to force in upon her, especially rope harnesses and yet here she was offering me the rope to bind her with. Well, I needed no additional incentive and bound a lovely chest harness upon her. The girl was helpful and quiet during its application, none of the usual little complaints or impatient huffing that so often accompanies rope bondage. It was lovely, both the experience and the result.

There have been other little things that have improved as the school semester grows faint in our memories, whether by the passage of time or intentional repression. So much so that at times it seems like the difference between night and day in dealing with the girl. I feel the change in me as well, like the classic weight being lifted from my twisted and strained back. There remain a few niggling little issues that follow us, waiting to ambush our enjoyment. Though I keep hoping that these will fade as well.

Especially as we approach this year's Thunder in the Mountains. This will be our first year attending Thunder and we are both so very excited to be a part of it. We've picked out the seminars that hold the most interest for us and have allotted time to visit the venders to do a bit of kinky shopping. I'm practically drooling at the chance to get my hands on some serious bondage rope. Oh and the play parties! I can hardly wait! *Drool*

It's been a long time coming, but things are really shaping up nicely now that the girl is home. We've had far more opportunities to play in the last month than we had in the previous four, I've started writing the reviews for Eden Fantasies again and have two new items on their way even now, and with the warmer weather I've been able to go outside and catch up with my martial activities. All in all, May was a good month and I'm hoping that June will be even better. Stay tuned dear reader...

And it was heavenly...

2011-05-27T15:33:00.000-07:00

It had been a while since we last saw our dear friends Master Pravus and his lovely Red Vinyl Kitty, and the last time, two of us weren't feeling on top of things...But last weekend, we were all feeling great and excited to see each other again.

Unfortunately, we got a bit sidetracked by an issue with Master's car and arrived at our hosts' home a little later than planned. Master and i felt a bit guilty, but were quite amused watching Master Pravus enjoy the thorn he found in the roses we brought them in honor of their May birthdays. (Ridiculous, i say -- a single thorn in a dozen roses? What on earth are they doing to the best part of those gorgeous flowers?)

We began our lovely weekend together with a BBQ on their porch, and all of us enjoyed a bit of a smoke. Master and Master Pravus enjoyed cigars, i was allowed to smoke a clove, and Kitty tried my Blu's (e-cigarette). After having been fed and watered, our toppy types took us inside and it wasn't long before the fun began. Master was working me over with our Viper's Tongue, while Master Pravus worked over Kitty with theirs, which were very, very different. Ours looks like a square snake's tongue and is made of one piece of leather, while theirs has angled slashes on either side of a slit down the middle and is made slapper style, that is, two pieces of leather. i remember laying on the floor staring into Kitty's blue, icey sapphire-like eyes while flashes of tasty pain were delivered to each of us. Eventually we switched, and Master Pravus began working me over while Master pulled out His ropes to use on the Kitty. A slew of various implements were used, and there's a toy i'll be keeping my eye out for -- scary looking, but wondrously thuddy impact with just the barest sting...

There was repeated talk of having Kitty and i fist each other, and so after Master Pravus set aside the toys he'd pummeled me with, he began attempting to warm me up for such an event. There came a mind blurring point where i wasn't sure if there was a cunt attached to my body. Pleasure had become an absence of feeling, and i had no idea if i would be able to handle any more without knowing if i was hurting or having fun! From the hazed sense of pleasure, i watched Master and Kitty playing with rope -- it is always fun for me to see Master's mad rope skills (unfortunately, i'm a rather picky and impatient sort, and Master often gets aggravated while attempting to put me in His rope, so it's way more fun to watch Him with someone who isn't me). Kitty looked fabulous in her harness, and i suggested that they take a few pictures in the Kitty Cave (her workroom and their playroom), without all the mess of a billion toys scattered about. (And those pictures are sexy! You can see some of them on her blog, linked above, or over on our FetLife profiles!) i'm not sure how it began, but i suddenly found myself swallowing down Master's cock, greedy for Him, while Kitty straddled His chest and made out with Him.

By this time, the "appointed" hour of the rapture had come and gone, and it was getting rather late, but we all thought a trip down to the hot-tub and pool would be a nice interlude before we continued. We engaged in our usual foolishness, that is, goofing off and making out, and it was nice for Kitty and Master to be able to switch over to the pool when the hot-tub became too warm for them, while Master Pravus and myself primarily enjoyed the heat. There was a rather amusing aspect to the trip down, as another resident of the complex came to use the hot-tub and pool. i became very shy and Master Pravus whispered to me that the woman didn't know if i was with him or not, so we continued to make out a bit. When Kitty and Master returned to the hot-tub, she came over and kissed Master Pravus, while Master sat next to me and we rubbed each other affectionately. The woman must have been confused, but . . . she remained amicable. And it was kind of funny to watch an outsider attempt to make sense of what we had (unthinkingly) done.

When we returned to our host's abode, we cleaned ourselves up a bit (chlorine, you know!) and headed out to the porch for another round of BBQ and smoke. It feels like we've been friends forever, kind of a simple, at ease, no pressure situation. After our tummies were again sated, we headed to the Kitty Cave to play with the swing. i'd never been fucked in one before, and we attempted to situate me for a double penetration, with Master fucking my face and Kitty nailing me with her strap-on. However, that didn't work out so well, as i felt dizzy suspended in such a fashion, so it was settled, that once the cameras had been situated, Kitty would fuck me with Andrew, and then Master would have a shot. Let me just say: suspended fuckings are hot. We had no idea it was so late, and the reverberation from the spring of the swing eventually caused the upstairs neighbors to respond. i was moved from the swing to the floor, while Master finished fucking me, making out with Kitty while Master Pravus kept me from begging to cum, either by kissing or gently applying pressure to my mouth and nose. i begged repeatedly, and Master Pravus told me "I don't think He knows you're there, you're just a cunt around His dick" or something to that effect, and it was humiliating, humbling and heavenly. When Master finished, Master Pravus straddled me and fucked my tits, commenting that i was of service to everyone. As he finished, leaving me sticky with lube and his signs of pleasure, Kitty came by and threw a towlette down on my chest and said "Clean yourself up" with such seriousness (but a lovely impish sparkle in her eye), that after a moment, we all couldn't help but laugh. It was beautiful, and along with the rapture that had been predicted, became the running joke of the weekend.

After getting cleaned up, we snuggled in the living room, watching Invader Zim (i love Gir!! i cannot believe that i'd never gotten into the show before now! LOL), though when Master noticed i was getting dozy, He got me up because there was yet one thing that couldn't be missed before He let me sleep. We wandered back into the Kitty Cave, where Master and Master Pravus slipped beautiful, black, one inch rope through the eye bolts in the ceiling, and Master fashioned a non-sliding noose for my neck. With Master on one end of the rope, and i at the other, He pulled. Up and down, i went, alternating between tiptoes and flat footed, trying to stretch as far as i could to ease the tension Master put on the rope. i don't remember how many times Master did that, but it was delightful, and scary. It was very interesting, having Master Pravus and Kitty watching -- i am always concerned that our edge play will make others frightened and uncomfortable around us, despite the fact that Master takes as many precautions as He can to keep me safe in our edge play.

When Master let me down, and coddled my dizzy, tripping and subbed-out self, we met Kitty and Master Pravus back in the front room, where Kitty gave me something she'd bought for me from her allowance - the cutest, most perfect puppy toy, a plushie, squeaky, pink bone with little black puppy prints all over it. i was so loopy, i wasn't sure i thanked her properly, but i love it so much! (Shhh, i sleep with it, and if Master puts me in the cage, i have to have it!) While watching more Zim, snuggled next to Master, i fell asleep.

In the morning, i woke, feeling restless and craving Master's touch, though i really didn't mean to wake Him. He rolled me around and played with me, beating on me with His leather gloves. We heard our phones go off, and Master found it was Kitty, tweeting that we were still asleep, though she'd had another sleepless night. We tweeted Kitty, telling her we were awake and she was welcome to come and join us. She arrived with a little blue mouse, and i squeaked my bone in greeting. Eventually, Master Pravus joined us (blinking a bit sleepily, i thought, and felt a bit bad for keeping him up until 5 and then waking him at 9 or so), and more fun ensued. He again fucked my tits, and there was a towel thrown upon me when he finished, and someone said "now clean yourself up," at which point, we all laughed again. Once Master Pravus and i emerged from the shower, cleaned and warm, i offered to help make breakfast, and while he scrambled eggs, i got to work on pancakes. We chuckled about possessed toasters, cool toasters, and Hello Kitty Toasters, he shared a nifty trick about getting egg protein off of dishes easily (it works!!) and we listened to Kitty getting a belated birthday spanking from Master before He fucked her tits, eventually switching to just jacking off on her belly...at which point Master Pravus threw a towel down on Kitty and said "Clean yourself up." We all laughed again as we ate a tasty breakfast, followed by a hard pill to swallow -- it was time for Master and i to prepare to leave. Master and Kitty showered together while i gathered the last of our things, and Master Pravus opened the bathroom door so that we could hear the last gasps of the fun weekend.

As usual, it was a special visit with special friends, whom we are so glad to have met, and we are definitely looking forward to next time...

The Rapture Weekend Wrap Up...

2011-05-25T15:38:00.009-07:00

What a weekend for a visit to our dear play partners Master Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty. The predictions for the day were a sunny day, a low chance of rain, and the end of the world. What better way to spend our predicted last hours than engrossed in hedonistic, kinky fun?

I could think of nothing better. Besides, if Jesus were to come knocking, I'd be more than happy to let him have a turn at the girl with the whip. I hear he has a miraculous touch ;).

This play date was actually about two weeks behind schedule because of female issues, family issues, and just general difficulties in lining up the meet. Personally I am surprised it doesn't happen more often, and grateful that it hasn't. Despite the issues, we were able to find a weekend that worked for everyone and how awesome is it that it happened to fall on the Rapture Weekend? When people ask me where I was at the end of the world I will get a huge smile on my face.

We arrived a little behind schedule due to an issue with my car. Nothing serious but something to keep an eye on. Despite that we arrived without issue, gave our greetings, a round of hugs and liberal tweaks. Master Pravus had the grill warmed up and we spent the next hour or so on the patio, we Domly types in chairs and the girls on the ground. Master Pravus cooked up some fantastic hamburgers, chicken breasts, and hotdogs.

Along with dinner, MP brought out a pair of cigars. I'm not a smoker normally, but it is hard to pass up cigars, plus they make the girl go wild. We lit up and spent some time chatting while dinner finished cooking and the girls took some photos of us while we smoked. We ate and talked for a long while then we went back inside.

I started pulling the girl's clothes off because I feel that a slave should be naked, especially when about to be used by horny people. Soon the kitty joined her in her de-clothed state and we had two sexy, naked slaves crawling about. To start the evening, MP and I worked our respective girls over, whipping them with Viper Tongue whips and manhandling them just right.

Before long, we switched it up and MP began fingering the girl and I began biding the kitty. Our hope for the night was that we would have the kitty be the first person to ever fist jenpet. To that end, MP began warming up the girl's cunt, pushing a number of fingers into her and working Andrew (kitty's strapon cock) inside. The girl made the most delightful noises while I tied a rope harness on the kitty. The silver sheen of the rope lit up against her soft skin as it hugged her gorgeous curves. She wears rope very, very well. I wanted to get a couple of nice shots of it so we went into the Dungeon were kitty posed for me and my camera.

Before long the rope harness came off the kitty and the girl was brought to yet another orgasm. Master Pravus wanted me to experience what he had in our previous visits when he made out with the girl while the kitty sucked him off. My girl was put to use sucking my cock while I made out with the kitty who straddled my chest. It was extremely arousing to say the least! Master Pravus was kind enough to work the camera while the girls worked. Overwhelmed by the deliciousness of the sensations, I came hard in the girl's mouth. I had her hold it in her mouth so I could get a shot of it before I allowed her to swallow it all.

If I remember correctly, we then went down to the hot tub together. It was a lovely night for a swim and a soak. We had a lot of fun, alternating between the hot tub and the still mostly warm pool. Soon it was time to head back to the apartment and get on with more fun.

Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty have recently had an overhead bondage beam placed in the Dungeon room and to that they have attached a sex swing. Well, the girl has never been in a sex swing before and kitty was eager to fuck jenpet. The plan also called for the kitty to fist the girl in the swing, but we never did get a chance to do that. Next time for sure!

We adjusted all the straps and got the girl situated in the swing at just the right height for the kitty. We also bound the girl's hands in cuffs attached to the swing to make sure she behaved ;). The kitty put on her harness and lubed up Andrew while my slave looked on helplessly. It is so hot watch as the girls play together and seeing the kitty shove Andrew into jenpet's pussy, and the faces that jenpet makes, was fantastic. It was obvious how much both girls were enjoying themselves as the kitty fucked jenpet to climax.

Then it was my turn. I also have never had the chance to use a sex swing, and how could I pass up a chance to fuck my girl while she was so exposed and vulnerable, and wet? Obviously I couldn't. It was great, being able to use gravity to slam her down on my cock, bouncing her up and down on me. The kitty laid down on the bed next to us and worked herself off watching us fuck and Master Pravus alternated between working the cameras and having the kitty suck his cock.

We began to make some noise, however, as I pounded into her. The chains rattled loudly until the upstairs neighbors began to bound on their floor. At that point we pulled the girl out of the swing and put her on the floor where I could finish fucking her. The kitty came over and she and I began to make out again while Master Pravus knelt down next to the girl and covered her mouth with his, preventing her from begging to cum. It was hot having us all working on each other during that last bit. I came again, pushing the girl across the carpet.

Sweaty, spent, and super happy, we all returned to the living room. Master Pravus took the girl and fucked her tits, shooting his cum all over her chest. It is very hot to see cum on her, especially when it belongs to someone else. I took the girl in to wash up and when we came back, we went outside for our second round of burgers and the rest of our cigars. It was very tasty, Master Pravus knows how to grill 'em.

After that we came back inside and the girls were laid out on the floor. The girl was beginning to feel tired but the kitty was still going strong. Mostly due to an unfortunate bout with insomnia. I place the metal collar and cuffs on the girl while Master Pravus cued up some Invader Zim for us to enjoy. It is as enjoyable just hanging out with everyone as it is delving into kinky fun. A bit less sweaty though;)

The girl started to nod of and before that happened there was one last thing I really wanted to do to her. Most of you probably know that I am a huge breath play fan, and specifically a fan of noose play. Well I have never had the chance to use an overhead beam with which to string the girl up before and our dear friends were happy to let me have the chance. So back into the dungeon we went. Kitty was armed with my camera and caught some great shots and a fantastic video. Master Pravus threaded the rope through the eyelets and I fashioned a fixed noose for the girl. Then I sat on the bed off to the side and drew my girl up on her toes. Her face reddened and she staggered about a bit before I finally let her down. Again and again I did this, keeping her taut longer and longer until finally I could tell she was getting light headed and wobbly. It was awesome! Thank you to our gracious hosts for letting me do that.

After that we went back into the living room. The kitty had a surprise for the girl, a pink, squeaky, bone dog toy with little black paw prints all over it. The girl loved it! And I do to to tell the truth. Thank you kitty for that as well. Master Pravus got the bedding set up for the girl and I, and we all watched a little more Invader Zim until it was time to pass out. I chained up the girl for sleep and we both were out pretty quickly, the pink bone clasped between the girl's paws ;).

Then next morning was just as much fun. I awoke next to the girl, who was grinding her thighs together. I pulled on my pair of leather gloves and began manhandling her again. Spanking her, slapping her thighs and breasts, holding my hand over her mouth and nose, choking her. My phone went off and it was a tweet from the kitty saying that she was up and everyone else was sadly still asleep. I tweeted back that we were up and playing in the front room and that she was invited to the party. A moment later a happy kitty came rushing out to join us. Kitty had a little blue cat nip mouse clutched in her teeth as she crawled over to join us and the girl squeaked her bone in greeting.

Master Pravus came out to join us a couple of minutes after that while I kept abusing the girl. MP sat in his big leather chair and had the girl climb into his lap for some good morning kisses. I decided it was time to give the kitty her birthday spanking, belated a week as it was. Her sexy ass reddened under my hand and tears soaked into the bedding.

Master Pravus took the girl over to the side and began fingering her and fucking her tits again while I belted the kitty, legs spread and hands bound to start working my fingers into her. I worked her hard, hammering my fingers into her while pressing on her stomach with the other hand while the girl moaned and cried behind us. The girl's moans blended with the kitty's and the whole house was filled with the beautiful sounds of begging, moaning women under torment.

Master Pravus came all over the girl once more and took her to shower while the kitty lay resting. When they returned they started talking about breakfast. Though I had not had the chance to get off that morning and was taken with the idea of tit fucking the kitty, something I had not done to her yet. So I stole her away from her kitchen duties and began pumping my cock between her breasts. It was wonderful and reduced me to a sweaty, huffing piston in no time. I wasn't able to finish between her wonderful tits though as my legs began to give out, early morning tightness and all that, so I instead finished by whacking off and covering her chest and stomach in my cum. There was a running joke that kitty started throughout the weekend where when someone would get done tit fucking one of the girls, they would through a towel down on her and say, "clean yourself up." It was a ton of fun.

We ate breakfast and then I went into the bathroom to shower off and the kitty soon joined me. We washed each other clean and then I bound her to the shower wall with the shower wrist cuffs and worked her to what was to the be the last climax of our weekend. We dried off and went back out to gather our things and pack up for the trip home.

As always it was hard saying goodbye, those last moments of contact when hugs and handshakes are given before we have to return to our normal lives. But the joy of this is that we'll be able to go home, look over the gigs of pictures and video we captures, put them up on FetLife, blog about our experiences to relive all the fun we had. And there is always the fun of looking forward to and planning our next trip down.

All in all it was a fantastic visit filled with kinky fun and a bunch of firsts. As the kitty said, Jesus never came, but we all did... repeatedly. ;)...

Comfortable in my skin...

2011-05-16T18:58:00.000-07:00

Yay! The semester is over, and i am on my second full week free from everything placing demands upon my time. Well. Free from everything but Master. Despite getting off to a strange start to summer vacation, things are looking lovely. Master and i are more at home, relaxed and feeling far less stressed and short-tempered. We feel more connected.

We did get off to a strange start, with a few odd trips that kept me from sinking immediately into my life as Master's property, well, that and we were all sick.

But, our second week has shaped up loverly!

We've found the time and the space to connect intimately, thanks in part to the Liberator gear. Even when the kid steals Master's bed, we now have a "portable" fuckstation, if you will. Hauling the Liberator around the house has given us opportunities we might not have had otherwise. The lack of playtime over the semester made me feel a bit more adventurous, too, i think. Kaya has talked about her love-hate relationship with being a cunt under the desk, and so the other day, Master was looking through the massive amounts of porn He'd downloaded, and i suggested that i'd fit under His desk nicely. And it was hot! The cage now has a permanent place to be set up, so the impending threat of putting me in the cage might really happen whenever, and there's been talk of electrifying the thing on top of all that...(shiver!)

So far, though, i think Sunday morning was my favorite. i was looking forward to something a little rougher than we'd previously had opportunities for, and Master seemed up for it as well (heheh). He tried out his new Delrin cane (ouch!!), and Viper Tongue (oohhHhhOohh! interesting!!), and brought out the standard leather gloves, bag clips and wooden clothespin zippers. i was bound tightly to the bed, and, well, it was pretty damned lovely. After that, we just kind of lounged there, most of the day, not doing much of anything, having nibbles here and there nabbed from the kitchen. We connected as Owner and property first, and then spent the rest of the day connecting as a family, just being together. It was beautiful.

And i, i am comfortable in my skin, my place as Master's property, His plaything. i've been able to devote myself entirely to the tasks He has set for me, and...there's so much to look forward to, so much to dread as His Sadist comes out of repression!

It is good to be me. Long live summer!

Finally!

2011-05-09T13:23:00.004-07:00

Well, it has been too long, again. I'm sorry for that, things got crazy during the last weeks. But we are finally free and clear of this semester! Thank the gods, it was almost too much to handle. We are no strangers to the opposing schedule, having done it several times in the past. But this time, with the addition of our child, it was murder on our dynamic. Things slipped through the cracks as if they were the grand canyon. Too many opportunities were missed, feelings were hurt on both sides.

But here we are, having made it through the other side and now finally things will have the chance to return to normal. Will they, of their own accord and without a lot of effort, remains to be seen. It is not easy to repress a part of yourself, for what ever reason, noble or otherwise, for such a long time without some resulting issues. Every impulse I had to bind her, or shove her in a cage, or punish her for any number of infractions, both large and small. I know why I did it and I still see it as necessary. I don't begrudge the reason, but there was no balance, no time for balance in our lives for the past three months and it has left its mark upon us.

Yesterday was a promising start, a great day spent together. While our child was still asleep, I took her upstairs, manhandled her, bound her with rope face down on the bed, and had my way with her. It was much needed for both of us and I look forward to many more chances in the coming days. I will begin chaining her to the bed again at night, continue working on training that needs to be seen too. In general it will be so nice to have our lives back, to have my slave back.

I want to thank all those who have given us support and to our dear friends and play partners for being so understanding throughout this semester. And to you dear readers for sticking with us and our lack of posting over the last little bit. I hope to have much more frequent updates as to us and our lives. Also I'll finally be able to focus upon our toy reviews. Stay tuned...

