Pink Ribbon of Doom!...

Well, I had intended to discuss a number of fun things we experienced this passed weekend. However, it would seem that doing so might bring us to financial ruin. Alas. I do want to say we had an awesome time!


So instead, I'll talk about our return home last night. I spent some time unpacking the heavy load of toys and implements I had brought with me. Last year we had quite the surplus of spending cash for the shops, though this year we were drastically limited due to the recent move. However we did have a little cash to spend and found few things I just couldn't live without.


While unpacking, I came across this 1.5" thick strip of pink ribbon that I have had for years but never really utilized. I stuffed it into my pocket and finished returning my toys to their home. We live quite close to a good friend or ours and I knew that he was going to come over for a brief visit to discuss the weekend. In fact, he arrived before I had completed unpacking and I allowed the girl to mooch a cigarette from him while I finished (remind me to explain the girl's restriction on smoking at some point).

My friends, allow me to sum up the last few months in a single phrase: Holy Crap Nuggets! There, that about sums it up. So much has happened it is hard to recount it all, so perhaps a vague synopsis will do.


First, the girl graduated college, and thanks to a wild all nighter with a finicky four year old the eve of graduation day, I have hazy memories of the whole thing. Fortunately I also brought my camera to the event so I have pictures to punctuate the haze of my memories, and a video of her graduate class speech.




I am very proud of her, and was very pleased when she returned home after the festivities to fall to her knees and offer me her diploma. The girl earned Magda-Cum-Laud, honor society member, and the respect of her peers and teachers. Most importantly, she pleased her Owner. I had hoped that after years of living through a difficult, conflicting schedule and the constant stress of homework we would now have a chance to more fully enjoy our lifestyle. In some ways we have, though not nearly as much as we both have hoped. 

Clash of the Titantically Stressed...

So yes, as we have stated a whole lot recently, it seems our lives are drowning in a sea of stress. A brief synopsis of our situation: an insomniac 4 year old, conflicting schedules (she with the early morning and I with the late nights), work stress, end of the school year and impending graduation, 1.5 months to the big move and still have yet to pin down a place to move to, changing careers and praying it holds, no real chances to play, and the ever present finances. Crazy, I know.


The worst thing we could do would be to turn on each other, and yet it seems inevitable that when people get super stressed they do just that. The girl got herself in some hot water the other day, mouthing off at the most opportune of times: right when I have to go out the door to my accursed job. Needless to say, regardless of the specifics of her tirade, I was in a cranky zone. Which was cemented in place by my very presence at work. For hours I mulled it over in my mind, dissecting every word of what she had said. Like trying to remove a catalyst from a solution during an explosive reaction, I tried and tried to separate the volatile emotions from the underlying cause of her rant. Why would she feel this way, what was making her say all of this? How could she be condemning me over things she had just paid me great compliment on the week before?


When I returned home, I was still livid with her but had a better grasp over the causes and the first rays of understanding started poking through the tempest of my displeasure. The girl apologized profusely and asked if I were willing to discuss the whole affair with her. I refused, knowing that I was still too angry for it to become anything other than a shouting match. I was tempted to chain her to the foot of the bed for the whole night with not but a foot of chain ensuring an uncomfortable and sleepless night, but then she had school the next morning and once again those obligations seemed to supersede my own desires. So I swiftly sent her to bed, tucked her in in my usual fashion albeit a bit cooler in temperament, and left her to cry herself to sleep.

A Little Anal...

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...

So Much Improved...

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.

The Rapture Weekend Wrap Up...

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 ;).

Finally!

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.

New Toys and Eager Thoughts...

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;)

Spring is in the Air...

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...

Slap Happy...

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.

Libertating...

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.

Misfire...

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.

Whip it... Whip it Good...

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Beyond Words... Again...

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).

Coming Soon...

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Naked Plumber to the Rescue...

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.

Now Reviewing for BabeLand.com!

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Dacryphilia Vs Drama...

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.

Beyond Words...

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Anal Plans Updated...

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 :)...