Ass Kicker...

So, I have had a great deal of fun with my precious little slave girl as of late. Midday fucks, rigorous bondage, face slapping, ass smacking, nipple twisting good times. Emotionally she has been feeling a bit under the weather given some up coming changes due soon, and what better time for pushing her to her breaking point?

Nothing quite as wild as binding down a seething, growling, messy haired cunt and reminding her that she is nothing but a worthless piece of property, a toy for my amusement, a bitch in my bed, and a slave in my collar while ramming my cock deep into her exposed pussy. I honestly couldn't tell you which was louder, the angry growls or grunts of pleasure, or even her begging like a proper slut to cum all over my cock.

Like I said, fun times. It is also quite a treat to hear her, while panting for breath, thanking me between moist kisses upon my feet for using her and putting her in her place.

Today though, I discovered something that I fully intend to use to full effect starting immediately. I have always had a struggle on my hands when it comes to spanking my pet girl. I know first hand how much of a pain slut she can be, but when it comes to bare handed spankings, she whines and flops like I'm caning her. Now, she has gotten much better at being able to take a caning, whipping, paddling, etc. on her back side over the last little bit, but spanking just doesn't hit quite right. Not to say that I intend to stop as I enjoy it way too much.

So, today, after a wonderful midday fuck, I sent my darling slave into the bathroom for a shower. Being the smart ass that she is, she began splashing me with water. I can't have that, so I decided to boot her butt. A couple of quick snap kicks to her ass and she nearly came. So, the truth comes out. She can't take the snappy little stings that come from spankings or even paddling, but she can take the full brunt of my foot across her ass like a pro! Oh ho!

I've kicked her in the butt before, a quick boot here or there to get her moving, or to correct her when I don't have my hands free. But this is on a completely different level, and never have I been so harsh about it. Now that I know just how much she can take and how directly an ass kicking effects those sweet spots deep inside, oh yes I'm going to be kicking her ass a lot!

So now our dear dear readers, I can clearly envision the scene. My slave bound to a cross. On a near by table lay the implements of torture familiar to all of us; whips, crops, canes, paddles, oh my. And there, in the heat of the moment, with her helpless and exposed in front of all of those people I literally kick her ass. Snapping the top of my foot fast and hard against her plump rounds. All watching as she shudders and quakes, quickly driven to orgasm after orgasm. Her blazing
red ass, radiating heat even at a distance as she dangles from her shackles, panting and whimpering.

Expect video and picture updates about this one, because hey, how often can any of us say that we get to literally kick the shit out of our slaves? I love it!

Black and Purple is Pretty

As i had mentioned before, for most of the years that Master and i have been together there has only been one flogger in the house. Its falls are light, with smooth leather on one side, and it has a stingy sort of impact.

i almost always complain about how stingy it is, because i adore more thuddy impacts.

Recently, Autumn & Co. had a fantastic discount on bondage gear: 40 percent off! (i hope some of you kinky folk out there had the opportunity to pick up some kinky staples!) How could Master and i continue to drool over one of her beautiful suede floggers when it was almost half price? The answer was, we couldn't. While i left the office to take care of some things, Master proceeded to order the flogger... When i asked what colors He had chosen, he wouldn't tell me. i knew it would be black, but what else?

We waited, impatiently, checking the mailbox every day, sometimes twice a day, excited for it's arrival. After a short week (seven agonizing days) a small box arrived in the mail. The box was very small. Master was concerned that it wasn't full sized...but when He had the opportunity to open the very small box, he found the flogger, carefully tucked into the small space, nestled in pretty tissue paper, with the packing slip and Autumn's business card (which Master collects).

Eventually, He asked if i would like to see it, and i don't know how i contained myself. Internally, i felt that i was bouncing off the walls, and being invited to see the flogger and Master's mysterious color choice was exciting.

It is so pretty...As i believe you would have guessed from the title of this entry, Master selected black and purple, and it is gorgeous. And it is beautifully thuddy! Of course, with tips, it carries a deeper sting, which is quite different from our first flogger which has a light, cutting kind of sting.

i can't wait for a full-fledged flogging with the pretty new addition to our kink closet!

Of marks and breasts

Over a week ago, Master and i had the opportunity to do some playing, and Master thought some of my girlie-bits could use some tenderizing. To my horror, He retrieved a wooden spoon from the drawer. i don't know what it is about wood, but it makes me cringe, so i asked if He would be willing to use the evil white plastic spoon instead.

He consented, and proceeded to assault my breasts with the wicked plastic spoon. And i totally loved it. Eventually He began to fuck me while His wrist flipped that evil spoon against all the oh-so-sensitive flesh of my breasts. i think i cried. i know i begged.

Even though i heard myself begging Him to stop, i knew He wouldn't, and i knew i didn't really want Him to stop, anyway. The begging was soft and breathless...it sounded pliable to my own ears, and i knew He'd push me through the pain. He pushed, and soon, i wasn't begging for Him to stop, i was begging His permission to cum... i don't know how many times He pushed me over that edge, but it was amazing. When i wasn't begging to cum, those soft pleading noises were still pouring out of me, but i was living in the pain, and it was beautiful and bright.

After, we were able to see that His handiwork was going to remain visible ─ there were lovely contusions protruding from the mounds of my breasts and a few other stray angry marks of flesh.

He was pleased that He'd pushed me through the begging ─ and i can say that i was pleased because He was, and for my own reasons, dwelling in the afterglow of a heavy scene.

Two days after that lovely scene, after a quick round of afternoon sex, i suggested we steal a little more time and repeat the scene, perhaps adding some breast bondage into the mix. Master moved like the Tasmanian devil to prepare the scene.

However, despite my new-found appreciation for the evil white spoon, it was* missing...and Master chose a tiny wooden rod in its place. The difference in sensation was amazing. The second scene was also beautifully intense. Because of it's differences and because of the bruising that was already present, i never felt that i was able to sink into the moment as fully as i had the first time. But it was fantastic. When Master tired of flipping the tiny little wooden rod at me, He alternated between pressing my breasts against His broad chest and slapping them...

Again, both of us were pleased, the sadist sated and the masochist satisfied. And the marks left by the second round delighted me as much as the first. To see pictures taken of the marks after the beatings, you can head over to FetLife, and check out my profile or Master's.

Master keeps trying to find the time to treat my hind end similarly. (shiver) When that happens, i'll let you know!

* Unfortunately, as i write this post, the spoon is still missing. Don't tell my Master, but i has a sad because the white plastic spoon is gone.

Brief

Because i would feel guilty if you didn't know:

Autumn & Co. is having a fantastic discount on bondage gear: 40 percent off! In some cases, i've seen goodies on her site that are about 60 percent off!

Sigh and drool!