The Sizzle of Pleasure

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

Master asked me if there was anything that i was wanting to do before he came to visit me. We had been talking about electric for a while and i decided that now was the time to take the leap. As i sent the message, i was filled with nervousness and excited. i went to bed early so that i would be fully rested for Master’s tortures. 

 

The anticipation built as there wasn’t time to try the electric box that evening, it was set for that morning after we had breakfast. That morning i was in a good mood, i had seemed to have forgotten about the impending torture. After finishing up our meal, Master went to my room to get ready. i cleaned up the kitchen as best as time allowed and then i went to my room to undress for Master. He groped me some as i took off my clothes. Master took off the collar i wear every day and placed the heavy, metal one around my neck sealed with a large padlock. Looking in the mirror, i felt so beautiful with the ring of steel encircling my tender throat. 

Hopeful despair...

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.

Top 10...

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.

Hurts So Good...

Tonight was all about blurring pain with pleasure. Specifically, torturing the cunt's cunt. When the opportunity arose, it was off to the races, rushing to the bedroom to drag out everything I thought I would need. Rope, TKD belts, a bamboo pole, tormenting clothes pins, our new clover clamps, duct tape, vibrators, etc.

I bound her hands to the bed by a length of chain using our cuffs. Then I took the bamboo pole and stretched her wide open, binding her legs by the ankles, then tightening the whole thing with the belts around her thighs. The result? Helplessness. Utter helplessness. I'll post the pictures I managed to get on my Fetlife profile.

So, with a bound and helpless slave, taped gagged and tit bound, it was time to start. A few licks at her engorged clit brought her attention sharply to my intended target. A few gag kisses got her humping the air and moaning. I placed a suction nub on her clit, forcing more blood to her already swollen button, while also isolating it from any of the sensations I intended to subject her to.

Next, I shoved a dildo with a vibrating base into her and fucked her while she squirmed ineffectually. A few clothes pins on her minor labia and the clover clamps on her nips got her really flopping.

The torture continued for some time, about thirty or forty minutes at least, before it was time to give the bitch her first convulsing orgasm. Removing the suction nub, I replaced it with a clothes pin directly upon her throbbing clit. Thus captured, I pressed the vibrating bullet tightly against her button and held on while she shuddered and shook and whimpered like a slut, begging to cum. I allowed it, and the next one, and the one after that. Man, I am too nice... I'll have to look into that in the future.

I digress, she came at least three times from this agony before I let her take a breather. I unbound her legs, pulled the pins from her pussy lips, released her clit, and finally let her entice me with her muffled pleas to fuck her. I flipped her over onto her stomach and took her like the panting mutt she is. But how could I resist the chance to rosie up those sexy round cheeks? So while I fucked her, I slapped some serious color into her ass.

There was a little communication problem, with her gagged I had such a hard time understanding what it was she wanted. I couldn't tell if she was commenting upon the shade of white on our walls or lamenting not buying certain stock options. All that humphing... Well, finally I discovered that she was begging to cum, out of her mind pleading to be a little more accurate. So, being the generous guy I am, I let her. Again. And again. She fell silent after that last one and I discovered that she has passed out.

I never told her she could pass out, so I rolled her lazy ass over and swatted her tits until she managed to come around. Then I continued to fulfill her begging wish. I fucked her harder, slamming into her. She made more noises, more mumbled screams. Finally I had to give her the option to speak, just so I could be sure what it was she was whining about. I tore the duct tape from her face in one pull, eliciting a screech and more than one tear. Now I could hear her, and she was definitely begging to come. Again, I let her. And again after that.

Finally, it was my turn. She begged to cum and I told her, I'd give her one more, but after that, I was going to suffocate her with my hand until she passed out. Then a look came to her face, a look that says both "oh my fucking god, please no!" and "how did he know, please yes!". She begged, I reminded her of her fate, and yet still she begged. I allowed her to cum, shuddering on my cock.

I told her good night, and clamped my hand down over her mouth and nose. Oh how she squeaked and squealed. Her body thrashed against mine, her hips pumping on my cock. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she shuddered, and so did I...

Developing Plans...

Recently I have been toying with the notion of a POW scene. I own a pair of old style military BDU's for my slave that we use for paintball matches and she has been wearing them recently which spurred the notion.

In essence, it is the standard military captive scene. Lots of disorientation, abuse, shouting, torture techniques, and rape. I am really enamored with the idea, but my only concern is the length of the scene given the small amounts of time that we manage to get to play any more. I have toyed with the notion of doing it all in segments, treating it more like a movie shoot. Though this would be fun and a great home movie, I like the idea of it being one long scene.

I am not a fan of the rather cliched terrorist or middle eastern idea, and considering that I speak a little Russian, I was planning to run with a former Eastern breakaway Republic having taken an American service woman prisoner. As for techniques I am planning to use sensory deprivation (primarily visual but auditory as well), caning, electrical stimulation, water boarding and dunking, choking, orgasm denial, knives, and maybe some hot/cold stimulation.