New Toys and Eager Thoughts...

2011-04-12T23:29:00.004-07:00

Some new toys arrived in the mail today. I am so happy! I love new toys, the new toy smell. Okay, maybe not the smell, but certainly the potential that they provide. Today we received the Viper Tongue whip/strap thingy and a Delrin Cane from Eden Fantasies. By all accounts on the Eden site, the Delrin cane is for serious players and I can hardly wait to unleash it all over my girl's ass.

Has she been particularly bad? No, but then I don't need a reason to cover that sweet ass with welts, do I? Besides, I get the feeling that what we both need is for her to have a good, long, hard cry; get all this stress from this passed semester out in one go. Start our summer break fresh. And yes, I'm concerned that the end of this semester will be the first chance I get to use it on her. Though, knowing that eager sadist that lives in my soul, it might well be tomorrow;)

That's the punch line about all this, the less I get to schedule my opportunities to use the girl, the more my desires just sort of take charge. Take today for instance, the girl was expressing how she had had muscle cramps all day in various places. As we sat talking, something that is sadly a rarity these days, she pointed out a small cramp in the muscles of her cute little foot. Concerned, I took her foot in my hand and began rubbing the spot. However, when she sat up straight from the pain and her face took on that cute little grimace, the sadist took over and I pressed my thumb into her muscle until she gasped and reached to take her foot away. How deliciously horrible of me ;). Still I couldn't resist, because I have been resisting all this time. There are moments that I am surprised by the restraint I have exhibited between this school schedule and the kiddo. What saddens me is how horrible it makes me feel to do so.

One of our favorite quotes is from Oscar Wilde, "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and the soul grows sick with longing." How appropriate in this trying time. And sick my soul seems. I have been watching a lot of preview material coming out of Infernal Restraints and Device Bondage and my mind floods with juicy thoughts of terrible things to do to my girl. Staking her out in the yard all day, cooling her off with an occasional splash of the garden hose, warming her up with an hour in a hot box.

Or, crucifying her up on a St. Andrews cross for all to see, resting the weight of her body upon a roughly rounded block of wood between her legs. Licking her body with the Dragon Tail whip as she reddens under the sun.

Taking her for a long hike while bound in stocks with a sawed down tree branch bound between her teeth and her sun glasses on, naked save for a back back and hiking shoes, lead by the clamps on her nipples.

Or even a nice picnic out in a grassy field, her bound and buried up to her neck in the dirt, being fed scraps before pissing all over her head and placing the picnic basket over her head while I head off for a nice after meal walk.

And many many more. I keep thinking that I should just sit down and write out all these ideas into a compilation of stories, and I might. But I am saddened because our lives don't provide us these chances, nor chances for much, much more mundane things. And then there are the physical limitations that the girl is inflicted with, things that I am so desperate to get under control.

We've spoke some about them, the migrating pains, the stress induced aches, the general feelings of weakness and infirmity. I pity her so for these things, and that she so often feels put between the pain and the displeasure so evident in my face when they strike. Though it is not my intent to make her feel responsible for the pain she is afflicted with, I know that she takes it that way. As would anyone.

I am sure we have all had friends that have injured themselves, say a broken leg, and then apologize profusely for being unable to join in fun, or the person that is so sorry for getting sick with a cold or flu. How could they feel responsible? Or that we would hold them responsible?

Still, with the coming summer off we are both hopeful that our opportunities will return to normal, or as normal as they get with a child in the house;) Until then, my wild fantasies will have to remain just that. But one day, one day they won't be so unattainable or impractical and then, look for the pictures and videos on Fetlife my friends. Be well...

Spring is in the Air...

2011-04-12T00:31:00.004-07:00

So spring break is over, has been now for a week. I wanted to write about our experiences over that week, but in truth we are still trying to figure them out for ourselves.

Regardless, we are still around and we are still trying to get our desperate moments in when we can. The best news of all is that in about a month this will all be over and the girl will be home for the summer. Neither of us can wait. The promise of mostly uninterrupted time together and a lot of babysitting time for our siblings. It will be lovely.

Also we are getting ready to head down to our dear friends, Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty, this upcoming weekend, it will be a wonderful time.

So there it is, we are still here and still kicking. I'm looking forward to having lots to share with all of you when we get back from this weekend. Blessings to all...

Round Two

2011-03-27T10:54:00.000-07:00

Or, Saturday Night

While this year is full of awesomeness, the schedule that Master and i have been living on, built by the things in our lives, has been extremely difficult. Master has borne the brunt of caring for the little person in our household, and because of school, i rarely get to spend time with either of my boys, and have the least amount of time to spend alone with Master (Whine and Whinge!). It's been very frustrating, for Master and for me.

i sometimes feel invisible (something that's been going around kinky blogs), though Master frequently acknowledges how difficult this year has been for both of us. i know He sees me, sees me struggle, and flounder and loose myself in all the things that need to be done. And worst of all, He cannot fix it, for there is rarely time for us to whisper our goodbyes and lust before we must go about life, and much less time to drop me into the pain, suffering and pleasure that is required to keep both of us level headed.

But this is my spring break. And my time again belongs wholly to Master. And it has been good. Friday night i consumed copious amounts of coffee to stay up for Him, and we had a rocking time (as you can read in His post). Last night required less coffee to find myself at His mercy, and it was an absolute delight.

Once our time was completely ours, Master and i ventured to His bed, where He laid out the Liberator Wedge, and lots, and lots of leather. my wrists and ankles were strapped into cuffs, and i was tied down to the bed. Master began systematically poking and prodding, and discovered that i remained swollen and tender from the previous night's activities. As He proceeded to touch me, tempt me, and otherwise, bring me down into the unthinking mind of an animal, He looped belts around me.

Compression is one of my most favorite things, i think. i love corsetry as well, but as of yet, only possess one corset capable of providing the compression i so crave. As Master cinched down one belt around my waist, and one about my ribs, just below my breasts, i sunk into the mindlessness. Short, quick breaths fed the lust Master stokes in me, and little attempts at gasps as He circled more belts around my torso. i cannot remember if it was five or six total belts, looping me, crushing me gently. Little gasps, little moans and twitches as i simultaneously succumbed and fought the constriction.

He cinched them down tighter, and i could feel my muscles working desperately against the belts, trying to draw a full, a half, a quarter breath, whatever amount of air i could pull into my compressed lungs. i saw spots, i felt light headed, and His face flew in and out of my perception. i don't even remember if i only came once while bound like that or if it was more, i only remember my body pushing against that which bound it, the leather biting into me, wanting a deep breath, a full breath, and something more carnal all at once.

Master released me from the belts, and allowed me to sit up and breathe deeply for a bit before we moved on to finish up the evening. We talked, we touched, and i gasped, still trying to pull oxygen down deep, deep into my lungs, still feeling hot. Master moved to take me, and lo and behold, discovered that my cunt was so swollen and abraded that fucking face-to-face was going to be impossible - i subconsciously pulled myself away from His thrusts into me, making it an experiment in teasing. We shifted, working ourselves into different positions, until we wound up as we had finished the night before, with Master plowing into me, while i chewed and clawed the sheets i pressed my face into. i could still feel the tenderness, could still feel the ache, but it drove the pleasure on, and, other than vaguely hearing Master to tell me to beg like a dog, as He fucked me like one . . . only remember a surging brightness, muscles twitching and unconscious of anything but that tumbling sensation of orgasm.

The bed was soaked, but Master let me sleep in His arms anyway. ♥

Today, i have little round bruises around my torso from where the belts bit into me. ♥ ♥

This week is going to be good. ♥ ♥ ♥

Slap Happy...

2011-03-26T11:48:00.005-07:00

This schedule/parenting thing has gotten ridiculous! When its been weeks in between play times and just general sex, that is just too much. Thank the gods this week begins the slave's spring break.

Last night we started it off right, though I had to work till the wee hours of the morning, my girl ingested four or five cups of coffee in order to stay up long enough for us to have the chance. So, when I finally got home, exhausted, back sore, and ravenously horny, we sped through our nightly routine and rushed upstairs for some fun.

My intentions were simple, just fuck the hell out of the bitch! No ropes, no complicated tortures, just plain sex and fall asleep tangled together in each others juices. Yet the stress that kills me isn't just from the lack of sex, it is from the ever present sadistic desires that well up in me. Two weeks without sex is horrible, but two weeks without hearing my bitch scream from the pain I am forcing upon her, that is hell.

So we fucked, not the gentle love making sex that I figured our tired bodies would likely default to, but the full on, mattress moving fucking that we both craved. The bitch gasped and begged and came again and again before I finally shot hard into her. I collapsed onto her, sucking air and dripping in sweat, placing kisses all along her neck, feeling her heart pound. I love the feeling of being inside her, the very idea of piercing her with my cock and so I didn't pull out. We just laid there breathing and being.

Before too long, the need still gripped me, so I started fucking her again. I slapped her tits and she groaned, begging to be bound and to be beaten, to be hurt. How can I resist! I grabbed the cuffs and in no time had her bound to the bed, her arms stretched to the sides. I mounted her again and began beating her, cupping her mouth and nose with my hand while she gasped and pleaded for air with her eyes. I pounded her stomach while I fucked her, and slapped her ribs and tits and face. I called her "worthless meat" and threatened to spit in her face (something that we have done before and enjoyed but only on special occasions). The slave ate it up, screaming, groaning, and grinding down on my cock hard. I love when her body takes over and fucks like the animal she is.

I took her again and again, slapping and choking and suffocating till we both were spent. I teased her before I let her free, slapping her ass and ribs some more, threatening to do horrible things before she could sleep. The girl begged to be allowed to cuddle up next to me and sleep. Finally I allowed her, but not before she sucked my cock clean. The slave did so, suddenly being overtaken by what I believe to be a cathartic release of tears. The girl cleaned me off and lay next to me in the bed, sobbing and grateful.

We lay there in bed, absently watching a movie. Though it seems I wasn't done yet. I would poke her tender spots, delighting in the twitches, I sucked and bit the flesh at the base of her neck relishing her moans. Eventually I reached around and began tormenting her nipples, teasing them at first with gentle touches before squeezing the blood out of them, teasing them with soft touches as the blood returned, only to do it again and again. Each time I squeezed them I asked if she was ready to be fucked again. The girl moaned again and again, growing louder and more desperate with each session of nipple torture.

Finally she begged to be fucked and I was all too happy to oblige. I ordered her up onto her knees and started taking her from behind, but with all the tenderizing I had done to her stomach, she needed a bit more support. I retrieved the Liberator Wedge from its hiding spot and we were back in business. How I love fucking my dog, listening to her howl into the bedding, begging and pleading to cum.

I think I forced another two from her before I finally came the second time of the night. With that, we curled back up and passed out. I believe it was something like five-thirty in the morning when we finally fell asleep.

This morning the girl was up bright and early, a hold over from her school schedule, and still bouncy from all the coffee and sex of the night before. However, for her to be of any use tonight we both knew she would need more coffee and a nap. So as I write this, my slave is locked away, naked in her cage for a nice little nap. Ah, its good to have her home...

Libertating...

2011-03-06T23:55:00.005-07:00

As many of you may have read or seen from our pictures on Fetlife, we recently got a Liberator Wedge/Ramp combination set. I have mentioned it in my previous blog entry, but I wanted to talk about our first experience with this awesome set.

Early in the afternoon on Friday the set was delivered. I was so eager for the arrival that I met the delivery man on the porch. It only took me a moment to cut open the box and remove the contents. However, I then had to wait until the girl got home before I could use them ;).

That evening, the heavens parted and a miracle occurred. Our darling child fell asleep moments before the girl walked in the door. As soon as she entered, it was a mad dash to get up stairs and naked. I brought my camera long, as well as a new bamboo cane, also mentioned previously. We placed the Liberator set on the bed and I had the girl get a feel for laying across it. I took advantage of her up turned ass as she lay there and began flicking the cane upon her cheeks. Sadly the girl's back was out of sorts and we were unable to use the cane to full effect, but the girl loved what we managed to do and I even got some lovely shots.

After that, we set to work testing out the Liberator set. We started with the doggy style position of all things. A position that causes the girl to become fatigued quickly and hits all the wrong spots deep inside her. However this time, this time it was magic. The girl was enjoying herself so much that she even requested to be bound with constricting leather belts, a request I was happy to allow. Thus bound, I continued to ram into the girl until she climaxed several times.

I then flipped her over. No reason to release the belts though, of course. The missionary position worked extremely well with the Liberator set, providing the perfect entry into the girl. We continued to enjoy ourselves thoroughly in this way for several more orgasms before trading it up a bit and placing her on the edge of the Ramp in a position more reminiscent of a sex swing. Everything we tried that night worked amazingly well. There was nothing that didn't please.

I came hard and long in the girl, but wasn't ready for our fun to stop. I love watching the girl suffer through orgasm after orgasm, well passed the point where they are purely pleasurable. However I really wanted to enjoy myself so I asked the girl if she was ready to be choked out for me. The throbbing in her cunt told me yes and I was pleased to find that she agreed with her body. I wrapped my hands around her throat and squeezed while I pounded her cunt, driven by the reddening of her face, the way her lips part and turn purple. I love to see her gasping, the way her body clenched down upon me, the way her legs shudder and her hands tug at my arms. Eventually her face went slack, her arms dropped to her side, and I knew that she was out.

I pounded away, but all of our fun had caused a serious cramp to develop in my leg, which robbed me of my second orgasm following the girl's passing out. The slave came too as I tried to rub it out. The look of sheer bliss upon her face was priceless. At this point we were pretty much spent, so I traded places with my girl and had her clean me off with her mouth. This enticed me and I ordered her to continue sucking and using her hands to bring me off.

All in all, it was an incredible night and one that we hope to repeat time and time again with our new Liberator Wedge/Ramp set. Oh and we have to use that new cane to its fullest ;)...

Playtime review . . . 2 weeks late!

2011-03-06T16:16:00.002-07:00

Wow. Another weekend play-date with Master Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty left me . . . speechless. Which is (admittedly, only partly) the reason that i am the last to recount the event . . . two weeks later . . .

Master and i were really excited that our first play-date (or second meeting) with Master Pravus and the Red Vinyl Kitty went so well, it was really hard to wait for the second play-date. But we all survived, and we planned it out carefully. Master and Master Pravus were constantly plotting via IM, and while Kitty was filled in on most of the plans, i wasn't, despite the fact i also spent time chatting with Master Pravus and the Kitty. i don't really like surprises, but Master thinks they're good for me, so He keeps doing it.

Saturday seemed to kind of crawl along, we were all so anxious to meet, but after stopping to find a memory card for the new camera, Master and i found we were running ahead of schedule. We were excited and giddy, giggling like mad as we drove through the insane traffic of the city. The butterflies in my tummy were flapping madly as we found ourselves walking up the walk to their place, and hearing their voices through the open windows turned them into a pleasant tornado.

It was a blur of happiness as we all greeted each other, chatting easily as we tried to settle in, though with all of the stuff we hauled in (Master said half of our collection -- but i don't know if He was serious) it was a bit of a challenge to get it all settled without smashing it into anything. It seemed that within moments of walking in, Master and Master Pravus had Kitty stripping me of my clothes - and, horror of horrors, redressing me in a lacy maid outfit. Once attired in the dreaded lace, i was ordered to strip and re-dress the Kitty to match. As much as i despise the lace, we looked rather smashing in matching outfits.

After eating, teased and tittilated, the toppy-types got out strap-on harnesses with the intentions of having Kitty and i fuck each other. Kitty went first, delighted by the prospect of breaking in her harness officially, and squealed prettily about how awesome it was to feel it pop in to my cunt. (It felt awesome from my end, too!!!) And here is where the blurriness begins to get terribly bad. i was moved around a bit, trying different positions, and feeling rather lovely. But i think i reacted to the lube or the latex* (condom over the toy) or both, and so became very spacey and maybe a little whiney (sadface). i didn't want the fun to be over so soon! And if it hadn't been for the burning sensation, i would have much rather continued being fucked by the Kitty! But in the interest of attempting to prevent further harm, it was called to an end. After Master Pravus and Master each received a rubdown from two slave-girls, it was decided that a trip down to the hot-tub would be well placed.

As we enjoyed the hot tub, in the cool night air, we also moved around and talked, not just as a group, but individually. Master Pravus and myself watched Master and Kitty making out and talked about how hot it was, and how he saw it as kind of a mirror, a unique view of Kitty as she kissed Master, and seeing both of them happy. Interestingly enough, Master and Kitty had a similar conversation as Master Pravus and myself snuggled in the awesome hot water, protected from the chilly air. We spent a good long while in the hot tub, and we were all prunes by the time we bundled up and walked through the cool air back to the apartment.

As our bathing suits all tumbled about together in the dryer, Master and the Kitty headed off to the Master bath, where they showered together, and Master Pravus and myself took advantage of the second bathroom. He chuckled evilly, pointing out that if i wasn't allergic to cats, we might not have had the chance to use the shower cuffs, which were dangling off the shower wall. It's amazing how tough velcro and suction cups can be!

Once all showered, we returned to the living room, we found Kitty and Master in the front room waiting for us. Master and Master Pravus teased Kitty and i about not wanting sleepy blow jobs this time, and demanded that we get to work before any other fun could follow. i seem to recall the Kitty and i teasing back, but rather pleased that we were really able to do a good job, rather than sleepily stumbling through tantalizing blowjobs.

With the Master's satisfied, there was no pause as things progressed, Master lashed Kitty into His chains, while Master Pravus went to work on me, with an enormous wooden paddle. For me, it was frighteningly huge, and though Master Pravus went very lightly with it, i still was sorely tempted to jump about twenty feet whenever i felt the air currents change as it was guided towards my ass. Master Pravus also showed me some pervertables, including a fairly standard perverted wooden kitchen spoon, which induced some trembling and probably some gasps. Master and i are going to have to search for the next pervertable though - i think it would make an amazing addition to our collection... Master Pravus went after the backs of my thighs with a silicone cake knife. It. Was. Awesome. It thudded before it stung, rather unlike most toys, which have a sting that coincides with the thudding...

While i could vaguely hear what was happening with Master and the Kitty, i lost it entirely as Master Pravus led me through a series of orgasms, which left me kind of . . . well . . . loopy. Here, i remember, vaguely, bondage tape breast bondage and possibly clamps, but i was quite out of it. Eventually, Master Pravus cut the tape off of me and led me to the chair, where he had me sit in his lap as we watched Master and the Kitty. Though fuzzy, eventually, i believe i began teasing Master Pravus' cock with my hands, while similarly Kitty gave Master a hand-job. At some point, he moved me to lay me in the chair and he began to fuck my tits. Though it's kind of a new way to enjoy my body, i really am delighted when being tit-fucked - there's a sensation of pressure, different kinds of friction and everything feels . . . close and yet extraordinarily distant. When both Masters' had their second round of fun, we all took the opportunity for a quick rinse.

Somewhere at the end of the evening, Master had Kitty experience a delayed orgasm, which resulted in a bit of a prolonged orgasm for the Kitty, and she laughed for a long time afterwards, "who comes for that long, seriously?" i fell asleep on the floor next to the Kitty as she giggled manically from exhaustion and use. Eventually the Kitty and i were moved into our proper places, that is, into bed with our respective Masters. Master fucked me, chained me to the pullout couch, and we dozed for a little while.

The next morning, as we all woke up, Master began torturing me. He beat my thighs with the leather paddle, and then wound me with belts, with the intention of making me wait twice as long as the Kitty did for her orgasm the night before. Eventually it shifted to "Until Kitty is done cooking the bacon." Let me tell you - that was some tasty bacon, but i've never, ever, ever met anyone who cooks bacon like Kitty does -- very slowly. (i guess my family is just a bunch of far too impatient carnivores! LOL!) Compressed and held on the edge for something like 45 minutes, deliriousness was my state of being for the remainder of the day.

After breakfast, there was more casual play, and though i had plenty of rest, plenty of torture and orgasms and fucking, my brain on Sunday morning failed to capture details. i felt fuzzy and content, and know i was useful and have heard that Master Pravus used my breasts to get off again...

By the time we absolutely had to leave, i was a very blissed out girl. And i know we're all looking forward to next time!

* i don't normally react to latex, but i am finding that certain brands set me off for some reason.

Misfire...

2011-03-06T01:23:00.004-07:00

Most of the time we get it right. Hell most of the time we get it damn close to perfect. But sometimes we falter, sometimes we stumble and when those times occur, we don't get it even close. When we fumble, it all falls apart.

Tonight had so much going right for it. A short night at work, the child wearing down quickly, and a Master and his slave eager for the same thing, a chance to play. We received a new Liberator Wedge/Ramp set yesterday and it was begging to be used thoroughly. We also have a new bamboo cane that needs to be broken in on the girl's ass properly and both are up for review on the Eden Fantasies site.

We worked on the kid for nearly an hour to get him settled in, fighting sleep tooth and nail all the way. It is in no way adequate foreplay, having a child screaming in one's ear for half an hour. We earned our playtime. And when the little tyke finally closed his eyes, we were on our way. I grabbed the camera and the tripod, I pulled out the Liberator Ramp and the new cane and set up the play space, i.e. the bed. The girl came up shortly after, stripping and jumping into the bed as she sometimes does, without permission. I let that slide, besides I knew that the cane was hungry for her perfect ass and it would be accounted for.

