Wake Up and Breathe:

(Warning: Breath Play. We practice Risk Aware Consentual Kink, and Master is CPR certified.)

i never sleep very well, or very long. My record for sleeping in in the last five years (that includes time before my pregnancy) is probably 8.5 hours -- my average is probably about 5.5 or 6. So even everything that came before that lovely morning in the hotel couldn't get me to "sleep in."

Waking up still bound and laying close to my Master felt absolutely wonderful though -- as if i do live a charmed life. Well...i belong to a man who knows the color and tint of my soul, who understands my drives and desires at least as well as i do, if not better...i do live a charmed life. But that morning, i really felt it.

And i moved against Him, kissing His bare shoulder, His lightly freckled skin at the base of His neck, and the beast in Him was awakened. He rolled over me, and possessed me in every way He is able. Gasping from the sorenesses all over my body, from the joy and pleasure of Him using me, the pain of new impacts.

Master paused for a moment and leaned over the edge of the bed to grab something. It crinkled. And even before i saw it, i begged, i whimpered...

But it is not my choice to stop, and it is Master's price for the occasional cigarettes He allows me to have. And all debts must be paid. The plastic goes over my head and i can feel it drive His excitement through His cock in me, and i hate it already. i hate the heat of it, my breath making the bag too warm. In just moments, before He even closes it, it is already too warm for the air to feel fresh. But that morning...that morning there was also rope to close the bag. Panic took hold of my body, and yet the rhythm of Him rocking in me, with me, kept me from doing more than clawing at His shoulder. His blood under my nails, and then air, real air, to breathe, cool, and full of the scent of us...and then the stuffy, hot, plastic...again...and His need driven ever closer to the edge.

And then we're over the edge.

A few more moments, breathing together, sticking together and listening to our hearts race before we had to think about returning to the mundane, before giving up the simple, lusted after Owner and property to the more complex roles of our life...

And it was worth it...We were refreshed.

No More Talking:

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Video: slave and Sadist out of sync...

So, i was trying to be semi-regular about my videoblog posts, but then i ran into a bunch of bricks... And somehow, i think there's a joke in there about the bricks saying something...but...meh.

Anywho. This rather rambly videoblog is about my likes and dislikes, and how it's okay that Master has likes that i don't like, won't like, and keeps doing. Hope you enjoy my rambles!

(You can also watch this video at blip.tv!)

Oh, as far as the breath play i discussed in the video: you can find blogs about them here, here and here.

And Master is still working on His audio. He's a bit of a perfectionist, you know.

Sunburns, the Sadists Sneaky Friend...

So, I have a question for all of you. Have you ever say swatted your slave on the bum as a warning, only to remember once the crescendo of screaming and whining subsides that perhaps your darling piece of property may have had a little too much sun during your weekend activities? Yeah... That's where I'm at. We had the chance for a family outing, taking our sweet little child out to Water World for the first time. After a full day of rides, slides, and more than a little time in the kiddie pools, we found ourselves a little over cooked.

I have rarely had good luck with sunscreens and this weekend seems to be no exception. Now, I may have a pretty good burn, but my darling slave girl is really burned, especially on her shoulders which look like a well done steak. So, needless to say, bondage has been a real trip, not to mention little attitude adjustments throughout the day. Earlier, while trying to get her back on track, I placed my heel over her foot and stepped down a bit, completely forgetting that my girl had worn flip flops and now has burned toes. Ouch! She hopped, screamed, cried tears, fell on her ass, and no doubt was silently cursing me up one side and down the other.

There I am, with a rather lopsided smirk on my face and torn by the need to laugh and conversely apologize for forgetting that she is really tender. This tenderness has become something of a challenge for me as I try to avoid one burnt area and manage to aggressively agitate another. Its like I have porcupine quills or something! Now, the notion of being able to drop her to her knees in agonizing pain does hold something of a huge temptation for my sadistic side, but on the flip side this reaction does sort of grate when you are not intending to send her into a near spastic quivering seizure.

A whipping is right out of the question. One snap landing of those stingy little tails and I am convinced she would rip her own arms out to escape. Interestingly though, this horrific pain that instantly turns her into a sniveling pile of pain has a wonderful effect while being fucked. My little slave girl begged so prettily to be hurt while I was pounding her cunt earlier in the day. So, nipples gripped firmly between my fingers, I ground her back and shoulders into the bed cover sending her into a wild orgasm. Apparently sunburns are masochists sneaky friend as well...