I plan to treat her as every bit of the helpless enemy combatant that she will be, giving no quarter or showing no mercy. Of course this all depends upon the neighbors in our apartment complex no calling the police and our child not waking up at any point. That whole video segments thing is looking better.

As a side note, I am currently trying to construct a set of stocks from an old bed frame that my slave had dragged home one day from out by the dumpsters. Apparently one of our neighbors had decided to get rid of it, and as the unofficial practice of our ( and most our past) apartment complex, placed it next to the dumpster for anyone who would possibly have need of it. I was delighted that my slave had brought home a pervertable such as this and immediately informed her of my plans to make a matching pair of stocks from it. A notion that apparently she had not considered, as she cursed and ran away.

I have the measurements all marked out, all the metal components laid out and ready, and sand paper standing by. The only thing that I am missing is a capable saw. Just recently I purchased a nice Black and Decker jig saw, however living in an apartment, there is just no place to use it. I tried (and please don't laugh too much) cutting the hand and neck holes into the board in the bathroom, using the bath tub as a collector for the saw dust. However, given the noise, vibration, and enclosed space, this was not a viable option. What I really need is a coping saw, which I hope to attain in the morning.

I have been sitting on this project now for about a month and have made no real progress, the estimated time for the completion of this project is about thirty minutes to an hour. Feels like a lot of things have been going that way recently. Ever have one of those days?

At any rate, for those of you who love our photos, be on the look out in the next week or so for some awesome updates. Also, check back for a detailed description of the completed set of stocks and the military POW scene...

Time Keeps on Slippin'...

Well now, it has been a while since I posted last. Thus is the nature of my communicative self. I never seem to call anyone nor visit anyone unless made to. Not that I don't have plenty to say, just I seem to prefer a "captive" audience;) Enough with that though.

So things have continued much as they always have; life is nothing if not cyclic. My pet and I have found some time to play recently but much to my chagrin it is no where near where it used to be.

Gone seem the days of seven hour planned sessions that move much like a scripted adventure game utilizing every torture and torment device one can lay their hands upon while moving through one centralized and all important theme. For example, the newly acquired slave girl who has to be broken through the crucible of torments to become a "good girl", or the slave who has serious need of being reigned in and brought back to her place before she gets into real trouble, or any number of terribly wondrous delights. Especially the chance to seriously drive my slave so deep into sub space that her limits can be pushed or even shattered. How I long to have a water play session with her involving hooded dunking! Ohhhhhhhh.

Yet, we have been trying to make the best of O/our time. The other night I experimented in a little asymmetrical bondage (symmetry is a huge thing with me) that turned out to be a hugely successful and enjoyable session, despite its short duration. A week or so before that I involved my slave in a massive head fuck session in which I combined story telling aspects with physical cues and sensations while binding her in a helpless and near total sensory deprived position. she could not see nor touch nor speak (and as a result, taste); she could only hear what I was saying and feel what I wanted her to.

The story went something like this; I took my slave out for the night and brought her back home, bound and blindfolded in the back of the car. she is taken down to the dungeon and is bound to some piece of furniture holding her immobile. I then whip her with my crop and subject her to a number of torments, some only described and others reinforced by real life actions. The best part is when a mythic second slave, who received some random name I neglected to remember, is placed between her legs, invading her with a strap-on in the story while in reality I am the one penetrating my slave (It gets confusing just writing it, but that is why it is a mind fuck). This second slave, is bound and is being taken from behind by me in the story. My slave, who is gagged, must beg this second slave for the chance to cum. (In a later posting I'll explain how my slave can cum when ordered). Here's the trick, she is begging me in reality and though I give her permission, I am doing it from the point of view of the second slave. This messed her up and as I hoped she was unable to cum because it was not her Master who had given her permission. Talk about a mind fuck;)

That night my slave was so hyped up and horny that I was able to whip her throughly with my crop all over her ribs, tits, stomach, and inner thighs and with greater impacts then are normally within the realm of her pain threshold. It was a particularly successful night and one of O/our more lengthy play sessions, having lasted something like two to three hours, putting me way behind in my sleep for the next day but proving completely worth it.

Other of O/our play sessions have been somewhat less dramatic but no less enjoyable. I have a thing for chains and I had the occasion to run heavy chains between my slave's collar and cuffs. The chains all together must have added twenty some odd pounds to my girl and she was reluctant to stand straight. I gave her little choice in the matter and the situation quickly became an impromptu lesson on giving everything she had to obey my orders. The sex was quite nice after that.

Just the other night I bound up my sex slave with a spreader bar behind her neck with her hands tied out to the sides. Then I tied her legs together at the ankles and pulled them up to wrap the rope around the backside of her neck. Thus her legs pull her head forward against
the rope of the spreader bar, choking her. I then took her like this, my bound little ball, struggling for breath and squirming to be fucked harder. she soon passed out, overwhelmed by the pressure and pleasure. I delighted in taking my pleasure from her unconscious body, what a treat.

So despite the lack of time to play these days, W/we still manage to get some time together. Torture and torment have taken an almost rushed or hurried feel recently, but I like to think I can weather it. Now to make time to write about to all of you...