I had the girl get out a couple of items while I prepared the cuffs for her. I bound her wrists and ankles in the leather cuffs and had her lay over the Ramp. This is were the first twinges of our issues began. The girl's back has been bothering her and so she asked that I not use the cane on her as her ability to process impact pain is affected by aches. I was disappointed that we were just about to get started and, though we had discussed it previously, this issue persisted. But I shook it off and decided to show the girl some mercy and try something else.

I had her flip over onto her back, laying with her head down low on the Ramp and her ass raised up. I then bound her hands together above her head and bound her legs spread wide. The effect was marvelous, like laying backwards over a barrel. The girl's body was stretched out and exposed in all the right ways. I asked her if the position was causing her back issues and she said no. But at this point her general demeanor was agitated. I started getting out items, the LELO Gigi, which we still have to write a review of for Eden Fantasies, the evil white plastic spoon, and the black, chain linked clover clamps. Simple items really, for a wonderful time.

However the girl was apparently not impressed. Again she seemed agitated and even pissy. My slave bitched about the fact the spoon was out despite me having agreed not to hit her. I told her that, no I agreed not to use the cane on her since I wanted to really test out the cane for a proper review and her pain issues wouldn't provide for that. I never said I wouldn't hit her somewhere. Truthfully I was enjoying the helplessness that comes from her accepting her fate when she knows she had no choice. However that was not what the girl was feeling tonight. The girl felt angry, frustrated, hurt, and far more so than the situation should have generated.

This is where we get into deep water. That disappointment flared up again and it flared up bright. One thing is easier to overlook, to move passed. But when that one thing becomes everything, I cannot over look that. It is not exactly that I am consumed with making sure the girl enjoys everything we do. On the contrary, most of our play seems to be focused around forcing the girl to do things she doesn't like, doesn't think she can take, or things she hates. I get so hot watching her struggle against the bonds trying desperately to escape, and so does she. We have discussed that before.

This is different, that feeling of disappointment that rises up. It isn't just disappointment at the situation or her reaction, but it is a disappointment that reaches deep into myself. A feeling of failure, a desire to just say Fuck It and walk away, even just for the moment. We have dealt with that for years and we have gotten so much better. Yet it persists, and that is exactly what I did. I stopped talking to her, I just started unbinding her and put all of the gear away. Such a familiar pattern, almost staged perfectly every time. The girl balls up, sometimes there are audible tears and sometimes there is just silent fuming. For me, I seek out something to distract me, though it is really just an outward appearance. I cannot escape the glaring pain that wells up. Failure.

We don't stay apart long, we always seek each other out, even if just to add another barb into the pain. The girl came down stairs and asked to get an item and head to bed. Time was that I would have let her, leaving that chasm between us a while longer until I was ready to come to bed and discuss it. We get so few chances to be together any more that I could not let this one slide. Besides, if we left it the way it was it would have made the week horrible. We are both well passed letting shit like that happen. So I denied her request and started in on her. Why was she so upset, well beyond what the situation provided for? I allowed her request not to be beaten with the cane, I made sure that she was okay with the position, etc.

We discussed, we argued, we spoke gently, and we traded barbed comments. The determination? Remember when I was getting the room set up and the girl came upstairs? Apparently I didn't talk to the girl. I asked her questions but I didn't connect to her, I didn't engage her. I also didn't comment on her permissionless jump onto the bed. I did so to avoid upsetting her, but managed to do so anyway. This made the girl feel rejected, unwanted, unimportant. That feeling of disappointment, the same disappointment I felt when she started getting upset about things, acted like a catalyst and had changed her mood. The girl's perception changed and her agitation affected me. And in no time at all, everything fell apart.

It doesn't happen often, but when it does it is the perfect recipe for ruining our night. Hurt feelings chafing against each other until we both just say fuck it. It is better that we do give up briefly, it would be far worse to continue forward from that point, we've tried. But still, it is hard to work through such emotional turmoil in a short time. The boy could wake up at any point and our chance would expire. I do not want to waste our opportunity, so I ordered the girl back up stairs to try again. Just sex, nothing complicated or ornate, but sex is what was needed.

I removed the pillow case from my pillow and pulled it over her head, belting it on tightly. I wanted her to cry, I wanted her to suffer, I was still angry at her and I wanted her to know that she was just a faceless piece of meat to me at that moment. By the time I pulled her back onto the Ramp face down and ass up, I was rock hard and ready to fuck her. And fuck her I did, listening to her gasps and cries. Before either of us could finish though, the kid started crying in his sleep. Exasperated, I pulled the make shift hood off of the girl and sent her down to help soothe him. I know what he wanted though, night time is when daddy is gone and he wanted to know that I was still home. So I dressed and went down to help the girl put him back to sleep. In moments it worked and we rushed back upstairs.

The pillow case went back on, much to the girl's tearful dismay. I then flipped her onto her back on the Ramp and pulled her hands down at her sides, holding them in place as I pounded her cunt. I loved watching the fabric of the pillow case rise and fall to her breathing, two darkened circles appeared where her tears had been absorbed. I didn't last long. I didn't want to, in case the kid was about to wake back up. So I pounded her pussy, shooting hard and deep into her. However, she hadn't gotten off and I never like to leave the girl without at least one toe curling orgasm.

I flipped her back over and continued fucking her from behind. Sadly, I was spent so I switched to finger fucking the girl. This is something that we really don't do because it has never been well received by the girl. However, since our time with Master Pravus she has developed more of an appreciation for it. And I am glad she did. Tonight, as I worked my fingers in her, we found a remarkable spot just above her g-spot, further in along the muscle wall that absolutely drove her wild. The girl begged and begged to cum and squirted all over when she was finally allowed to.

So out of our hell, came this little piece of heaven that we can play with again and again. Not to mention that great sex is a cure for so many things. Once finished, we held each other and knew that all was well. We went to shower and we talked about what had happened, why it had broken down so quickly, the underlying issues that jump up at odd moments. The determination? We are 90% nearly perfect with a 10% chance of turmoil, and that is okay. So much of what we do is about being pushed through the moment and finding fulfillment and enjoyment in it after. Such is the way of my consensual non-consent slave.

Will it happen again? I have no doubt, but the important thing is not to try to avoid the issue, but learn how to let it pass and not effect our opportunities, which have become so precious and rare. I take great comfort in knowing that this difficulty is, in its own right, a rarity as well...

March Q&A:

2011-03-05T17:54:00.000-07:00

Oh, hey, oops!

It's March. That means it's Q & A time.

Ask us questions as comments attached to this post (or any other post we make in March), and we'll answer.

You can now post comments anonymously now, so take advantage of that! ;)

Whip it... Whip it Good...

2011-03-01T19:25:00.003-07:00

I just want to say, thank you Devo for the succinct instruction manual for life ;). It works in so well in so many situations.

All kidding aside, I recently purchased a Victor Tella Dragon Tail whip from JTstockroom. We have never owned a single tail whip before, in fact to be completely correct and honest, I have never whipped the girl before. We have done just about everything else; flogged, slapped, spanked, paddled, caned, strapped, cuffed, and even punched and kicked (lovingly of course). But not whipped. Until now.

When I took it out of the packaging I fell instantly in love. The weight of the handle and the feel of the braid told me that this was a serious implement. The tip is long, soft, and light and my devilish mind started laughing as soon as I had it in hand. Sadly I had to wait a whole day to be able to use it. We bartered some kid watching time from our siblings and set our plans in motion.

Despite nothing going according to plan;), we managed to drop the kiddo off in time and rushed home to start our fun for the night. I had set up our new and old camera's so they could catch this momentous occasion and as soon as we were both inside, I had the girl strip down and we got to work.

First we had some pictures to take for a dear friend, sort of a returned salutation using nipple clamps with a note attached to them. A hard start for the girl, but I loved it. Then it was time to get some new cuffs on. As I mentioned before I am now reviewing for a couple of places; Babeland.com which I will be posting my reviews here when we get a chance to try our new harness from them, and EdenFantasies.com where my reviews are already posted upon their review pages. Our dear friend, Red Vinyl Kitty, is my mentor there and pushed through an assignment for me, a pair of locking leather wrist cuffs. I love cuffs and especially if they lock securely. So we had to try them out and take some pictures for the pretty kitty to see how grateful we are.

Those small but fun tasks out of the way, it was time to get down to some serious business. I had the girl stretch out on the couch and began the session with my heavy flogger. I love the sound of flogger tails hitting her back, the quick inhale of breath with each strike, and the slow moan that follows as she suffers under the flogging. Her back and ass began to redden and the tears started to flow. I had to stop periodically to give her a moment to breathe so I could capture those tears with my camera. Then it was right back to the flogging.

This happened three times and I believe lasted about half an hour. Finally I was sure she was warmed up enough and I was so eager to try out our new whip, that I had her set up on the couch and offer her back and ass. The excitement began to mount as I picked the Dragon Tail up, felt it coil around my hand, and looked at my glowing target. There was that momentary flash, that cruel desire to make the first lash really cut into her. However I resisted and instead started out very slowly and softly, swinging the whip back and forth and just letting it slap at her back. The girl moaned and pushed into it a little, so I happily kept that up, letting the tip explore her all up and down her back, avoiding the trouble spots like the neck or the kidneys. Though I found the tail to be so light and so soft that even doing that wouldn't cause much trouble unless I was really cutting into the girl.

This back and forth grew stronger and faster, and soon I was even flicking the tail at her, delighting in her cries as it bit her. I focused upon her ass, snapping it back and forth and flicking it at her buttocks, I love the look of flesh under the lash, the way it jumps just before she does. Again the tears were flowing and her sobs were punctuated by the slight cracking of the whip as I worked. I was in sadist heaven and even the girl was admittedly enjoying herself. That doesn't happen much during, mostly after the pain has worked its magic.

I let her have breaks, again mostly to capture her tears on camera, before I had her lay upon the couch so I could try it out at a downward angle. I am not usually a fan of flogging/whipping downwards because of the added gravitational component and way the body's targets seem limited. However, the Dragon Tail performed perfectly at a downward angle as I added stripe after stripe across her back and ass. The crying really took off here and I soon had to have her switch sides so I could even up her other side. Have I mentioned I'm a sadistic bastard who has a huge dacryphilia fetish? Yes? Good.

Finally I told her that I would apply three last heavy strokes to her ass. The girl cried and sobbed and begged to be done, but I had yet to see what the whip could do. So, ordered to keep her head down, I swung for the fences, vertically that is. Oh the screams and sobs. I then applied the second heavy stroke and she jumped half way up the back of the couch, horizontally. For the last, I actually wound it up a bit and snapped it downward at her ass. Oh how she screamed into the couch, shoving her face into the cushion to keep herself quite. So considerate in her suffering ;).

Well, she had taken the beating so immensely well and I was so proud of her, it was time to give her a reward. So I put her on the floor and fucked her, first from behind like the dog she is and then in missionary where I can see her face begging to cum. Good times ;) Sadly the night came too quickly to an end, but thankfully I had my cameras to capture the magic and I have posted a number of them on my FetLife profile.

I have to say that I cannot wait to use our Dragon Tail again, and once the moment had passed and the girl composed herself, she admitted that she can't wait either. Victor Tella Dragon Tail FTW!...

Beyond Words... Again...

2011-02-26T13:12:00.000-07:00

So this past weekend we were ecstatic to have the chance to go back to our dear friends Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty. I packed our bags a day early, putting nearly half of our collection of toys and implements in the bags and filling them up to the brim. I knew that we wouldn't get a chance to use all of it, but I love options. There are not enough hours in the weekend to use all of what we have sadly, but that means that there is always something new for later.

We packed up the car and the kiddo Saturday and hit the road on schedule. The girl suffers from severe travel anxiety and long trips to visit friends and family usually make for a very long trip. However this time, the girl was placid and calm and eager to have fun, but not anxious. It was pleasant.

We dropped off our little monster with family and spent some time chatting and enjoying the day. The whole while there was this undercurrent of eager excitement, something we saw in the other during shared glances. Finally it was time to get going and we happily made our way to Master Pravus and RVK's place (I like that RVK). We recently got a new camera, a lovely Canon PowerShot SX130IS but sadly the 32g card we ordered separately did not arrive, so we had to make a quick stop over at the near by Radio Shack to pick up a suitable replacement for our absentee memory card. We picked up an 8g card for $20 on sale. It worked great (don't believe me? Just check out these beautiful snap shots).

That little chore complete, it was all speed to MP and RVK's. I have a good memory for places I've been so in no time at all we were pulling into their complex. The eager excitement was ramping up as the girl and I lugged our baggage up to their apartment, remember there was a lot to carry. The door opened and our dear friends invited us in and, once the toys were situated, we all embraced.

It was good being back at their place, it has a very comfortable lay out and we saw that there had been some special preparations made in anticipation of our arrival. The entertainment center had been rearranged to offer more floor space, select toys of theirs had been strategically placed for convenience, etc. We set our stuff to the side and made ourselves comfortable for a little talking time. It is always such a blessing to have such a great friendship bond with those you play with.

Being far more comfortable than our first visit, we didn't wait too long before aspects of play started breaking through. Master Pravus set up a number of webcams to capture the night's frivolities and as he finished aligning the camera's he told his kitty to undress jenpet and get her into her special outfit for the night. By a lovey turn of fortune, both kitty and jenpet have the same exact maid outfit already in their wardrobes. We Masterly types had conspired over the previous weeks to have the two of them in matching maid costumes and serve us while we had a chance to just sit back and talk. An added bonus? The girl hates maid outfits, especially that one as it has scratchy lace lining it. Get that, the bitch can be bound entirely by sisal rope, but whines about the lace on that dress. Priorities :D.

I digress. Kitty quickly stripped down the girl and got her into the loathed piece. Then it was the girl's turn to dress up the kitty. Dear Robot Santa on Pluto did those girls look hot! See? I know right! Well, once they were dressed it was time for a little dinner. Master Pravus and his kitty had made a tasty chicken noodle stew of sorts, very nummy, and the girl's fetched us our bowls and offered them while kneeling. Such good little girls.

Master Pravus and I sat and ate while the girls stayed kneeling in nadu position while we talked. Soon, Master Pravus handed his empty bowl to the girl and sent her to fetch his Monster drink from the freezer. Upon returning and offering it to him, Master Pravus pulled jenpet's breasts free from the dress and used the cold can on her nipples. Hot!... or, you know what I mean. I in turn pulled the sexy kitty to me and stared into those gorgeous eyes of hers. A smile spread over my lips while I thought of all the mean things I was about to put her through.

We then let the girls' have a chance to eat, well jenpet had a nibble while kitty just lapped up some water, while we began to set the stage. Once they were done, we put them together on all fours while we both inspected the meat before us. There is something terribly erotic in inspecting one's property, for both sides.

Then it was deemed time for the kitty to finally, after years of waiting, to break in her strap on harness. Can you believe that she had never had the chance to fuck a girl before with it? And how could we pass up the opportunity with such a sexy ass as my jenpet? Kitty was excited, you could tell, and with a little preparation, she was ready to go. jenpet was placed kneeling, upper-half on the couch and kitty came in from behind. Such a gentle creature, she was barely getting the head into the girl when Master Pravus came up behind and gave her a hand. So hot! Yet the girl's favorite position from behind is to be put on her face on the floor, ass up and before long that is how she found herself. The kitty worked diligently to work the bitch into a moaning mess, but before anyone could get off ;) Master Pravus had the kitty get up on the couch so the girl could ride her. Not being a big rider, I was so looking forward to seeing her work herself on the kitty's cock (which is named Andrew, btw). As expected it was a little difficult for her, but OMG the pictures!

Sadly the girl had a negative reaction to what I am thinking is a developing latex allergy and was unable to continue. Oh how we were all sad that that couldn't continue, but we are already planning the next session Andrew vs jenpet II, Dong Busting. At this point the kitty, who had been working hard on the girl, needed a drink and, still made to wear the massive cock, knelt down to lap up some water from her dish. Then her neck froze up, ouch!

Once we had kitty's neck loosened up, Master Pravus laid out on the massage table and put jenpet to work rubbing him down. Soon the kitty was in on it and he had two slave girls working him over from every angle. Then it was my turn. I am not usually one for massages, getting them anyway, as I enjoy giving them, however this was heavenly. A guy can get used to that kind of treatment ;).

After our muscle rubs it was decided that we should all go down to the hot tub and soak. The walk down was fun, chill February air sneaking in under coats and bath robes as we made our way to the outdoor pool. Now I am not usually one for water above about 100 degrees, but the situation that developed was too hot not to join in;). We each spent some quality time with our respective pets, but before long we were holding the others' girl. It turned into a lovely little public scene, despite the dark of the night and the somewhat secluded spot. I brought my camera, the old one not the new on, just in case;) and snapped some awesome shots of us all together, and separate.

Now I am ashamed to say that Master Pravus is the only individual I know of that has managed to get the girl even a little naked outdoors, and he has done so TWICE. The girl must really like him :D. Not to worry though, I have informed the girl that as the weather warms up, I am going to correct that oversight ;). It also turns out that it was a first for kitty, having me pull her breasts out of her bikini and making her cum a number of times in the outdoor hot tub. Delightful, turn about is, after all, fair play ;D.

Still, we couldn't stay in the tub the whole night, so we decided it was time to go back and continue our fun. On the walk back we switched it up a bit, Master Pravus walked with jenpet and I was holding the kitty close to me. Upon our return it was time for swim suits to go into the dryer and the Master's to be showered by the girls. Kitty bathed me while jenpet washed down Master Pravus in the other bathroom.

When we had all returned to the front room, naked and bathed, it was time to get a little thank you from the girl's for their strap on fun. Last time we visited we waited until the last part of the night for the girl's to suck us off. Not this time, we wanted our fun up front :D. The girl has such a delightful mouth, and despite her loathing of cold temps, she has developed this penchant for taking a drink of ice cold water before taking my cock into her mouth. Refreshing I say, I also have developed a taste for it. Well this time, she put my cock into her mouth, then took the drinking straw provided by our gracious hosts and drank while she sucked. Delicious!

I should interject here and mention a further aspect of fun for the girls. Master Pravus had been kind enough to pick up disposable litter boxes for the girls and even put their names on them. Kitty had to use her's shortly before the strap on play. However, jenpet is shy about her pissing and tried to hold out as long as possible. It was so unspeakably hot for me to watch her as she had to finally use said litter box. I was also very proud of her for doing so throughout the rest of the weekend.

I digress. Now that we had gotten our treats up front, it was time to start getting to work on the girls. At this point I lost track of exactly what had happened with Master Pravus and jenpet as my full attentions fell upon the pretty kitty. Not to say that I didn't check up on her regularly, as did Master Pravus with his kitty, but I can not account for all of their fun.

The last time I was there I bound the kitty up in a lovely little rope harness, but this time I wanted to give her something she had not had before. So out came my chains and my padlocks. I love the sound of chains rattling and the knowledge that there is no way for my partner to escape my hold. I am certain the kitty does now,as well. I wrapped chain around her waist and made a crotch harness with a padlock in the front and one in the back, with a 6" piece of leftover chain making a cute little tail. I then took a long chain and wrapped it around her ribs beneath her breasts and then above. Connecting them by length between her bound tits up to her stainless steel collar. I then took the four way chain and locked the center ring to her crotch chain and locked the other four to her limbs. Successfully turning her into a restrained little kitty. Making her crawl around on all fours with such tight restriction was just so wonderful. Even better when the pretty kitty had to use the litter box while still chained up. HOT!

Well, while I had such a captive audience, it was time to break out the toys. First I inserted one of the kitty's favorite butt plugs into her ass and relocked the chain. Next, I had brought a number of beating implements and I reintroduced her to each one, making her kiss each before I used them all on her. The plan was to get an idea of what toys worked best upon her, to maximize my efficiency in beating her;). And finally we settled upon two. The bamboo cane/paddle thing affectionately named "the Clackers" by the kitty and the heavy, fur lined paddle. With these two, I brought her quickly to tears and left some lovely marks upon her ass.

Eventually it was time to take the chains off and move onto something will a little more bite. Sisal rope. I bound her in similar ways to the chain, wrapped two or three times around her chest above and below her breasts, and then bound each breast individually. Then I bound her hands behind her back. However, as much as she loved the feeling, and how it constricted her, it constricted her in an unexpected way. She lost feeling in the upper flesh of her breasts, but not the nipples nor did it cut off the blood flow. We decided that it must have been putting pressure on a nerve or nerves under her arms when they were pulled back to be tied. So, sadly the sisal had to come off.

However, this then brought us to a lovely point in the evening where the girls wanted to show their appreciation for all the fun we had had. Kitty settled in on her knees at my feet and began working my cock in her hot little hands. Master Pravus sat across from us and had jenpet do much the same. However, in very little time he put her in the chair and began fucking her tits. It was very hot to watch as the kitty worked me off. I sprayed cum all over her sexy self, and she was very happy to be covered.

Then it was back to the mutual showers for everyone. kitty washed me again, and I returned the favor and came back to the living room before Master Pravus was done with his shower time with jenpet. I had the kitty lay on the floor and I mummified her with belts. Then I took one of her favorite vibrators and began working her over. There she lay, completely helpless and moaning as the vibe worked at her clit. Then as she grew close I told her she was going to have to hold it for me. I told her that she could hold out for eleven minutes for me and her eyes widened in excited fear. For eleven minutes I kept her on or near the edge, drinking in her suffering. Cute little thing laughs so when she is tormented that way, begging, whining, laughing. It was so hot to watch. Sadly, the eleven minute time limit came to and end and, true to my word I allowed her to cum, after making her beg pretty for it of course. Oh how she flopped, shuddering and twitching, screaming and laughing, tears in her eyes. The kitty came for so long, longest she had ever had to my recollection. :D She kept gasping "Who comes for that long? Seriously what was that?"

Once done with that, I had her turn over and I began beating up on her ass some more. I worked her through a different way to process the pain throughout the night and really put her to the test there at the end. The marks were incredible and she made me so proud as she handled the whole thing. Good Kitty!

Sadly, the night kind of wound down after that. The girl's returned to their owners for a little after, after care. I told the girl that despite all she had been through, I was still going to fuck her before bed. Ah, tears. We, at some point, let the kitty have a quick taste of the girl's pussy before bed, and she was so grateful. Soon the girls huddled up together and under a full sized blanket this time. Master Pravus and I broke out the video games, but that didn't last too long. The girls, despite swearing up and down that they weren't going to fall asleep were out in a very short time. Girl snuggling does that I guess :D. Master Pravus took his kitty in to tuck her into bed and I bound up the girl, chaining her once again to the pull out couch. Master Pravus and I then watched the first hour or so of a movie before we decided to turn in. As promised, I fucked the girl and curled up beside her to sleep for a couple of hours.

The next morning is kind of blurry. I don't remember the reason, but I pulled out the fur lined paddle and began working the girl over, beating her ass and thighs. God I love the sounds she makes when she is getting beaten. Then I had the idea to show the kitty who else cums like she had the night before. I bound the girl up with belts the same way and took a bullet vibe from my upcoming toy review. I told the girl that she was going to have to double the kitty's time from the night before. How she suffered. I love watching the agony of sustained denial spread over her whole body. Master Pravus joined us on the bed and began joining in the tease. As we neared the 22 minute mark, the kitty was still in the midst of making breakfast and couldn't come to see the girl cum so I extended the deadline until after the kitty finished cooking the bacon.

The kitty, wonderfully but unbeknownst to me at the time, cooks her bacon slowly on the lowest heat. Therefore the slave was forced to wait another twenty minutes for a total of 45 minutes before she was finally allowed to cum. OMG did she cum. I could hear the belts creaking against her muscles as they strained. The girl must have cum for three minutes straight before she finally collapsed crying. The strain had been massive and she had developed leg cramps from her toes to her hips. Still, I loved it and was so proud of her. But even that wasn't the longest she has ever been kept on edge. We spent some time massaging and rubbing the girl down till she eased up a bit.

Things got moving after that. We ate breakfast, the kitty had cereal, we ate eggs, bacon and toast, and the girl ate while still chained from the night before. Once breakfast was settling, Master Pravus took the girl once more and kitty brought out her pony tack. She had offered to show it to me and I couldn't resist putting her in it. She looked adorable, and had we the time and some privacy I would have loved to take her for a walk on the reigns. As it was I kept the bridal off her and instead bound her up with belts and began working her inner thighs with the dreaded white plastic spoon. I warmed her up with repeated strikes at an even beat until her skin began to color deeply. Then I switched to the "Clackers" and added more marks on her upper thighs. Again, I worked her through a different pain management mentality and she didn't scream or cry out once during the beating.

While this was going on, Master Pravus had used the girl to breast fuck once more and was in the shower while I applied color to the kitty's thighs. I think he was surprised when he came back with a blissed out, wet jenpet, that he hadn't heard her earn her marks.

I unbound the kitty and I had her straddle my right thigh and begin humping to bring herself off. It was really hot to watch her work and more so to feel the hot, wet mess she was making on my leg. I let herself get close, then I put my hand over her mouth and nose and ordered her to cum. There was the instant shock and she straightened a little, but a second later she pressed her face into my hand and rode the shuddering orgasm till the end. I let her gasp for breath and the smile that spread across her face melted my... well, parts.

Then, she again wanted to show me her appreciation for such a great weekend. I put her back between my legs on her knees to bring me off with a hand job. Master Pravus must have loved the girl's tits because while his kitty worked my cock with her tender little hands, he was breast fucking the girl again, the second of the morning and third of the weekend. Kitty was so happy between my legs, it showed in her technique as she teased me again and again, working hard to please me. I shot all over her again and had her continue for the second. I had to laugh because I was sporadically adding lube to keep it slick, but being blissed out and really, really happy, I had terrible aim. I turned the couch, floor, and the poor kitty into a slippery, gooey mess. And then I came again.

Off to the shower again to get cleaned up, we returned to find Master Pravus again fucking the girl's tits, the third time that morning. Kitty and I stood side by side getting video and snap shots of the two of them as he came all over the slave's tits. It is incredibly hot to see the girl covered in someone else's cum and enjoying it so. Sadly, after that last shower, it was time to start getting wrapped up and ready to get going. Thankfully we were not as rushed as last time and had real chance to wind things down. We loaded up the car while Master Pravus and his RVK emptied out the disposable litter boxes. By the time all was a said and done, the girl each had pissed so much that there was more fluid than litter in the trays. We embraced as friends and we said our goodbyes. With that, our spectacular weekend came to a comfortable and happy end.

We are already beginning to plot for the next time. Stay tuned, dear reader, there is so much more to come with this lovely couple, our dear friends Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty... (and jenpet's coming account of the weekend spent with them is also in the works!)

Coming Soon...

2011-02-25T15:06:00.003-07:00

Hello dear readers. Wow we have quite a few followers and many more readers of a secretive nature;) I wanted to thank you all for being apart of our journey.

I know many of you must be eager for our accounting of this passed weekend with our dear friends Master Pravus and his Red Vinyl Kitty. There was so much that happened and its been such a hectic week that I have not yet finished.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you of a few things that we will be blogging about in the coming weeks. Something of a coming attractions list.

Our weekend with Master Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty- both of our perspectives

Babeland.com review of the Sportsheets Vibrating Velvet Strap on harness

Dragon Tongue! That's right, my friends, we have finally acquired a single tail whip, and from non-other than Victor Tella! And we are using it tonight!

So stay tuned, dear reader, dear friend because there is so much yet to come ;) ...

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2011-02-24T16:27:00.001-07:00

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The Mushy is Going Around

2011-02-14T23:08:00.001-07:00

(Look! Isn't my new icon image cute? Okay, i know some people think i have cute feet, but i think i have sexy lips. And the structure of my neck, i like as well...Plus my collar looks so pretty!)

On to the purpose of my post... Every day, i am grateful for my Master. For many, many reasons. He's my best friend. He's a sadistic bastard. He's romantic. He's talented in many ways. He's sweet. He can make me cry. He's often considerate. He's a complete jerk. He can make me laugh. He watches corny movies with me. He keeps me from watching things that aren't good for me. He's everything i need Him to be. And i lust after Him as much as i love Him.

Today, the "official" day for sweethearts, for lovers, all kinds of mushy crap got passed around. People bragging about getting flowers. People complaining about their significant other being a complete douche and forgetting to get them anything.

Meh.

Master had to work tonight and i was away at school much of the day. We had a little more than one hour we were able to spend together today. i miss Him horribly. This schedule is such a challenge. But He does it, and helps me so much, making sure that i'm making the most of the education He's making sure i get.

He's the perfect Master for me. And every day, i love Him for everything He is to me, and i try and tell Him so.

Today i just thought i'd tell you folks, too.

Naked Plumber to the Rescue...

2011-02-12T19:35:00.010-07:00

So, last night I noticed that our removable hand held shower head had a large crack in it at the base of the hose connection. This peeved me a little because this is the second identical shower head that we have had to replace for the same exact reason. Plastic does not make a good, long term coupler! Run enough hot water through and it gets brittle and cracks.

Now I know that "planned obsolescence" has become a staple of our economy, but having to buy a new item repeatedly gets old. So, to that end we went out to our local hardware outlet to look at quality, mid-range, METAL hand held shower heads. Being a small town, their selection was not staggering but sure beat the crap out of Wall-hell, I mean Cheap-mart, I mean... Well you get it.

Anyway, so we look through the selection and comparatively shop for the best fit. The issue I have with the options is that they use chrome coated plastics which have a striking similarity to metal, which is the point I know. Still makes it hard to actually find a metal shower head. We settled upon a shower head that disturbingly looked like a small frying pan from the OakBrook Collection, which was on sale. Maybe that should have been a clue for me, oh well.

We returned home and, as our little boy was asleep, we rushed upstairs and had ourselves a little pre-post period fuck. More on that, maybe later. Anyway, now sweaty and in need of a shower, we went back down stairs to attempt one last use of our broken shower head. I re-attached the cracked coupler to the shower line and cranked it on. Thankfully it did not explode into some kind of comedic fire hose gone wild skit. There was some serious water leakage but it functioned for the most part.

I usually allow the girl to get in first since scalding hot, flesh melting temperatures are what she enjoys and there is usually plenty of hot water for me once I kick her out, er... when she is done. However the pressure became too much for the cracked coupler and soon there was more water coming out of it that out of the shower head. There I stood; naked, covered in sex and sweat and hot steam. What to do?

I'll tell you what to do, go get your plumber's wrench, plumber's tape, and the most blatant plumber's crack ever and get to work replacing that shower head! It was a quick switch out for the shower head bracket, though I was pissed to discover that, sure enough the new one was plastic as well. In fact the only part of the whole thing that was actually metal turned out to be that big, frying pan shower head. Which of course now caused a problem.

Let me tell you folks, there is no substitute for product testing (possibly a shameless plug for our upcoming toy reviews;). A big metal frying pan hanging off of a small plastic ball jointed bracket equals shower shame. Literally, the whole thing just kept hanging its head. The only way to use the damn thing without having to hold it would be to stand directly under it like some kind of midget Star Trek transporter pad. Obviously that wasn't going to work!

The fix? New bracket and hose, old shower head. That's right folks, it is garish, clashes horribly, but damn it, it works. And, as a side note, the frying pan had five settings where our old faithful had only four. And in fives settings the pan didn't have one that I like. Not one. So much for innovation. An added benefit, as a result of having a new hose system on the shower, the water pressure is nearly tripled what it was. I am so going to start using that shower head to bring the bitch over the edge time and time again. Yay, fun additions to our bath tub play! Stay tuned, dear readers...

Defenseless

2011-02-04T23:14:00.002-07:00

For those who haven't noticed, i did regain Master's permission to be on the internet, though i have been swamped with homework, which has put off my explanation far longer than Master intended...

In regards to Master's "Dacryphilia Vs Drama..." -- i basically got too sucked into the distractions Master permits me and failed to abide by His dictation. i put my own entertainment above His orders. Bad, bad, bad!

Even worse, even though i try very hard to own up to my mistakes, i became terribly defensive about these last infractions, and put myself on edge. And, as Master said, though i cried and was ashamed of myself, i reacted during the punishment, and did so badly.

i have no excuse for that behavior. There was no justification. i know exactly what Master expects of me, and i know Him as well as i know myself. Lashing out against Him and bringing up things that hurt us both, years and years ago, did neither of us any good.

Well. Maybe it did me some good. i cannot continue to assume that whenever i do something wrong, that i should give up, that i'm never going to succeed. If Master has continued to pour His love and effort into me, if He values me so highly, then i should also value myself. If He can forgive me for the enormous, hurtful things of our past, then i can do nothing less -- and i can forgive myself for making a mistake, as long as i try my honest best.

In that realization, i have nothing. There is nothing i can fling back at Master in my defense, i cannot wound Him with knife-edged-words any longer, for He has given me unfailing love, direction and understanding, even when i did use those bladed words.

And this time, He's taken them from me. i am truly laid bare, defenseless. Protected only by obedience and His love.

i am responsible for my own failings - but i can only fail if i don't really try to obey, to please, to serve.

Now Reviewing for BabeLand.com!

2011-02-02T15:55:00.004-07:00

Fantastic news! Thanks to our good friend, Red Vinyl Kitty, we have started reviewing for Babeland.com. They are a very woman-friendly toy company with a great selection of sex toys and vibrators for her, him, and couples. I am very excited by the prospect of sinking my teeth into my first review for them, figuratively and maybe even literally. Stay tuned, dear readers, for so much more to come...

Dacryphilia Vs Drama...

2011-01-27T23:44:00.005-07:00

So tonight I wanted to talk a little about tears and drama. I love seeing tears, I love causing them. Whether it be from physical pain, emotional torment, or fuzzy love, I love tears. Today, jenpet got herself in some hot water, and as I have instructed her to write a post about it when she is allowed free time online again, I don't want to dwell on the specifics right now.

Needless to say she is being punished, and that punishment let loose a lot of tears tonight. No, I didn't cane her bottom... yet. It came from the look on my face as I expressed my disappointment. It came from the nearly two hours she spent alone in the cage thinking about what she did. And it came from the fact that several of her privileges were withheld till further notice. However it also came with some drama and that I do not like.

When it comes to punishments, it is important, in my mind, for the property to own up, accept, endure, and learn from the punishment. Owning up is hard to do, no one likes to admit failure or faults but as property it is best that they know what they did wrong. Accepting being punished is also hard, punishments are not fun, by design as the punishment should dissuade the slave from doing it again. Enduring is to live through the punishment with grace and gratitude, equally hard as admitting failures because who wants to be grateful while suffering unhappily? And most critically, the slave should learn from its mistakes, grow as a person and not repeat the error.

It is not easy to do these things and sometimes punishments come with drama. What do I mean by drama? Juvenile behavior such as giving excuses, diverting attention away from their mistakes, drudging up ancient crap to open up wounds, the "oh woe is me" routine, etc. That is the drama I'm talking about. Not being able to accept one's own faults and grow from them.

Back to tonight. Watching jenpet cry because I told her she was naughty and will be punished for it is just so sweet to me. I love the dilation in her pupils as she is dressed down, the quiver on her lips as tears roll down her cheeks. I know she gets off on it deep inside, but surrounding that core of my lovely submissive are some nasty trigger wires attached to some pretty unsavory drama.

jenpet has this internal trigger that gets her down on herself when she is told she has been bad. It is complicated to explain, but in simplest terms, it starts a depressive cycle that nothing she ever does is good enough so why try. It completely disregards any and all compliments paid to her for successes or even tangible rewards for doing good. It can get really bad sometimes when combined with stress or the natural depressions that she sometimes moves through.

Along with this trigger comes a bit of defensiveness. Defensiveness is not a trait I want to see in property either. Trying to turn the situation around on the other person to distract from one's wrong doing, especially the Dominant is really poor behavior I feel. So when I was explaining to jenpet why I was disappointed in her and she started the tears I love, there also came that "but you don't" and "then why don't you" behavior. I have found that the best way to deal with diverting behavior is to call her out on it. "Are you really going to sit there and say that you not doing as you are told has anything to do with me not..."

she also attempted to justify and excuse her wrong doings, making it seem really okay in the circumstances or at the time. Everyone is guilty of this from time to time, it is hard to own up to mistakes and face the responsibility for one's actions. Reminding her that it is not okay in any circumstances to disobey, be forgetful or pay little attention to my desires; that she is meant to serve and please and that is her focus helped to bring her back to the point at hand.

Also, and this is probably the most severe of the bad drama, tonight she brought up old wounds from years ago in an attempt to divert the focus. Old issues that I thought had been put to bed and one that I didn't even know was an issue. This was tough because we know each other really well and she has the ammunition to use if she really wants to get to me. However, again calling her on it helped avoid a huge fight that would have lasted days if not weeks. "How exactly does my not having... whatever... three years ago have to do with you not obeying me today?"

I would like to say that I handled it all perfectly and didn't fall for a few triggers of my own, but I sadly cannot say that. We did however manage to return the focus just to what she did wrong and bring her to recognize her faults, accept the punishment, and display gratitude for it. The best thing of all, she went to bed happy and contented, even knowing that she's being punished.

Neither of us want easy, neither of us want fair. My girl did not accept my collar and the ponderous responsibility it comes with to lay around and be pampered. We are both willing to do the heavy lifting and fight through the difficulties to ensure that she is and remains dedicated to being the very best property for me. Despite the drama she fell into, a situation I feel is largely a result of the drop we are both finally experiencing from our visit with our good friends last weekend, I am very proud of her for how far she has come and how dedicated a slave she has proven herself to be. Expect to hear from her about this punishment and her thoughts in about a week;)...

Beyond Words...

2011-01-25T17:37:00.009-07:00

Well, as jenpet mentioned, we had quite the weekend. A while back I made contact with a delightful little kitty girl named, Red Vinyl Kitty, on FetLife. We began a little back and forth, getting to know each other, discussing our likes and dislikes, needs and wants. The good stuff;P.

Eventually we decided to meet. I believe we discussed that on here previously, but to recap we met at a restaurant, had a delightful time, spent hours just chatting and eventually had to go back about our lives. It took nearly a month, I believe, before we were able to set up an opportunity for a play session, but we finally had that chance and it was heavenly.

It is always a bit tense, playing with new individuals. On one hand you don't want to overstep any boundaries, make any missteps, or seem too greedy. On the other hand you hope that they won't do something to cross your lines. We talked and talked and decided that it would be best to take it nice and slow and not have any real plans. Just play it by ear and let things develop as they would.

We were so excited as the day grew close. Given the downs that myself and jenpet had been experiencing during the previous week, we were really looking forward to the chance. We arrived into town, visited with family and thanked them in advance for watching our little one. They were excited to see him and glad to have the chance to have him spend the night. Then we rushed off, following the directions to get to their place. It is in a section of the city which is semi-newly developed within the last decade. It was all new to me, but we had no trouble in finding their complex.

Amusingly, as we drove toward their apartment, we saw them driving toward us. I figured they were going to come and guide us back to their place, in case we were lost. However, kitty had a package and was really eager to get it, as she does toy reviews for Eden Fantasies. Great place by the way. I've read since that they thought we may have figured they were running away;). Soon after we were all together and we went in side. They were gracious hosts, Master Pravus and his kitty, offering drinks and ordering a new york styled pizza. Quite tasty. Kitty, was very good about rushing about, offering refills and making sure we were comfortable. It was adorable seeing both girls sitting on the floor at the feet of their respective Owners.

We chatted and chatted, and just generally were fantastically comfortable. When it was time to go get the pizza, Master Pravus told his kitty to stay behind and I offered for him to take jenpet along to do the heavy lifting. Usually I would be pensive about leaving my girl alone with someone new, but this time I did not have much hesitation. Of course, she was a good girl and texted me the moment they arrived and when they were on their way back. I enjoyed my time with kitty, talking about our experiences and people we've known and played with.

Soon they returned, my girl being a good little helper and carrying the pizza in a huge box. We settled in and began eating soon after. Kitty handed us plates and both girls served their Master's before getting down and asking to eat their food. Nothing quite like good girls ;). We continued talking and just having a great time.

Eventually, Master Pravus needed a smoke and asked to utilize jenpet as his little helper. I agreed and we went outside on their patio. Kitty and jenpet were put on their knees, one on each side of us. Kitty held our drink glasses while jenpet held the ash tray. Since she was such a good girl, I allowed her to have some drags on Master Pravus' offered cigarette. It was so very hot to watch and I mentioned that I might have to take up smoking;). Master Pravus also had kitty demonstrate two kneeling poses that he wanted jenpet to demonstrate. We have worked with specific poses in the past, but it never really stuck as a staple in our play. I always just adjust the girl the way I want, but it was really hot to see kitty demonstrate the poses and have jenpet try them out. One was the standard kneeling pose, knees together, hands held downward on the knees, the other was the more sexual position, legs spread wide, hands up turned, head up. Kitty looks so good doing it too.

With the cigarette break over, we went back in and prepped the stage a little. Master Pravus shut the blinds, offering privacy and I opened my big bag of stuff. Never leave home without it;). I think we were all ready to start playing, but each was being careful about it. I think the best strategy for working with new couples is to adopt something of an ideology of "if I can do it to yours, you can do it to mine". And ask if things are okay to do before you do them the first time with lots of communication. It worked great for us.

I started by stripping jenpet down and cuffing her hands and ankles, and collaring her with the full matching, locking set. I then attached the four-way chain displayed here behind her restricting her movements. I then added a heavy chain lead to the collar. During this, Master Pravus was stripping kitty down and soon we had something of a couples face off. I instructed jenpet to crawl over and give kitty a hello kiss. I love the way my girl moves in chains, especially while crawling.

When their lips met, it was like lightning, everything got moving after that. I looped jenpet's lead chain through kitty's collar ring and pulled them in tight, looking the chain back through jenpet's legs and over her shoulder. If they pulled back, someone was going to have their naughty bits bitten by the chain. Master Pravus had the two girls kneel knee to knee in the position he had had kitty demonstrate outside earlier which made for a fantastic view and a stable coupling. The girls kissed, mouths wide and tongues exploring for a long, long time. I switched the chain back under kitty's legs while Master Pravus connected the two girl's nipples together with a clip. It is amazing how a little bit of pain like that fuels the fire in a woman.

Sadly, after such a long time, the girl's legs began to ache and we had to reposition them. Master Pravus suggested we lay them side by side, jenpet one way and kitty the other. He then instructed kitty to rub jenpet's feet. Chained as she was, jenpet developed a nasty leg cramp and we had to switch the four-way chain around to the front. This pulled jenpet's hands down as she straightened her legs, making her helpless and me happy. Kitty has a foot kink and loved rubbing on jenpet's feet. I figured she was doing such a good job that my girl couldn't seem ungrateful so I held the kitty's hind leg, ordering jenpet to start kissing her foot in gratitude. While this was going on, Master Pravus and I began working on the girl's thighs. We both slapped and pinched and slapped until lovely marks started to develop.

Of course we couldn't just play to kitty's foot fetish all night, so we had the girls lay face down on the floor facing the same way while we began working their back sides over. Master Pravus used a latex glove to probe jenpet's inner workings and to slap her ass. It is not something we have tried but my girl liked it, so there is one for the future ;). I in turn, was using my bamboo slapper stick, thing, to hammer on kitty's ass. She seemed to love it, begging for more strikes and such. I also got a little handsy with her inner parts, pounding her parts while she squirted down her leg. I have been with squirters before and I personally think that it is quite the compliment to what you are doing to a girl if she squirts. I was unaware that it made her uncomfortable (a fact I discovered later), but she handled it well and I kept on pounding. I could feel the way she was grinding on my hand, and screaming that she was getting close. She mentioned that she never gets off unless there is some clitoral stimulation, but I felt it was there. However, despite the ample fluid, the glove was starting to pull at her tender lining and I didn't want to risk a tear. I mentioned to Master Pravus that it is a poor house guest that leaves the toys broken when they leave.

Master Pravus was having a great time fingering jenpet as well, something that she is usually not a huge fan of. But with new people come new techniques and she managed to become quite excited, begging a number of times to cum. Good girl. I have to mention at this point how proud I was of her, it has been a long time since she has been under the hands of someone else and she was so very well behaved.

I had mentioned that I wanted to try a hogtie combined with a breast tie on kitty while she licked my girl's tender parts. Master Pravus had jenpet lay stretched out on the floor while I bound up the kitty. She is super flexible and the ropes went on smoothly. Such a good kitty and a great subject to bind. While I bound up the kitty, Master Pravus was decorating jenpet with clothespins. He has the technique of snapping them on, which elicited several lovely bruises. My girl really liked it, so there is another one for the list. Thank you Master Pravus ;).

I wanted to make sure that the kitty was coherent enough to tell me if there were any problems with my rope harness so I asked her a math question. What is 35 X 5? Poor girl was so flustered that she couldn't think unaided, so she asked for some paper and a pen. How could I resist that request. I retrieved it for her and offered the pen to her. She took it in her teeth and began scribbling on the paper. At first it looked like a big, crooked J, then a bunch of scratches. I told her I was impressed that she could write cuneiform. Kitty redoubled her efforts and managed a very legible 5 over 35 with a nice little line. After working the problem a bit, she answered 55. So cute. I asked Master Pravus what he thought and asked her what 35 time 10 would be. I imagine the next step was to ask what half of that was, but I took the pen from her and helped her to work it out. Oh, she said, 175? Yes kitty.

I figured she had had enough of math, but we all had an idea on how to help the education system with math scores. ;) I put the kitty on her belly and snugged her up to jenpet. The kitty dove right in and in moments jenpet was moaning and gasping. I bound up the kitty's legs, completing the hogtie and pushing the kitty down on her bound breasts. She was so happy to be between my girl's legs, it was hard to tear her away to answer my questions. Kitty said that my girl's cunt tasted better than cake. Master Pravus laughed and asked if, for her birth day, she would prefer to have jenpet decked out with candles. The kitty loved that idea and even lied a little saying it was her birthday the next day. Master Pravus gave her a sound whopping for that;).

While the kitty was busy eating, Master Pravus was busy tormenting my sweet girl. Clothes pins, nipple clamps, slaps to the breasts, etc. He gave her the full treatment and she begged to cum repeatedly throughout the experience. Happy girl no? Oh and there is a neat little trick we learned from Master Pravus we didn't know about. The rubber pads on clover clamps have a tendency to stick when you try to remove them, but if you have the girl lick them first, they come off without an issue. A neat trick and one that provides for options;), either you let them stick or not, up to you:D.

After a while, we checked on kitty's bound breasts and decided it was time to let her up. Besides, Master Pravus noticed that jenpet was licking her lips, eager for a chance to go after the kitty's kitty for a while;). I unbound the kitty's breasts and legs and pulled her up to straddle and ride my leg while her arms were still tied. Master Pravus ordered jenpet to kiss and soothe the kitty's nipples with her moist tongue, something of a preview for the girl before she had the chance to eat the kitty.

Soon Master Pravus and I both had the girls sitting in our laps, lavishing them with tender torments as they whimpered and begged. Kitty, lay across my front, lifted up off the ground as I rubbed her clit and tortured her nipples with pinches and the white plastic spoon, which had had a grand time slapping away at her ass and legs too. We all lost count of the number of orgasms we took from the girls that night, but it was well into the twenties apiece.

Finally, it was time for another smoke break and Master Pravus took jenpet outside to be his ashtray once more. Naked, collared, cuffed, and still chained by the long, heavy lead chain, and very kindly allowed a soft bathrobe, she was taken outside and chained to the railing. Master Pravus had her open her robe to flash me while he blew smoke in her face. Best smoke break ever! Before he came in he pressed her naked body against the window. What a show, oh instant happy. I have to say that is the first time in a ridiculously long time that jenpet has been remotely naked outside, and especially in January. So hot!

Once they were back inside, Master Pravus kindly let jenpet sit on the imported, Italian leather couch and placed kitty in her lap to warm her up. They were so cute snuggling together there. Once she was warmed up, we put the two girls together pelvis to pelvis so they could grind against each other. Sadly the angle was really off and it didn't work according to plan, so I put a vibrator in each girl's hand and told them to get the other girl off. They worked the vibes, eliciting moans and gasps from each other, and sadly losing a bit of focus as well. They needed a bit of guidance on occasion to bring their attention back to what they were supposed to be doing.
I instructed both girls to beg in unison since I'm a huge fan of symmetry. Soon both girls did just that and we let them cum. For the rest of the night, if they came they came together. A great bonding experience I think. We got a few more out of them before jenpet's arm went numb holding her up in a seated position. We laid her out and Master Pravus gave her a tip about turning her hand inward toward her body when holding herself up. It is less comfortable, he said, but won't cut off the blood flow. Great tip, thank you again Master Pravus.

Once her arm got to be feeling better, jenpet asked to use the potty. Master Pravus was really good about insisting that the girls drink plenty of water throughout the night. I allowed jenpet to go in the bathtub, with the kind permission of Master Pravus. I took the camera in and snapped some pictures of the girl as she relieved herself in the tub. she managed to splash some on her new socks, which made her a little cranky. Fortunately the full package was right outside and I rushed down to the car to get them for her, because I am nice like that. We traded out her socks, bound her right back up with the locking cuffs and went back out into the front room for the next round.

Master Pravus laid out this incredible microfiber throw. He mentioned that you could "cum, wax, even bleed on it and it washes right out. Perfectly sanitary." And plush. We had jenpet lay down first, because her legs were still tired and had kitty lay over the top of her in 69. Oh boy did they go to town, when we allowed it. Master Pravus poked and prodded and pushed jenpet over the edge while I added a few swats to the kitty. Oh how they loved to play together.

Utterly spent, the two girls dropped to the pad and lay there panting. Master Pravus and I took the moment to have a snack, organize a few things, and chat a bit while the girls rested. They were adorable all cuddled up together, kitty spooning jenpet and sharing this tiny little baby blanket between them. It was really late at this point and it was clear that it was having an effect on the girls as they were getting sleepy. To combat this, I told the girls that if they were to fall asleep, I would wake them with the bamboo paddle. They were quick to assure us that they were both awake when asked each time. After all, Master Pravus and I both had done all the work and had no fulfillment of our own. We can't let that stand.

After a long break, the girls were brought to their knees and placed before their respective Owners for a little loving gratitude in the form of blowjobs. It is hard to describe just how awesome it is to be receiving a blow job at the same time as watching your partner in crime getting one as well. The slaves worked hard and were rewarded with mouthfuls of "desert";). Poor kitty, it was so far passed her bed time that she practically passed out with cum still on her lips.

At that point we were all pretty much spent and it was time to put the girls to bed. Master Pravus kicked the kitty's butt a few times to get her moving. I did my nightly routine, but left jenpet with cum on her tongue for bed. When I came back, I chained my girl to the bed by her feet cuffs and bound her hands together. Then we settled in to sleep. The hand cuffs sadly had to come off at some point to ensure that the slave could get some rest, as we had to be up early the next morning. We slept lightly, me no doubt humping the girl's butt all night :D.

The next morning we were up earlier than our alarm, as were our hosts and in no time at all we were playing with jenpet again. I bound her hands to the bed frame above her head and Master Pravus and I pulled her legs wide apart. I put my leather gloves on and alternated between slapping her unabused thigh and smothering her with leather. Master Pravus slapped and pinched, and toyed with the slave's clit while the kitty did some camera work and eagerly nipped at jenpet's bruised thigh and munched on her... "cake." Oh what fun that was. That lasted about an hour I think, making jenpet beg to cum several more times.

I took my opportunity to munch on the kitty's kitty again, bringing her off several times as well while also abusing her torn up nipples. I have to admit that I was horrible to that girl's nipples and when we left they were so sore. She assures me that she loved it and is still enjoying the tenderness. Good;).

Before we left, I had jenpet, now dressed, get down and cover her face in kitty's juices. Something to remember her by for the rest of the day;). The kitty had a couple more orgasms before we had to rush off. Master Pravus very kindly offered to let the kitty show me her gratitude with a farewell blowjob, but sadly we were completely out of time. Fortunately, the kitty said she would give me a rain check. That makes me really happy.

So there it is, dear readers. Our awesome experiences with the lovely couple Master Pravus and Red Vinyl Kitty. I'm sure that there are a number of things I have forgotten to put down and maybe somethings are even a little out of order. We collectively took nearly 200 photos and hours of video. You can see a number of pictures on my FetLife and maybe even link over to theirs as well. We have been in near constant correspondence since the weekend and we are all so grateful for the experience and so very looking forward to the next time. Personally I have been riding that high for days and only now am really starting to come down. And those downs that myself and jenpet had been experiencing? Gone. We are both looking forward to the child's bed time tonight;). Thanks again to our wonderful hosts for having us over, and to all a delightful night...

It's all fuzzy...

2011-01-23T22:30:00.002-07:00

Master and i had a deliciously awesome weekend.

Thanks to FetLife, Master and i have met, in person, an amazing kinky couple who are right up our alley...Last month, we met them for lunch, and while we met for lunch, we whiled away a good three or four hours just chatting at the restaurant, to the point where the staff was very subtly trying to shoo us from our booth where we chatted about everything from the most mundane to some of the kinky. We enjoyed each other so much, that we agreed to meet again as soon as we could.

Thankfully, we were able to arrange for the kiddo to enjoy a visit with someone who dearly adores him and watched him overnight, giving Master and i the chance to meet up with Master Pravus and his pet, Red Vinyl Kitty, again, with some playtime planned. The Masters' plan included a good deal of play so, Kitty and i tried to prepare ourselves with ingestions of caffeine, though i'm not sure either of us realized exactly what was going on in the devious minds of our significant others.

i think it all began when Master said He was going to break out the bag of tricks - or something to that effect - and i wound up cuffed, collared and locked into a heavy padded set with a great deal of chain restricting me. Then, there were girl kisses - nomnomnom. There is nothing like kissing another woman, and it has always reminded me of touching powdered sugar. Soft lips, tender tongues, and this lovely feminine sugary taste. i'm not sure how long we stayed like that, though i know we were both quite happy, until our legs fell asleep. At that point, we were laid down, and our Masters pulled a swap - while my Master began working one of her thighs over, her Master began working one of mine over.

Here's where the endorphin rush took over - i know essentially what happened - there was moaning and whimpering and finger fucking and beating and clamps and clothespins - but the sequence, the thoughts that fluttered through my head is all fuzzy. At some point, we were turned over and they continued to whop on our hind ends - and there was more of the moaning and whimpering and finger fucking and beating and clamps and clothespins - and it continued as such. Eventually, my Master took Kitty and began trussing her up to complete a breast tie followed by a hog tie. i was lain on my back with a spreader bar between my legs and ever so gently, she was placed between my legs. There was much moaning and shuddering.

When she was pulled up, it was quite obvious that she needed to be released from the bondage, and Master took some time to do that. It was at this point, i believe, when Kitty's Master asked to take me outside on the deck, so i could hold his ashtray while he smoked. They kindly permitted me to wear his bathrobe, and i stood on the deck holding the ashtray in a bathrobe, chains and cuffs, and while he smoked, he would rebreathe the second-hand smoke into me. Of course, no dominant can stand to see a girl get too comfortable, so Master Pravus had me open the bathrobe and push myself up against the window on his porch to flash my Master and Kitty. i am quite sure that if my body had been damp, i would have stuck to the window. When finished with the cigarette, we returned inside, where i was permitted to sit on the couch (another rare treat!) and warm up with Kitty snuggles.

When i was warm again, Kitty and i had a very lovely 69, and both of us were feeling quite warm, blissful, and satisfied. Not a good sign for our Masters. But hey, we started around eight on Saturday evening, and we had already moved into the wee hours of Sunday morning...But they were prepared with big sticks.

And even though we were tired, somewhere out in la-la land with all the fun endorphins, we were very good slaves and got up and gave our good, loving, cruel Masters blowjobs. And then passed out.

Well. Kitty did. i took a little longer to go, but both of us were e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.

And all of us are looking forward to a "next time."

We're planning on uploading some of the pictures to FetLife, so keep your eyes out!

There was a brief revisit after we'd all caught a few hours of sleep, but the morning events are even more hazy than what we started on Saturday . . . maybe Master can fill you in.

Hopeful despair...

2011-01-19T22:40:00.005-07:00

Since the last time i wrote, Master and i have had the opportunities to spend some quality time playing, despite the franticness that comes with my return to school each semester.

While i didn't cope well with the scene on January 11th, and have been struggling, i am still (forever) Master's property, and feel like his property. The struggle has been primarily in what feels good for both my brain and my body, and the feeling of disconnect that remains between the two. Though i know Master's first impulse is to crush me beneath His boot with force when this dichotomy appears, i am grateful that He has crushed me beneath His boot with some gentleness.

On Sunday, the house was stunningly quiet, and Master and i knew we needed to take the opportunity (as my classes resumed the following day) and we did so. Out came rope and the hood - but it wasn't just any rope, like the nice soft nylon, no, it was the sisal rope. i do love the sisal because it doesn't tend to slide and pinch, but i hate the sisal because the reason it doesn't slide and pinch is because it digs into you, stabbing you with a thousand little slivers. i cannot help but feel utterly helpless in that stuff, even if my hands are free - in a sense it reminds me of an electric fence - there is nothing you can do to get around it.

As i lay there, Master retrieved something that we hadn't talked about before hand, one of His favorite and rare indulgences . . . a plastic bag (shudder). Some aspects of breath play i adore - but this is not one of them (though i trust Him), this one, all i can do is endure*. And i despaired. i have given myself so completely, that those cruelties He springs upon me change nothing. i am His to do with as He pleases. Following the removal of the bag, still gasping for air inside the leather hood, still wrapped in sisal rope, He fucked me, used me, and finished with His property.

Under a warm shower after He released me, the despair passed, as it always does, life resumes . . . and i am reminded that i am owned.

* i wish i didn't have to emphasize this, but breath play is dangerous. Master and i are experienced players, are well aware of the risks and have done our best to minimize those risks while still choosing to indulge our fantasies.

Complexities

2011-01-11T22:27:00.007-07:00

i am far from perfect. But, even knowing that, i know that my Master loves me, even though it's not something "required" of our relationship.

Every now and then, what i see as my imperfections cause this cycle of self-depreciation. Tonight, for example - Master and i had the opportunity for a chance to play. i was strapped down, and while Master thumped implement after implement onto the bed, i had no clue what He had planned. When He started it felt like His goal was to wear my skin off through various beatings...from the thud of leather clad hands, to the obnoxious sting of a kite stick turned mini-cane or the sting of His bare hands, i squirmed and tried in vain to escape.

One of the strangest things about being me is my brain and my body are not always in agreement about what is pleasure, pain or any intermingling of the two. Master laughs at me and often ignores my brain while following the cues that my body gives Him. Meanwhile, i'm often frustrated because even though i know i've liked the sensation in the past, i'm not enjoying it in the moment, or even able to find head-space where i can at least cope with it. Tonight was one such evening. While my body was busy experiencing pleasure, my brain jumped from each impact, lurched into a myriad of emotions. When Master was satisfied with the shade of red covering His property from tits to thighs, He turned me over and began again.

And again, my brain and body didn't agree. Even though Master, throughout, had been reinforcing His satisfaction with how well i was doing by telling me i was His good girl, i didn't feel like it at that point. In fact, i was feeling horrible because every four or five impacts on my ass i had one singular thought . . . "i want to punch Him in the eye." During the percussion strikes upon my body when i wasn't concerned with getting my hand loose to punch my Owner, i alternated between guilt at thinking about attempting to hurt my Master, struggling to cope with the beating and searching for the endorphin high to fall into sync with my body's desires...

And i couldn't. i cried from the pain, but didn't achieve a cathartic release.

Master fucked me afterwards, even though i had confessed my horrible thoughts - and it was during the sex that at least a few of those lovely stress reducing tears fell from my eyes...

And i didn't punch Him in the eye at the end of it all. Instead, i'm circling this mess of emotion, wondering why i cannot keep my heart, body and mind all of one mind (snort) about what i signed up for when i accepted a life without choice.

With a sore bum.

Anal Plans Updated...

2011-01-10T10:44:00.002-07:00

Well, this whole anal training thing did not go according to plan. Surprise, surprise right? They say that no plan ever survives contact with the enemy, and the plug is the apparent nemesis of my girl's asshole.

We've been stalled by the holidays, colds, back issues, and more. Still, patience is a must when working on any training. To that end, I've decided to just extend the timeline through this next school semester. My original hope was to fuck her in the ass by the time she had to go back, but at this point we haven't graduated up in plug size or had the planned enema. So, we'll just have to keep at it when we can find moments. This of course means that the girl will have to deal with wearing the plug through normal day activity, chores and the like, which would be a good thing in general.

I'm thinking of using the inflatable enema plug as an intermediary step between the two plugs. The inflatable aspect would allow me to stretch her inner colon incrementally over a short period. Regardless, we're still working on it and the ultimate goal is still anal sex. We're just going to go about it slower without a structured timetable. Also, I think that it would benefit her appreciation for the whole experience if I were to attack her clit with a vibe each time, forcing her to have at least one orgasm during the plugging.

Stay tuned :)...

Top 10...

2011-01-09T22:43:00.005-07:00

So here we are, the new year, 2011. We have a new look on our blog here, something that the girl suddenly felt needed to be done. I like the look of it, different for sure.

We're all ready nine days in and we've only had two opportunities for play. Not bad odds given the time I suppose 2 out of 9, but somehow I'm hoping for more from the this year.

Our first opportunity came just the other day and I had this inclination for breast torture. Sadly a full camera memory prevented me from getting any pictures, but here is a brief recap.

I bound her on the bed with her hands cuffed out wide to the side. I used the short bamboo sticks to bind her tits in a breast vice. Using our old stockpile of martial arts belts, I clamped the two sticks down tightly on her tits and bound the belts around her back and around the front one more time. This caused a rather nice clamp on her tits, but pressed the sticks a little too tightly against her breast bone, which got plenty of whining.

I added the nice, new, black clover clamps on her nips for the icing on the cake. I love pushing her limits and this did just that. The pain was exquisite and had her on edge for the whole experience. I then took another belt around her waist and clamped down tightly, stealing her breath and reducing her waist to a diameter of less than six inches. Then I began fucking her.

It was fantastic to watch her struggle for breath, each heave of her chest grinding the bamboo against her breastbone and rattling the short chain between the clover clamps. Eventually I started clamping the belt around her rib cage, completely preventing her from breathing until she passed out.

Sadly, our little one came up the stairs shortly after she came too and we had to call it for the night. Me still needing to cum too, so sad.

Our next opportunity came just last night, and I was really going to make the best of the experience. The girl had mentioned craving electricity among other things, so I plotted my devious little plans. Once the little one was asleep, we rushed upstairs and began pulling out the toys. Both sets of stocks, nipple suckers, nipple clips, clothes pins, electro sex box, the white spoon, leather gloves, the metal ring spreader gag, rope, the sherbet dick on a stick, etc. The girl's eyes widened when she saw so much being pulled out to be used on her.

I started by placing her in the hand/foot stocks, pictured here. Yes I cleaned my camera for this night and got lots of lovely little pictures. I bound her breast with rope this time, amused by her whining about the ache still present in her breast bone. The girl also put on her Christmas socks that I had gotten for her. Cute little minx.

The stock was effective and had her helpless, but it didn't provide the access to her cunt that I required for my devious intentions. So we switched it up and I put her in both sets. Then I put the gag in and got to work. I used the small canes to beat on her breasts, tenderizing them a bit to start when an idea came to me. I've done chopsticks on her nipples before, but I have never done one set for both nipples or at the same time as a very tight breast tie. So of course, I placed the canes on her nipples and bound them up. Here is another view that is rather artistic if I do say so my self.

After a brief time, the bitch began whining about the breast tie so I showed some compassion and released the boobies, kind of a catch and release program;). With her tits free, it was time to start concentrating on the rest of her exposed, tender bits. I began wiring her up to our electro sex box, crossing the pads over her abdomen to maximize the zap. I started her up slowly, but quickly managed to max out the power setting with little more than an occasional twitch or slight grunt. Well that just won't do! So it was time to trade out the batteries and I realized that in the years that we've had the thing, I don't think I've ever refreshed the batteries. It made all the difference in the world and in not time at all I had the girl jerking and gasping. As an added little touch, I placed the small butterfly electrode on her pubic mound and cranked it up too. Here she is all wired up.

Due to a twinge still lingering in her neck, I had to take out the gag and let her out of the top stocks, but bound her arms out tightly to the sides to keep her helpless. I then had a special treat for her, the sherbet dildo on a stick. This is the first time she's been fucked by a dick on a stick and I was surprised at how well it worked with her. Something to keep in mind more regularly.

Well that was fun and all, but I still had more for her in my dirty bag of toys. The girl had asked repeatedly for clothes pins, and I didn't disappoint. My new set of fifty brand new, fresh out of the bag clothes pins hungry for mean little bites of her quivering flesh came out to play. I told her that I am big on symmetry and wanted to split the number evenly between her top and bottom, twenty five clothespins for her breasts and twenty five for her cunt. she didn't like that idea too well and begged pleading for me to use less down there. I told her that I would see what I could do, but made no promises. So, I began by placing one clothespin on her tongue to keep her quite and the other twenty four clothespins on her breasts using sets of three. Three pins on the tender nipple flesh, three centered around that, and so on and so on, on each side.

Then I moved down with my last twenty five to start on her tender, exposed cunt. Sadly, with the dick still in her, I could only get ten on her outer labia, two on her inner labia, and one right on her clit. So I had to take the other twelve back up to her breasts and added two more rings per tit to finish out the fifty. It was fun, fucking her with the dick on the stick while she was all pinned up, whining and screaming.

Before long, it was my turn to have a little fun, so I pulled the pins off her cunt and unbound her legs. The bitch was so wet that I slipped right in and began fucking her, thirty six clothes pins on her tits bouncing with each thrust and the electrodes still zapping away at her stomach. My how she came, filthy whore. As an added bonus, I put the nipple suckers on right in the midst of the thorn patch of pins and fucked her harder. It was so intense, the bitch passed out.

It is almost flattering, I think, for a slave to be so tormented, so over stimulated that she passes out. What better proof of me doing my job right I feel. Plus it is really fun to roughly rip off the clothes pins and electrodes while she is out, adding to the blackened echos that chase her into contentiousness. When she finally came to long moments later, I was pounding her cunt with her legs in the air. she came screaming. After another moment or two, I added my personal signature to the gasping, sore, used work of art laying before me.

When asked later, the girl proclaimed the night to be in the top ten ever! What a pain slut:D...

2011

2011-01-05T20:38:00.004-07:00

Wow. New year, another year older, and still plunking along.

i'm on the mend, the last of the cold finally lifting, my shoulder/back pain beginning to let up, and hopefully, Master and i can squeeze in some serious fun before school starts again in 11 days.

A lot of things that we were hoping to accomplish while i was on break just didn't happen. It's been kind of aggravating in that regard. While Master noted that i mentioned an interest in getting back to the anal training, and supposed it was just so that i could get Him to drop it entirely, that isn't actually the case. While i'm not enjoying it, nor particularly thrilled about it, it's something that He has asked (told) me to do...so i'm doing my best to give it a fair try, to not whinge about it, and otherwise comply with my Master's orders.

And while nothing fun has happened since last year (whine) i'm riding that horrible edge of need, and thinking of all the lovely cruel things Master is capable of, and knowing that if we get a few hours to ourselves, He will do them and i will wonder why i wanted Him to do those horrible things while He's doing them. Afterwards, i'll know why. But during, not so much. i've been fantasizing about electrical play, canes, paddles, playing cards and clothespins, rope, leather, chains and the inability to answer the infernal questions He asks after He's gagged me...

(sigh) Maybe soon.

i'm sure you'll notice the changes to the blog's design - i like playing with layouts, and was looking forward to a change, and with the new year, it seemed a great time to change it. Now, if Master doesn't like it, well...you might see a few more changes.

Unexpected: Note...

2010-12-31T10:43:00.004-07:00

Happy New Year Everyone! Just a short note here to catch up on current events. We are freaking freezing! :) The average temp in my house at the moment is 55 degrees at eleven in the morning. Our washing machine's cold water line and drain froze up, of course we didn't discover this until the girl started a load. Ah the fun of country living.

Well, I know that it has been a while since we posted and we were right in the middle of some pretty cool things happening too. However, due to unexpected injuries, colds, and holidays, our plans have pretty much stalled out. Anal training has been put on hold for the moment, though the girl, yes the girl, has expressed interest in finishing the training regiment. Though I expect this is only to thoroughly prove to me that she does not like, nor cannot stand to do it so I will have no choice but to drop it forever. We'll see.

The girl managed to throw her back out pretty good this time and her shoulders are in a bad way, limiting just about everything I could conceivably do with her. No bondage, no caging, no blow jobs, oh and hey that time of the month too. What a way to ring in the new year. Poor, poor slave girl. Please, for those of you who know what it is like to be sick, cold, sore, and on the punctuation, or any combination there of, send her some sympathy comments. Either that or sadistically tell her to suffer through it, like I do ;D.

So here we are, suffering through the cold without the benefit of central heating. God how did people live before central heat? 65 degrees and the girl balls herself up on her heating pad under two blankets, shivering. I suppose I'll just have to lock her away in the cage under all that and hope to see her again in the spring. God what a long, sexless, dull winter that would be, so forget that. I guess she'll just have to suffer the whole time. Sweet...

Delirium

2010-12-19T13:19:00.005-07:00

Yesterday did not go at all according to any sort of plan. Master woke up later than He had wanted to. The boy-child woke up sooner than i expected him to. And so the rest of the day was kind of full of unexpectedness. Master and i puttered about, He worked on painting some of His miniatures, i thought about going up to work on my own project to be near Him, but the dishes were calling and it seemed the perfect day to make homemade chicken soup (bestest homemade soup ever, Master said). So that's what we did. It was quiet, and fun, but not at all what Master had planned for the day.

As the day wound down, Master and i began to feel tired, and worried that all opportunity would escape us. The boy-child was ridiculously excited and bouncy (his birthday is coming very soon, i think that may have some influence on the recent over-excitableness), and we were holding little hope in our hearts. Suddenly, i realized it had gone quiet. As we looked into the child's room, we saw that he had tucked himself in (dawwww! Cutest thing in the world!) and gone to sleep after all.

Master and i had a long conversation about what's going on in our lives right now, generally focused on the anal training and the things i don't like that Master loves...it was hard. And really complicated. One absolute rule we have is honesty -- half-truths are inexcusable and lies are worse. When Master asked if i was happy with the choice i'd made to be His property, i had to admit that, sometimes (very, very occasionally) i'm not happy -- but i am resigned to it -- and yet most times i am over the moon with the joy of being His. It sucked to have to say that.

This little spur of unhappiness comes from the times He does something that i loathe, that frustrates me, something that makes me angry, something that leads me to feel little nuggets of resentment and even a little hate. When we do those things, i have no idea how to cope with those emotions, no ability to handle them with grace, and they fester in my heart until the thing is long over. That, though is fodder for another post.

After the conversation, Master opted to use me and torture me before anything else, and we had a lovely session together. (More fodder for another post!) i was hurt, sore and sporting a few little bruises when we were done. Master had some photoshop things He wanted to do, so we came down to do those, following a shower for me, while Master was kind enough to take our dog outside. Amusingly, Master accidentally locked Himself out and scared the bejubus out of me by knocking on the shower's window, asking to be let back in.

Following that little adventure, we settled in only to have our child further disrupt the plans of the evening, as he woke up and had no inclination to be settled back into sleep. As a family we stayed up into the wee hours of the morning watching one of Master's favorite television series, which incited laughter and, in our fatigue, delirium. Eventually, the crash came, and while i was asleep by five, Master and the boy held out until around eight.

So while Saturday didn't go according to plan, Sunday's plans aren't looking to be very promising, either...

But the soreness from our play-time is with me today, and so is the delirium.

Anal Training: Day 5...

2010-12-18T19:44:00.003-07:00

Day five of our anal training adventure was less successful. We had company early in the day, an old friend we haven't had time to see in a while stopped by for the morning. It was a great visit, but then I had to rush off to work for a few hours. The child had fallen asleep during our visit and had finally woken just before I returned home, leaving us no alone time to do it. Given some sleep issues, being that neither of us got more than five hours apiece, I was willing to let it go for the day and work it a bit extra the next.

Though, the girl didn't like that idea, so she suggested that we go ahead and do it. It was funny to watch her literally kick herself for offering the notion, but I accepted her request. The girl asked if we could spend less time, about half an hour this time since I expected her to get up and move around. With the kiddo downstairs running a muck, we intended to come back down once she was plugged up.

I took her upstairs, placed the plug and the lube tube in hot water upstairs with us to limit air cooling time, and we began. Now there is this depressive mood that descends upon the girl when I begin the process, she goes quite and answers my questions with short, clipped responses. I added the lube, and plenty of it, but I did so much quicker than previous times. I then slipped the plug straight into her ass with little effort to work it in.

There were the standard comments; it hurts, i don't like it, i hate you for it, etc. Still, she was belted up and ready to go. However, the child came up to see what we were doing, and since our bed is right in front of our staircase, I had to whip the blanket over the girl's exposed, plugged ass just before he made it to the top. Still, when he made noise, the girl jumped in the bed causing her to groan. The boy decided to stay upstairs with us, so there was little need for the girl to move about. Yet I told her to come over and be with us. Tearfully, she refused, moaning and begging. That didn't go over with me all that well so I repeated the command. Still she refused. I went to her, willing to talk her through her issue, but with the boy there wanting to climb all over us, it was a bit difficult.

I began the same way as before, asking about her feelings and how they compared to other things, but her anger had taken control of her by this point and she was unwilling to let go of her dislike. I tried to ask her more questions, but she kept deflecting and trying to distract me with various household issues. This made me pretty cranky, understandably, but I remain committed to getting her through this experiment without giving into my own anger and without letting her get away with bitching her way out. I left it in her for a little while longer, at least the half hour I agreed to, before covertly removing it and whisking it away to be cleaned.

This is when the girl's anger faded and the remorse started. Regretful of her behavior, she would come up to me to apologize. We talked a bit about it, more so the next morning when everyone was calmer. I told her that she is right were I imagine she should be, having such an issue with the whole process as she does. I'm okay with working slowly to get her through it, but unless there is a legitimate issue with anal play, i.e. potential damage to the colon or chemical imbalance in her bowels, etc. she will see this through. I ordered her to write a short essay on how she feels about anal play and how she feels about the way she reacts to it. I'll probably post it when I get it.

The girl expresses her desire to see it through, despite the problems she's experiencing. That kind of dedication is staggering when one thinks about it. It speaks to an immense commitment to me and to my desires for her. I am so proud of her for that, even if she does lash out from time to time.

For the next session, we begin the longer time periods and more daily tasks. In one week, I'm hoping to perform her first enema and graduate her up to the next plug. However, the name of this game is slow and steady, so I'll keep you all informed as we progress...

still here...more so, in fact

2010-12-16T22:44:00.003-07:00

Hey, is it just me or is it cold? Oh, right, it's December. Normally there'd be snow on the ground by now, but with one little weenie dusting of snow thus far, it's easy to forget. It is cold here, though, and i will admit, i am a Colorado native who hates the cold...

Regardless, the Winter Break has begun, and i have been more subject to Master's whims than i have in quite a while. This includes, but is (definitely) not limited to, this whole business of trying anal. (Would that be considered the a.v. card?) i am admittedly, a bit grouchy about the whole business. i've never been at all interested in anal -- after all, my cunt is pretty damn close to perfect (had more than one gyno say so, anyway, and i'm rather fond of it myself), and it functions excellently during sex. But, anal is something that Master has deemed important. And so, i am doing my best to follow along with this plan of His, and trying very hard not to be snarky or angry about it, though at moments i certainly fail. Thus far, i haven't found it particularly enjoyable, remotely pleasurable, or entertaining, but Master has asked me to give it an "honest try" and so i do.

Otherwise, it has been rather nice to be able to spend so much time with Master, snuggling with Him, talking with Him, being used by Him, and in general, being near Him. It's a bit of an adjustment, as Master and the boy had their own little routine and now we're tumbling everything about trying to make sense of it as a family for the month i'll be free of school work. Not free from anything else though! (lol)

i'm sure, that as the time progresses, i'll be back to make more posts, eventually come up with something to say, and in general, be a bit more active on the blog and at FetLife (provided Master permits either), but for now, that's the short and long of it.

If i don't manage one more post before you all get your holiday plans underway... Happy holidays, and by that i mean specifically the holiday you celebrate this season. ;) :P

Anal Training: Day 4...

2010-12-16T22:04:00.004-07:00

Day four went so much better. Even from the beginning, this was a great day. It has been cold here today, and cold is a big problem for my little pet. Around midday I took my girl upstairs and locked her away in the cage, which was sitting by the upstairs windows and was bathed in midday sunlight. I figured that it would help the girl to do some sunning and it is always a good idea for her to be locked up.

At first I let her get in with her clothes on but no blanket. It has been a while since she has been in the cage, the first time in the new house as a matter of fact. It dawned on her that being in the cage with jeans on was not so good, so some whining and a lot of tumbling around later, I let her strip her clothes off and gave her a blanket instead. Here are some pictures of her in the cage. I left her in for about an hour and a half. I would have done it longer, but our curious child kept running over trying to remove the cover blanket as if searching for Christmas presents. Eventually, I had to let her out so we could get on with our day.

After some very tasty lunch, it was nap time for our darling boy. He has been infinitely more cooperative since the end of the semester :D. I had placed the new lube and the plug in warm water so their temps wouldn't shock her colon, a good idea that didn't take into consideration that the room temp in our house is about 55 degrees and all the heat I had tried to generate was stolen away before I even applied the lube to the plug. Despite that, I had the girl strip down and get onto the bed, allowing her to be covered during the insertion. I'll have some photos of the whole experience up on FetLife after I post this.

So, with her bundled up, her ass sticking out between the blankets, I began the process of lubing her up. Now again, I had picked up some thicker lubrication jelly and I began slowly, first coating the ring of her asshole thoroughly before slipping my finger in bit by bit. I was very liberal in the application of lube this time, wanting to ensure that she was completely coated. This finger fucking must have lasted about fifteen minutes before I lubed up the plug and started trying to warm it up in my hands. The girl didn't implode or go flying off the bed so I assume that it wasn't too shockingly cold. The plug went in smoothly, more so than the first time and she seemed less resistant than before.

There were still the comments, of course, how it was like a tornado of forks still and that there was a slight burning sensation. Thankfully that went away pretty quickly and she was left to suffer. I lay next to her again, as promised, and massaged her breasts and talked to her.

I asked her how it felt and she said it hurt. I asked her if she liked it and she said no, it hurt. Then I asked her if it hurt when I caned her, and she said yes. Does she like it when I cane her? Yes. I then posited that the pain wasn't necessarily dismissive, just because it hurt didn't mean that she wouldn't like something. I continued on in this way, combating all of the reasons she could conjure to explain why she didn't like it. If it wasn't actually the pain that made her dislike it, then was it the taboo nature? If so, the we can get around that too, as we live a lifestyle, i.e. O/p, that isn't even widely appreciated within our own kinky community. We can work around the notion of social norms. So if it wasn't the pain or the social norms, was it the dirtiness, the bacterial uncleanliness of it all? Well, I use gloves to insert the non-porous, silicone, hypoallergenic plug and transport it directly to be washed via a disposable paper towel. There is really nothing icky about the process.

Round and round we went, breaking through the mental barriers. I began explaining my plan for the next week, telling her how she would be wearing the plug for two hours at a time and be expected to move about, doing chores and the like. How this weekend I'd take her to the store with it tied in while we did some shopping. How a week from Saturday will be her first enema, followed by the use of the new, larger plug. As I explained all of this, her eyes grew wide and dilated, her hips ground down on the plug subtly under the covers. As always, her cunt was dripping wet.

I checked the plug about half way through, making sure that the lube was holding. We did need to add just a touch more, but the thicker stuff really did the trick (thanks Faete). I could tell it was time to start upping the ante, so I pulled out our tens unit and wired her ass up, placing the pads on each cheek. This was the first time since being in the new house that I had electrocuted her also, so a night of firsts. I failed, however, to take any pictures of her flopping around during this part, D'oh! It was such a delight, watching her fuck the plug as her ass cheeks tensed and shuddered. I forced her to cum a number of times, reminding her of her place, what she was, what I could do to her.

Finally the hour came to an end, and she was eager to take it out. Though, not as desperate as previously ;). I undid the belt and slowly pulled the plug free, wrapping it up to be taken downstairs to be cleaned. Right at that moment, however, it was time for a righteous fucking. I bound her hands behind her back with another belt, then laid her on her back with some pillows to help ease the pressure on her shoulders. Clips on her nips and a third belt around her waist, crushing down on her abdomen, and away we went. Say what she will about the plugging, she was wet, hot, and wild as I fucked her. An hour of howling, gasping, and begging punctuated by frequent shuddering, screaming climaxes. We were in heaven.

I rolled her onto her front, sans clips and arm tie, and finished her off doggy style with a spectacular shot of cum from the curve of her ass to her upper back. Good little slave even thanked me for plugging her, as well as everything else ;). I find she likes to be nondescript, saves having to admit too much :D.

So anyway, that was our third attempt so far on day four of our plugging adventure. I feel we are making real headway and I have high hopes for this coming week. We'll keep you all up to date as we plug along :D...

Anal Training: Day 3...

2010-12-16T11:43:00.002-07:00

Just a short note. So, day three didn't go according to plan either. Because of day two's issues, the girl had bloody a stool in the morning and mentioned that it still ached. Given an early work schedule that night, my seething happiness over the utilities bill, and our kid, I decided to allow her one day of reprieve to heal up.

So on to today, day four. Last night I went and picked up a thicker lubricating jelly that should solve day two's issue. We're looking at doing it a bit later today, along with a righteous fucking and some time in the cage. I'll post again later to keep you all updated on her anal progress...

I Cannot Believe...

2010-12-15T11:38:00.004-07:00

So, I received my power bill for this past month and... OMG WTF!!! Is the public service company trying to bankrupt the working class? My bills during the summer were on average about $50. Yeah, quintuple that! And its not even fucking cold outside! There are god damned flies still buzzing around out there for craps sake!

After my last bill, which about made me blow my top and was only triple my summer average, I've been old manning it hard core. Leaving only one light on in the whole house at a time, using sleep modes on TVs to limit their time on, turning our ancient floor board heaters down to barely warm settings, etc. Now, for the next month we're looking at living Amish style. I'm sure fucking looking forward to lots of missionary and those awesome hats!

F my Xcelent utilities provider!...

Anal Training: Day 2...

2010-12-14T19:19:00.002-07:00

This morning, while the kiddo was still asleep, we got a start on the second day of plugging. The girl was much more sensitive today and twitched quite a bit while I worked the plug into her. Lots of lube, but less conversation today which I think had an effect. Though the girl was far less resistant today as well, mostly pouting an maybe a second or two of hesitation before obeying my commands.

Yesterday, given the amount of comforting that was necessary to get her through the experience, we connected in a very sensual way. Lots of conversation, lots of touching and reassuring. Today, though I still allowed her to be free of the cage and I stayed with her throughout the ordeal, there was far less communication. I' m not even sure why, but we both lay there mostly in silence, punctuated by my occasional question or prodding. My attempts to massage her breast again were fruitless as she said it only made things ache more.

Even the bullet vibe that I had used yesterday seemed to not have the same effect, the girl asked to have it removed shortly after we settled in for the hour long sentence. The plug caused similar sensations to yesterday, what she described as a tornado of forks, but also there was also a burning sensation. Whenever I had her move or bumped into her she would gasp and moan. I allowed her to read while this was going on, something to help take her mind off of the ache, but then she dropped her book. I made her roll over a pick it up, and boy did she moan about that.

Once the hour was over, I told her to get up on her knees so I could remove the plug. I worked it a little bit, twisting it to make sure that it wasn't catching any of the delicate membranes of her inner ass. As it turns out it was as all of the lubricant seemed to have been worn away. It took a little work to get her to pop the plug out, and a lot more moaning. When it did come out, I examined it and found that it was completely dry and had been catching on her insides, probably for the last half hour. My thoughts on the cause of this are that she was worrying the plug, clenching at it with her colon muscles which stripped way the lube, or that her lining was rather dry and absorbed it.

Once she was freed from her anal intruder, I shackled her wrists with the metal cuffs and had my way with her. Due to the ache and lingering burn, she did not find the fucking to be all that satisfying, tear inducing, but not satisfying. I, on the other hand, rather enjoyed it and sprayed my happiness all over her tummy. Finally I let her run... or, um, hobble ;), to the shower to find comfort and cleanliness in its hot steam.

Tomorrow I'm going to check the plug periodically throughout the hour, making sure that it stays lubricated. Tomorrow will also be the last day that she will be free of the cage. A friend of ours offered the idea of experimenting with some thicker lubricants and if tomorrow's attempt is a repeat of today's, then a thicker lube is the next step. Hey, that would make a pretty good stocking stuffer, no?...

Gypped...

2010-12-14T02:03:00.003-07:00

I am so pissed right now. Clear damn skies for weeks and the night of the Geminid meteor shower and the whole sky is blotted out by freaking clouds! The whole damned sky! The Geminid meteor shower is fueled by the Asteroid 3200 Phaethon and according to the Christian Science Monitor, it is one of the most spectacular of the annual meteor showers.

I cannot express just how much I was looking forward to this event, and now here I am under a blanket of clouds which, I swear to something holy, will no doubt be absent tomorrow night! F my geographic location! I'm going to bed...

Anal Training: Day 1...

2010-12-13T15:18:00.006-07:00

Today was the first day of jenpet's imposed anal training. Having anything inserted into her asshole, indeed just having her asshole as the focus of sexual interest, makes her clam up instantly. Thus, I expected a fair amount of resistance when I told her it was time.

she pouted, whined, dragged her feet, and was even openly argumentative. But I expected that and we managed to work through it. It being the first time in a long while, I went slow, used lots of lube, and eased the small plug into her ass. There was a lot of sharp intakes of breath, moaning, cringing, but she didn't openly fight it by kicking or clenching down on the plug. I was proud of her for that.

Now the training itself that I have in mind calls for her to be caged for an hour, locked away and drifting in that mindlessness that she so often finds to help her deal with the plugging. Shackles on her wrist and padlocked to the side of the cage to keep her from futzing with it. However, it being the first time, and there needing to be a lot of communication to keep her calm; I decided to leave her on the bed, covered with a comfy blanket, and a vibrator buzzing away at her clit. I also allowed her to have her hands free. I laid next to her, talking her through, asking questions at her discomfort, bringing her mind to where she needed it. I rubbed her breasts, massaging and watching as her pupils dilated, her lips parted, her breath rose.

I let her cum, twice on that side while I rubbed her left breast and once more on the other side while I rubbed her right breast. I made her think about the plug still in her ass, like a splinter of my intent. Finally, I took the plug out of her and fucked her saturated cunt, reminding her of why she was so wet. I made her thank me for the experience while she came again.

Then, I asked her how she was and she said she was none the worse for wear. There was, of course, the ache left behind by the small intruder, but she was otherwise fine. Then I reminded her that this will happen every day till she went back to school. Suddenly, she was less okay. I smiled and let her shower, eagerly awaiting tomorrow...

A Couple Quick Things...

2010-12-12T22:24:00.007-07:00

What a busy week this turned out to be!

Finishing up the semester for the both of us, visiting family, meeting new friends, and tonight we just got our Christmas tree up and shimmering.

This last semester really was a very hectic one, with our schedules being so tight. Now I know they say that which ever one you are currently dealing with is always the worst, but this semester really did take it out of the both of us. At times we barely had half an hour when she got home before I had to rush off to work. Wow, kinksters that pass in the night, or at least early evening. But that is all over now and tomorrow marks the real beginning of the nice long break for the girl and the beginning of anal training as well. Oh boy! :D

We were invited this passed weekend to attend the birthday party of a friend of my parents. The invitation itself caught us a little off guard, we only met the guy once during Thanksgiving dinner at my parent's house. Apparently our conversations made something of an impression. Having an interest in schmoozing a bit, I decided to take him up on it and down to Denver we went. This gave us the chance to do a number of things, too many in fact for one single day visit.

Most intriguingly, we had the chance to meet up with a couple we met on FetLife. Our first FetLife instigated meeting and the first one in a long, long time. There is always a level of excitement that comes with the prospect of meeting someone for the first time in person, and when they are fellow kinksters it makes it that much better. We met at the prearranged spot and, I felt, hit it off right away. We shared fantastic food and a great conversation, which no doubt brought a few blushes from our hosts and fellow customers. It was fun and they are great people, we were very pleased to have had the chance to meet them in person.

The rest of the day went less according to schedule. My mother wanted to do something with our child and jenpet was keen to go along with them. I had intended to meet up with a dear friend for a quick meal before he had to trundle off to work, but that fell through. And I found myself with a few spare hours in my hometown, which hasn't happened in a long time. What's a guy to do?

I went to a mall to traipse around one of my favorite malls. I knew I was in trouble the moment I saw the parking lot packed to the gills with cars and long lines of vehicles trying to fight their way in and out. But by this time I was motivated by a deep seeded desire. The need to pee. I fortunately found a parking spot very close to one of the side entrances and bee lined it for the bathroom. Once finished, I found myself in the midst of hundreds, literally hundreds, of people milling about. Screaming children and huffing parents standing in ridiculously long lines for the chance to sit upon the local Santa impostor's questionably fragrant lap and get a single, over priced snapshot. Gotta love tradition, no?

I did some window shopping and a lot of weaving in and out of the crowds. Its like fighting a particularly bi-polar river. Some people meandered like they had all year to get where they needed to be while others filed around them in such a rush you'd almost expect to see mall security slowly trundling after them.

I had a bite to eat at the food court, something horrendously unhealthy for me, no doubt. The noise was incredible. A roar of activity and conversations that had become so distorted into a general din that I could not hear a single note of the live orchestra they had on the opposite side of the court.

Once I was done with that, I promptly left in search of a place drastically quieter and more calm. I decided to revisit one of my old haunts, Green Mountain. I used to live right on the foot of it in a very over priced apartment complex, our first together. I loved that mountain and would spend quite a bit of time on its trails. Having an hour or so to my self still, I decided to hike on up. It was beautiful, the sun had set and the moon was a high sliver in the clear sky. And all around me lay the vast ocean of lights that spread over the horizon to the North, East, and South.

At the top, there is this single rock, about the size of a portable cooler that someone at some point had to have brought up and placed there because it is the only one of its size and type anywhere nearby. Its surface has been worn down a bit from all the visitors sitting upon it and I know my ass has been a part of that counting. I said hello to my long lost friend and settled in for a long moment. Being so high and removed from the hustle and bustle of life down below is a wonderful experience. The only sound was the wind whistling in my ears.

The night sky was cold and midnight blue, tinted by the sliver moon and the small handful of stars visible. Looking out over that remarkable expanse where the lights flicker and dance I had a fun thought. We as humans have not been able to reach the stars, so we built a blanket of lights to mirror them, but in the process we lost sight of the heavens.

Eventually the realization that I was going to be late to the party and that the others were waiting hit me and I told them to head off without me, that I'd make a fashionably late appearance. Then I had to get down, in the dark. I took the same path that I had dozens of times before, an old deer trail, and each of the dozens of times regretted taking because it took me down the wrong side and dropped me off in a residential neighborhood far from my car. I love my memory. I walked around to my car, rushed across town, and finally made it to the party.

Before long we were on our way home, a long drive made somewhat shorter by the fun experiences of the day. That and a final stop for some fast food we never get out where we live. As we left the city far behind, the stars began to shine. That is one fantastic thing about being where we are, I can even see the the faint scattering of the milky way from my back yard. Oh and a quick note to our stargazer readers, tomorrow night Dec. 13, there will be a meteor shower so keep an eye out toward the heavens around midnight when the moon is scheduled to set.

And that, dear readers, was our hectic day in town. What a way to end a hectic semester. We both are looking forward to getting some sleep... Oh that's right. The child, who wants to stay up all night playing video games and watching movies. Very precocious for a three year old I'd have to say. So as I sit, looking at another late night, I can at least look back on a fun weekend with a contented smile...

Operative of Obsidian Chapter 4

2010-12-08T02:09:00.004-07:00

So, here is Chapter 4 of my Operative or Obsidian story. Enjoy, and if there are any comments or questions, please feel free...

Chapter 4

Autumn crouched behind a low barricade, sliding another clip into her weapon and chambering a round. She peaked her head over the edge for a brief moment, dropping back down as another bout of gunfire erupted from the building across the way. Taking a breath, she waited for a break in the assault before leaning to the side of her cover and firing off three rounds, one at each target. She rolled back behind the wall as only one of the targets fired back.

She counted the seconds, steadied her breathing, and listened. Suddenly, she spun, placing two shots center mass into the man who had rushed around to flank her. Seamlessly, she turned her weapon back on the building and fired a single shot before dropping down out of sight. Even from where she was she could hear the body drop from the window.

Momentarily calm, she stepped out from behind the low wall and made her way toward the building, zigzagging from cover to cover. It was quiet, eerily so after the ruckus of a gun battle. She could see the bodies of the soldiers she had killed laying motionless in the entryway. Behind them, the lobby doors stood wide open. It looked clear, but Autumn knew better than to trust it. She surveyed the front of the building, an industry standard short office building with colonnades and large, blackened windows, now perforated with spider-webbed bullet holes.

A smile crossed her lips as she traded out her clip for a fresh one. Suddenly she rushed from behind cover, racing toward the building. She fired her weapon, sending round after round through the window before her. It shattered under the barrage, sending shards of glass raining into the lobby. She dove through the now open window, shooting down the soldiers who had been covering the doorway as they scrambled to find cover. They fell to the polished marble floor, dead and dying. Autumn slid to a crouched stop behind the front desk, reloading.

Again it grew quiet as Autumn listened. Then, the sound of crunching glass just ahead of her. She popped up, drawing a bead on the target, but stopped herself from pulling the trigger. It was Bridget, a sister operative, her weapon trained on Autumn's heart. She smiled, her pale blue eyes twinkling. They both lowered their guns. Bridget brushed her raven hair behind her ear and motioned for the stairs. Autumn nodded, raising her weapon and leading the way.

Suddenly a mob of soldiers came rushing around the corner, their weapons brandished. Autumn dropped to the side in a tight crouch, opening fire on the men in front. Behind her, Bridget did the same, dropping man after man. The room erupted into a hail of gunfire, both sides firing on the other. In moments, the whole column lay motionless, the only sound was the last tinkling of spent casings dropping to the floor.. Autumn stood, surveying the mess and trading out her last clip. She turned to look at Bridget who smiled back.

From out of no where, a man rushed up behind Bridget, grabbing her. He was distinctive from the other soldiers, dressed in a black suit much like her own. His eyes gleamed from behind Bridget's face, shining like the blade of the knife he pressed against her throat. Autumn brought her weapon to bear instantly. The man leveled his own gun at Autumn, pressing the blade tightly against Bridget's neck. She gasped, her body rigid against his.

Autumn thought quickly, weighing her options. Any moment now and the man would likely shoot her and slash Bridget's throat anyway. He was well hidden behind her, using her effectively as a shield. She took a breath and fired. Bridget screamed as the bullet pierced her shoulder. Behind her, the man gurgled, dropping the knife to clutch at his throat. Blood poured from the bullet wound, flowing over his grasping fingers. Then, he fell to the floor.

Bridget moaned, holding her arm, a small line of blood showing on her delicate throat where the blade had bit her flesh. Her eyes, filled simultaneously with relief and pain, turned toward Autumn who shrugged. She slowed to a stop, like pausing a film and vanished completely as the program ended.

Autumn removed the glasses, finding herself back in the House's shooting range. The room was dressed up with collapsible obstacles and faux walls, allowing for a constantly changing environment to train in. Imbedded in every surface were motion sensors that transmitted data to the training computer. The program, a mix of holographic technology and VR, created the look and layout of the environments and fed it back through the glasses, allowing Autumn to see what the computer wanted her to. It tracked her movements within the course through her suit and, like a video game, tailored bad guys and situations to challenge the user. If she were to be unlucky enough to get shot in the simulation, the suit would also deliver a powerful electric shock to the affected area. Kill shots completely immobilized, like being hit by a taser. Autumn learned very quickly, do not get shot! Throughout her years as an operative of the House, she had become quite adept at the range, and as a result, quite adept in the number of firefights she had actually been involved in.

From the control room overlooking the range, Bridget came strolling toward her. Raven hair loose and flowing, framing her twinkling eyes, pale face, and ruby lips. She smiled.

“Well, I see you managed to shoot me... again,” she said, a hint of hurt in he voice.

Autumn shrugged again, “It was just a flesh wound. You'll heal.”

Bridget's eyes narrowed, looking Autumn up and down. “I don't know, with all the times you've managed to graze me in the range, I'm not too sure that I want to be in the field with you again.”

Now it was Autumn's turn to look hurt. “Well, you always manage to get captured! Come to think of it, I'm not sure I want to be in the field with you either if all you're going to do is get nabbed. I'd almost think you liked it.”

They broke into laughter at that, relishing the levity.

“Besides, if you didn't want to get shot, why do you keep programming yourself into the scenarios?”

“I don't know. Maybe I keep having this deluded notion that I'm special to you or something. That maybe, just maybe this time you won't shoot me.”

Bridget threw her arms out to the sides and Autumn, laughing, stepped into the hug throwing her arms around Bridget in return. She and Bridget had been paired a number of times on missions in the past and had come up together through the various training regiments. Of all the fellow slaves and operatives of the House, Bridget was the closest she had to a true sister.

They pulled away from each other.

“So, how did I do?” Autumn asked, spinning the training weapon around her finger and offering it to Bridget's outstretched hand.

She examined the weapon for a moment, working the slide a couple of times. Bridget was the personal slave of Master Taggert, the House's arms specialist, and as such was often put in charge of maintaining and packing an Operative's load out prior to a mission. That is when she wasn't on a mission of her own. Old habits died hard, even though the weapon in her hand now was a simulation gun, she checked it as if it were real.

“You did great, sister. Highest marks, as always. The computer even gave you credit for shooting me, again. It seemed to agree with your sentiments, I'll live.”

“Computers,” Autumn shrugged, beginning the arduous task of pealing herself out of the suit.

“So, I'm sure you've heard this a hundred times all ready, so I'm not going to ask...”

“How was my latest mission?” Autumn interjected, pulling the suit free from her shoulders.

“No. How was your first night back home?” she said with a sly grin.

“Oh, well... that,” Autumn smiled warmly, thinking back to her night with her Master.

“Heaven.”

Autumn finished stripping out of the suit, folded it, and handed it to Bridget. Bridget looked Autumn's naked form over and smiled.

“Well, you're looking good. Your Master didn't welcome you back too roughly, I see.,” she said, gesturing to Autumn's rump. “There are only a few bruises back there.”

Autumn reached a hand around to her ass saying, “Well, my ass smarts, and you're a smart ass. Quite the pair we make, sister.” They both laughed and walked out of the range and into the adjoining locker room. Autumn retrieved the simple black dress she had picked out after her sparring match with Ashton and slipped it on. Bridget busied herself with returning the equipment to its proper place.

“Does Master Taggert have you working in the range all day today?”

“No, not all day. I had to run two other sessions before you came in, for Crystal and Jasmine. Now that you're done, I'm to report to Mistress Sloan for a training session.”

“That will be fun. I had a sparring match with Ashton earlier.”

“Oh, and how did that turn out? Was I mistaken about the origins of those marks?”

“Cute. No, it went well. She's very good at countering most of my attacks and that hook kick of her's comes out of nowhere.”

“She's good, no argument there,” Bridgette said, shaking her head. “How about you, sister? What's on your agenda for the rest of the day?”

“Now that I'm done here, I'm to go to my room and wait to be fetched for my debriefing.”

“Ohhhh,” Bridget mumbled, a noticeable shift in her hips. “Now that will be fun.”

“Masochist,” Autumn accused.

“Guilty,” Bridget happily admitted.

They gave each other another hug, and kisses on the others cheek.

“Good luck,” Bridget offered.

“You too, sister. I'll see you for dinner?”

“I'll be there.”

Autumn turned and left the range.

The walk back to her room was uneventful, yet Autumn felt a degree of anxiousness about what was coming. The House's slaves were busying themselves with the various tasks and chores. Half a dozen naked young women, shackled and connected on a chain coffle, worked to polish every last inch of the immaculate wooden hand rail on the grand staircase under the expert whip of Mistress Evangeline, the House's psychologist and linguist. She stood with proud bearing in her black, latex dress, poised perfectly upon massive, candy apple red heels. She turned her head ever so slightly to Autumn and gave her a subtle wink and smile.

One of the slaves sat back on her heels for a moment and was rewarded with a sharp kiss of another stripe across her back from Mistress Evangeline's whip.

“You stop when I tell you to stop, is that clear, you lazy girl?” she demanded in that slight French accent of hers.

“Yes Mistress!” the girl cried, adding more tears to her already streaked cheeks. She redoubled her efforts, buffing the wood to a shine.

“The task is everything, for you there is nothing else. You will focus on your duties! You do not matter, your comfort, your fatigue, your whining does not matter! Only the task that is appointed to you, do you understand girls?”

“Yes Mistress!” the chorus cried.

“Good, then I will stand here and remind you of that until your work is finished. And then, I'll find something else for you all to do, you lazy little cunts!” She then added a number of stokes to the rest of the girls, just to drive her point home.

Autumn smiled and continued on. Her Master believed that punishments should encompass three ideals; they should be memorable, they should fit the crime, and they should absolutely make the slave so miserable that they never repeat the offense. From her own experiences, Autumn knew that those six girls would not be caught dead slacking in their duties again. She also knew that their day was far from over.

Autumn returned to her room to await her debriefing. A twinge of excitement gripped her and she decided to read to help distract her from the thought. Her Master allowed her a small private collection of literature to be kept in her room. The titles were mostly classical literature, some poetry, even some treatises on society and culture. Beyond that were the classical sexual works such as the Marquise DeSade, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, and even a touch of John Norman and a more modern addition of Anne Roquelaure.

She perused her collection a bit before settling on Shakespearean prose. Tome in hand, she climbed onto her sun warmed bed, fluffed the pillow, and settled in for a nice read. Before long, she was whisked away to the beaches of Venice, drawn into the complicated and subtle plotting of Iago as he coveted Othello's position of rank.

Abruptly, there was a knock on Autumn's door. Excitedly she abandoned the book, jumped to her feet and rushed to the door. An Operative's room was considered a private space, only the Operative and their specific Owner could enter.

Autumn opened the door, revealing Training Master Phillip on the other side.

“It's time, Autumn. Come with me please.”

“Yes sir,” she said, closing her door behind her as she obediently followed him down the hall. She could not help but walk with light, nervous steps. Debriefings always felt like being sent to the principal's office back in school. Something to do with the ceremony of it all, she supposed.

Master Phillip took her down the long set of stairs to the training sub floors. The feel was different down here, every bit the dark dungeon feel glamorized by popular culture. Stone walls, iron gates, chains hanging everywhere. It was psychological of course, intended to break the slaves down mentally. It was decidedly difficult to shake most people to their very core in a cheery, sun lit, pastel colored room.

Autumn could hear movement in the pens down the hall, the scraping of metal restraints against stone floors and the like. She wasn't sure if they were inductees or just slaves being punished. Not even the Operatives of the House were privy to the slave intake and training process. Usually, inductees wouldn't be allowed any contact save for Master Phillip and a few other House members until their training was complete.

Master Phillip took her gently by the arm and lead her into the debriefing room at the far end of the hall. It was something of a joke really, calling it the debriefing room. It served many purposes, primarily training, specifically psychological reconditioning utilizing visual stimulus and electrical feedback or as the slave's called, the Clockwork Orange room.

Every slave of the house, Operatives included, was intimately familiar with this room. That is, of course what made it so damned effective for today's purpose. The very sight of the bare metal chair bolted to the cold stone floor in the center of the room brought a flood of familiar feelings and suppressed torments. Autumn felt a shiver course through her as Master Phillip pushed her through the doorway.

Across from the chair on the far wall hung the familiar massive monitor used to inundate the captive slave with a barrage of imagery, or in today's case, to review the video capture from the camera ring. Below that, at a long, intimidating wooden desk sat the review panel. A thrill rushed through her as she saw her Master sitting in the center between an empty chair to his right and Mistress Evangeline on his left. She even thought she saw a hint of a smile as he looked up at her.

Master Phillip lead Autumn beside the metal chair. Thick leather straps hung from various points of its frame, hungry for her limbs.

“Remove your clothes,” he said, his voice taking the hardened tone of the Head Trainer of the House. She complied instantly, her eyes wandering to her Master as she slipped the straps of the black dress free from her shoulders. She watched his eyes as they followed the dress sliding down her flesh to fall to her feet. Now naked, she stepped free and bent to pluck the dress off the floor, quickly folded and placed it at the foot of the chair.

“Hop on up, Autumn,” Master Phillip said, patting the seat.

“Yes sir,” she said, climbing into the chair with practiced ease.

The cold metal raised goosebumps over her flesh and she suppressed a small squeal as she settled in. Obediently, she placed her hands along the arm rests and her feet into the guides.

Master Phillip stepped beside her and began strapping her in. His expert fingers wrapping the leather restraints around her wrist, guiding it through the metal buckle, and pulling it to a gentle tightness. He continued up her arms, along her chest, and down her legs to her ankles. Finally, he buckled one more strap across her forehead, holding her head facing forward. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her growing excitement as he finished. However, held immobile and helpless under the scrutiny of her Owner and former trainers, deep breathing did little to slow her pounding heart.

Master Phillip then began placing a number of electrodes on tender areas of her body; on the breasts, inner thighs and stomach. He did a final check on the wires, gave her a cruel smile and a pat on the thigh before heading back to his seat behind the desk.

Autumn tugged at the restraints holding her to the chair, testing their give. There was, of course, very little. A sudden jolt shot through her, ceasing her chest and stealing her breath. She gasped and twitched uselessly against her bonds.

“Well, the electrodes are working just fine, I think we're ready,” Master Phillip said, his finger still poised on the shock button.

“Thank you Phillip,” Master Cross said. “Evangeline?”

“We are ready, Head Master,” she said, double checking her equipment. Being the head of psychological wellness for the House, it was her job to evaluate the Operative and ensure a number of factors including docility and honesty.

Master Cross nodded.

“Very well, let us begin. Phillip, would you play back the ring capture.”

“Certainly.” Master Phillip typed something in on the computer before him and the monitor above them blinked on, displaying a closeup of Autumn's face. It was a little disturbing to see first thing, but then the image changed as her hand moved.

They watched quietly through the whole video capture once, no one commented. It was disorientating, having the image shift around so often and so randomly. A downfall of hiding the camera in a ring, she felt. Also, she realized that she had fiddled with the ring far too often as her fingers would block out the image for several moments at a time. Nothing like being on the big screen to make you overly self conscious, she mused.

Finally, they came to the part where she picked up the ring from the floor and left Kyle Porter to his well deserved fate. A moment later the feed went dark.

“Well,” Master Phillip started, “it looks like a delightful evening overall.”

Autumn couldn't help but smile.

“Yes, someone certainly enjoyed themselves,” Mistress Evangeline added. “A little champagne, a little sport, and satisfaction in the bedroom. What could be better, no?”

“Very well done girl,” her Master said. “Definitely a success, I would say.”

The others nodded in agreement.

“Now, lets break it down. Master Phillip, anything you'd like to point out?”

Master Phillip thought for a moment, his finger playing absentmindedly on the shock button. Autumn found herself staring anxiously at his hand as he thought.

“Let me ask, how did you feel when he started getting physical?”

“Fine sir. I did not feel overly threatened or frightened. Truthfully it felt good, like when an opponent in a game of chess falls into your trap. When we were alone, I knew I had him.”

“Okay,” he said, “Anything else?”

Autumn thought for a moment. “I do have to say that I got a little indignant when he spanked my ass. That tripped me up a little.”

“Good girl,” he said, smiling broadly. “I had noticed that momentary pause in the play back. I wondered if you consciously recognized it.”

He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. Autumn let out a small breath of relief as his finger abandoned the button.

“Autumn, you sweet girl,” Mistress Evangeline said, “I have to say that you did an excellent job at drawing Mr. Porter in. A great example of remaining in total control while seeming to be powerless. My compliments.”

“Thank you, ma'am,” Autumn said, a slight blush warming her cheeks.

“You seemed to fidget with the ring quite a bit, I noticed,” she said. Autumn twitched at the recognition. “Were you nervous, girl?”

“No ma'am, I didn't feel nervous,” she said confidently, “I just found the ring to be... unfamiliar. Something I held in common with my cover identity, Melanie.”

Mistress Evangeline nodded thoughtfully, typing at her keyboard. She then leaned over and whispered something into Master Cross' ear. He smiled.

Her Master spoke next.

“Tell me, my slave, how do you feel about Mr. Porter?”

Autumn's brow furrowed, or as well as it could under the tight strap. Her Master always had a knack for asking questions that gave her pause.

“I'm not sure, Master. If I may ask, what do you mean, feel?”

“How do you feel about him?” he reiterated.

Autumn sighed, pondering Kyle.

“I suppose I feel he was pathetic, Master. Not worthy of being a part of the Society, or any society really. A part from that, I don't feel anything for him.”

Master cross leaned forward, resting his lips on interlaced fingers as he considered her answer.

“Do you resent him?”

“No Master.”

“Do you pity him?”

“No Master.”

Her Master sat back in his seat, looking to his fellow panel members. They whispered among themselves for a moment, Mistress Evangeline referring to her equipment frequently.

Autumn shifted nervously, or tried to. Her attempt made the leather restraints creak, which only served to further fuel her anxiousness.

Her Master sat forward once again and asked, “Autumn, how do you feel about the female members that Mr. Porter victimized?”

Again her brow furrowed. She honestly didn't know what to think about them. She supposed pity would be the appropriate answer. Though, being a slave and having no right to her own sexuality, she couldn't really bring herself to empathize. She knew it was wrong for him, or anyone, to do what he did, but really that was only because the Society rules forbade it. She still felt that Kyle was rather pathetic, but really it was because he attacked meek inductees and had to rely on alcohol to subvert them. He didn't have the strength to dominate outright, so he raped.

It wasn't a moral issue for her. But then, she supposed morality didn't play a big part in being a slave. That thought made her chuckle.

“Something amusing?” Master Phillip asked pointedly.

“No sir. I was just thinking that morality doesn't mean much to someone who is owned, sir.”

A crooked smile spread across Master Phillip's face.

“No, I don't suppose it does.”

“Please answer the question, Autumn,” her Master said, his voice smooth and calm.

“I don't know how I feel about them, Master. I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to feel about them. I feel sorry for Tanya Peters, that she is in a coma. Other than that...” she said, trying to shrug.

Master Cross looked over to Mistress Evangeline, who nodded.

“Thank you for being honest, Autumn,” her Master said. The three of them leaned back and conferred once more. After a long moment they leaned forward to address her.

“Well, Autumn, it is the determination of this review panel that this mission was a resounding success. Your conduct, as well as your responses here, are in keeping with the highest standards of conduct for an Operative of the House Obsidian. Excellent work, slave.”

A warm pride filled Autumn's heart, as it always did in hearing those words. She lived to please her Owner and to have he and her former trainers express their satisfaction... Words could not express how wonderful it made her feel.

“Thank you Master! Thank you trainers.”

Her Master smiled as the three of them began tidying up. Master Phillip started to rise to come and release Autumn, but her Master put a hand on his arm.

“I'll get her, thank you Phillip.”

Master Phillip smiled knowingly.

“Of course, Head Master.”

He and Mistress Evangeline gathered their equipment, nodded to Master Cross, and took their leave. They both gave a final parting smile to Autumn before they slipped through the door. Master Phillip, pulled the heavy metal door closed behind him. It latched shut with an ominous click.

Autumn looked to her Master. He stared warmly back.

“I have to say, my slave, that I am very pleased with you. You performed admirably.”

She blushed openly.

“Thank you Master.”

He rose from his chair and came around the desk. Slowly he drew near, each step brought her to the realization that she desperately desired to touch him. He stepped in front of her, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair and brought his face close to hers. His hot breath washed over her face and neck, an almost electric sensation that elicited goosebumps over her flesh. She moaned, pulling at her restraints. He was so close to her, agonizingly close but still out of reach. He just stood there, his eyes locked with hers, maintaining the painful vacuum between them.

“My sweet girl,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “I am so very proud of you.”

Autumn's heart swelled. A lump developed in her throat and she felt tears coming to her eyes.

“Thank you Master,” she said.

A warm smile spread over his face and the leaned in closer, his lips merely an inch away. Autumn strained against the straps, desperate to kiss him. Yet the restraints held firm.

“So often you exceed the expectations of myself and the other members.” His breath was hot on her pursed lips. She quivered.

“I try hard to please you, Master. To make you proud of me.”

“Oh and you do,” he said, growing closer. His lips just brushed hers when he suddenly pulled away. He spun on his heels and walked briskly back to the desk. She groaned, catching herself in a pout. A chill descended upon her in the absence of his warmth and she shivered.

“You so often perform so well that we never really have any need to do this,” he said, unceremoniously jabbing his finger down on the shock button.

Autumn's chest seized, stealing her breath in a surprised scream. Electricity shot into her through the pads on her breasts, thighs, and stomach. She shuddered in the straps, held firmly for the extent of her torment. Finally his finger relented and she gasped.

Her Master smiled, his eyes locked with hers. It was a cold look, uncaring and unsympathetic, the stare of a sadist enjoying her agony. It was that look that really made her heart race. Her attention shifted to his hand as it began a slow descent back to the button. She caught herself involuntarily shaking her head. His smile broadened.

“I spoke with Master Augustine earlier. He mentioned something about how you told him he was a victim of his own success.”

Autumn cringed, he did say he was going to speak to her Master. She just didn't expect it to be so soon. She watched as her Master's finger began tracing little circles around the edge of the button.

“He asked if I would give you the chance to express to him later how it feels to be a victim of your successes. What could I say?”

He pressed the button. Autumn went rigid with a groan. Master Cross held the button down for several long moments, enjoying the sight of her shudder, straining as tears began running down her cheeks. Finally he let off the button, cutting the flow. Autumn collapsed, as much as she could, gasping deeply.

“Thank... thank you... Master,” she managed between raspy gasps.

He came around from behind the desk again, stepping in front of her. Sweat had begun to bead on her flesh from the straining muscles and in the cool air of the room washing over her made her shiver. She moaned, more from the excitement building within her from her torments than from the torments themselves.

Her Master reached his hand out, fingertips brushing her tear streaked cheek as he cupped the side of her face. She melted at the touch.

“My girl,” he said with such satisfaction filling his voice.

His hand then traveled slowly over the strap across her throat, down her chest, around her breasts, down her stomach, until at long last his fingers settled in between her thighs. She moaned at the touch, unable to bring her hips forward into his hand, his grip.

Slowly, gently his fingers made small circles around her stiffened clitoris, eliciting whimpers of desperate desire. He smiled, leaning in to give her the kiss she longed for, their lips locking in a hungry embrace, their tongues dancing. She felt her self growing close, hell she had been there since Master Phillip strapped her in the chair. Her body took over, using what little latitude it managed to grind into her Master's hand. Her breathing was growing heavy again, sucking in gulps of air as he Master's tongue raped her mouth.

Just then, his touch vanished and the burn of electricity shot through her again. She screamed, out of anger and pain. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, to see him standing there in front of her as she suffered. It would send her over the edge, an edge she was forbidden without permission. She sat there instead, a shuddering mass.

Just as suddenly as it had come, the voltage abandoned her and her Master was back. His eager hand slamming into her as his hungry mouth met hers. Again and again her tormenters traded places, taking her well beyond any rational sense and filling her only with a powerful desire for it to never end. At some point she realized that someone was screeching, begging pitifully for permission to be allowed to cum. God, she thought, I wish someone would shut that bitch up!

Then she realized that it was her begging, a moment before he finally consented. She erupted into a shuddering, straining, screaming orgasm so intense she couldn't be sure he hadn't zapped her again. She clawed at the metal frame with her fingernails, her toes curled till they almost touched the bottoms of her feet. The restraints held firm as her body attempted to tear itself apart. She vaguely remembered feeling something warm and wet spray all over her inner thighs. Then everything went black.

“Good girl...” his words echoed in her ears, chasing her into nothingness.

Day Eleven of Thirty...

2010-12-07T15:55:00.004-07:00

Day 11: What are your views on the ethics of kink?

In answering this question, I clicked on the link and was taken to Rayne's post on Eden Cafe. It helped to clarify exactly what this question entails. I'd recommend checking it out.

The ethics of kink, in my mind, are largely tied into two principles; consent and acceptance.

The basic principle that separates kinky relationships from the inhuman acts of despotic leaders and the vilified kinksters in popular media is consent. For instance, the American government was, and may still be, in hot water with human rights groups over the treatment of prisoners, specifically waterboarding. Well, I waterboard jenpet; I love it, she loves it. The act is the same, the intent is even the same, torture. The only difference is that when I do it to her, it is a consensual act between two consenting adults. Amnesty International need not involve themselves.

The other side of that coin, because I view them to be tied together, is acceptance. This has as much to do with the community at large as it does the individual relationship. We are all looking for some level of acceptance. Finding a partner that accepts your interests, you kinks is the bane of many vanilla based relationships. Within the community, and FetLife is an excellent example, we list our kinks, our wants, our experiences. We look for recognition and acceptance through comments, friend requests, wall to wall messages, etc. Along with acceptance, or more appropriately from acceptance, we look for those who share our interests and come together in groups on the subject were we comment, debate, etc.

That said, I'm going to focus on my views of the ethics regarding individual relationships.

Personally, I feel that the relationship between consenting adults is primary, above any relationship of an individual and the state, the community, or even the church. In today's society it is far too common for the law to involve itself preemptively in matters concerning consenting adults, whether there is a complaint or not. For example, how many times have we heard about domestic violence charges being brought against consenting kinksters, despite the fact that neither partner issued a complaint?

Even within our community, there are individuals who condemn others for interest in kinks that they don't personally agree with. Just the other day I read a posting about a woman who is married but her husband is willing, and even active in helping her, to find a separate owner within the community. I'm not sure to what level this ownership would extend, but I'm under the impression it includes tattooing a mark of ownership and may even include a semi live-in component.

Sadly there was a FetLife member who bitched her out for this, according to the girl he called her unsavory things and said something akin to she was a cheating whore and dishonored her husband or something like that. To me, that is unacceptable. What does it have anything to do with him if both she and her husband are consenting to this happening? I don't personally understand how a husband, and a kinky dom in his own right, would be willing to allow someone else to own his wife. However, my inability to understand has no baring on their situation and it does not give me, or any one else, the right to condemn them for it, free speech not withstanding.

So, again, I feel there is a primary... sanctity almost, of adult consenting relationships that supersedes legal and societal moral authority. Now, within the blanket of adult consenting relationships there are many types, i.e. monogamous, poly, SSC, RACK, open, M/s, D/s, O/p, the list goes on and on.

For our part, we are poly friendly, RACK, O/p with M/s overtones. What does this mean?

Well, first we play RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink), meaning that we evaluate the risks associated with, say breath play, take steps to limit the potential danger, and do it anyway. My personal view of the correlation between SSC (Safe Sane and Consensual) and RACK is this: I believe that any kink relationship between partners who are not intimately familiar with each other through and through should adhere to SSC. It is an excellent practice for the new, the casual player, and occasional play partners. As such I view it as the primary practice.

Once the partners become more familiar, more comfortable, more willing to explore and push boundaries, and/or feel comfortable with moving outside the realm of SSC, that is where RACK comes in. I view it as the evolution of play between lifetime partners, heavy players, and O/p style. However it is not for everyone, nor does it have to be. Jay Wiseman, an almost legend within the BDSM community, is an avid supporter of SSC and focuses his lessons on its tenants almost exclusively, to my knowledge. I am a fan of Jay Wiseman and have no qualms with his issues regarding those who play RACK.

Next, we are poly friendly, meaning that we are not currently in a polyamorous relationship but I'm hoping to be. We are actively searching for a submissive female to include in our play and hopefully, eventually our dynamic in a more long term sense. We are in a semi open relationship, looking for female play partners and in some cases couples to play with, and we are always looking for friends within the community. The ethics that govern poly relationships are obviously different than those that dictate monogamous, or even strictly open relationships. Trust, communication, openness, transparency, and a huge heaping of selflessness go into that.

We are O/p (Owner/property) with M/s (Master/slave) overtones. First let me say that the semantics of this give me a chuckle on occasion. I view M/s to be a component of O/p, that is a slave is an individual owned by the Master. Strict O/p covers any situation in which an individual is owned by another, whether it be simply ownership, involve some kind of animal play such as kitty, puppy, or pony play, M/s, or whatever definition the individuals consider themselves. I view jenpet as my slave property, an owned individual devoid of all rights and completely subject to the rule and whims of me, the Master.

A large part of the ethics that governs our O/p relationship is the concept of consensual non-consent. This is where the concept of RACK really comes into play. Consensual non-consent means that jenpet, when she accepted the my collar signifying my complete ownership of her whole being, gave her consent to any and all actions that I would partake of, involve her in, subject her to, etc, for the term of the ownership which for us happens to be for life. Despite whether it might terrify the hell out of her or whether she just has no interest in doing it, she already agreed to the potential of it happening so she's going to do it. she has no right to refuse, renege, or run like hell from anything, period. This does not, of course, prevent her from trying on occasion, it just means she has no right. There are many who prescribe to this and many who don't. In my experience, amusingly, those who do are mostly O/p themselves. Go figure;)

A consensual non-consent, in my mind, is an extreme within the community and one that requires years of bonding (not just bondage;), communication, exploration, familiarity, and trust. If done right out of the gate it can cause a lot of problems, but does in some rare circumstances work. There is nothing wrong, in my mind, with developing a new relationship with the eventual goal of O/p and C/n-C, but the ground work must be laid before that level can really be attained.

Now, all that being said, how does all of this fit into modern society at large? Not well, sadly. In our society, there is such an emphasis upon personal freedoms and liberties (despite my personal view that these things are being constantly subverted on a political level every day) that the masses can't seem to understand the notion that some people actually want to be owned, slaves, or masochistic pain sluts. The news media is quick to label such people as sick, perverted, abusive monsters, etc. The recent case in Nebraska is an excellent example of this (for those of you who have been following it on the news or in the BDSM and the Law group on FetLife).

Even in modern mental health, counselors are trained to combat imbalanced power dynamics, both in their professional relationships as well as their client's personal relationships. Power exchange is the focus of BDSM relationships and, from personal experience, most counselors look down upon it. There is a ray of hope, however, the field of psychology is beginning to make allowances for what they consider to be deviations of normal healthy behaviors. They are advocating treating only those deviant behaviors that cause distress, though the definition of distress and how it affects both the individual and those around them is still open to interpretation.

The ethics that govern the world of BDSM, our world, can be hard for those outside to understand. Like the attitudes of someone who has never been victimized toward those who have, it is easy to pass judgments from a platform of ignorance than one of understanding or personal experience. Which is what frustrates me so when it comes to hecklers and naysayers within our own community. Intolerance from those seeking tolerance is just ridiculous. But maybe that is just me.

Well, there it is, the long and longer of it. If there are any questions about my views on the matter, or something that I may have overlooked, please feel free to comment...

Day Ten of Thirty...

2010-12-06T00:52:00.002-07:00

Day Ten: What are your hard limits?

Well, now we're getting the meat of the matter. Hard limits. Hmmm. This is a bit trickier then it sounds. I like to think of myself as open minded and open to new things. However I suppose we all have some things that just don't work for us, or at least turn us on.

Lets start with the obvious stuff. There are the usual topics, necro, beastiality, anything having to do with the corruption of innocence (especially children), those sorts of things. I'm interested in things that might trigger the fear of death, but not in the death of my partner (a fun little paradoxical part of being an edge player). Also in line with death would be dismemberment, no thank you. I'm interested in the humiliation and dehumanization of my slave, but not in crossing or having her cross the species barrier. And as for kids, I say leave them alone. They'll have the chance to discover all of this stuff later. There is a reason why the legal limit is eighteen. Once they cross the legal line, they are fair game of course, but not before that.

Apart from those things, I can't think of too many things that I would consider hard limits. There are a number of things that I have no real taste for and can't, right now, imagine myself doing. Such as anything having to do with balloon fetishes, I despise balloons and cannot imagine them as actually having a sexual connotation for me.

Here is a paradoxical one for you, I like knife play including cutting and even have some interest in getting jenpet's tender bits pierced, but I have no interest in needle play. Or for that matter hook suspensions.

Another good example of something I find very unsavory would be ass-to-mouth or ass-to-cunt; despite my intense interest in claiming her tail pipe, I cannot see myself as willing to risk the bacterial cross contamination. Along with that I would have to add an intense dislike of scat play or the ingesting of fecal matter. I'm a bit of a germaphobe and that notion makes me a bit ill.

We've dabbled a bit into vampiric drinking of blood before, yet the notion of ingesting her flesh makes me a bit unsettled so I'll have to put that in the extremely unlikely category (trust me, I've heard of it being done).

Apart from all of that, I can't think of much else that I would not at least be willing to try once or twice...

One Week To Go...

2010-12-05T15:02:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow begins the last week of this semester and this coming weekend the beginning of our long break together. I have such grand plans for our time together. I've mentioned my plans for her anal training and the time she'll spend sequestered away in the cage. I'm hoping for many more photo set opportunities, including a notion I have on a tight hogtie/oral rape session. Should be hot!

Sadly, the long hours of homework have taken their toll, on us as well as the house. I'm looking forward to the chores being completed. I have to also mention how proud I am of her. It is no small task, being sent back to school with a working spouse and a young child at home. The pure lack of sleep has made a noticeable impact on her. And yet, despite it all I have had to deal with very little attitude or resistance. Sure her house duties have been shirked a bit, but mostly in the name of homework. Since I insisted upon her returning, the time she dedicates to her studies is also time that she is working hard for me. I can certainly accept that.

Not only that, but I am also proud of her because she has made such an impact on her fellow students and even a number of her instructors. They have become so enamored with her that they have nominated her for special scholarships, selected her for programs, and even hand picked her for a very impressive work study job this next semester that will go a long way to alleviating some of the financial woes of this past year. All and all, a pretty awesome statement.

The other day she was telling me that she feels her popularity among the faculty is largely due to changes she's undergone as my property. Pure flattery, I told her. Yet she persisted, expressing how during her previous attempt at college (a success by all rights, yet just a couple of credits short of graduation) she was far less favored by her instructors. She believed herself to be abrasively opinionated and that having been enslaved for eleven years has taught her to become more diplomatic. I couldn't argue. I'm just glad to see that the years of effort to reign in her wild tongue have not been in vain:P.

Though I am very much looking forward to the end of her degree program, I cannot help but feel pride at her accomplishments. Especially considering she does it all to please me...