tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63627432647163672632023-11-16T02:33:52.900-05:00Collared: my life as a slaveA personal blog by a collared slave in an adult consensual Master/slave relationship.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-55075462104922012332016-03-28T06:00:00.000-04:002016-03-28T06:00:07.224-04:00Hungry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I feel like I just closed my eyes when I feel a tug on my collar. I open my eyes to see him standing over me.<br />
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"Thats enough rest for now. I am not done playing with you just yet. Come." He says and pulls me.<br />
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Reluctantly I stand and he guides me out of the room toward the bathroom. He allows me to use the toilet and then brings me back to the playroom. He hands me a bottle of water and tells me to drink. I am tired, barely able to hold the bottle but I obey. He then hands me a piece of a protein bar, I slowly chew, but when he hands me another piece I reach for it and devour it hungrily.<br />
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"Kneel." he says.<br />
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I quickly drop to my knees and look up at him, hope filling my eyes as I feel my energy returning. <br />
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He grabs a fist full of my hair, "I know that hungry look." He says eyes sparkling. He guides my head to his cock and I greedily take him in my mouth. Its been too long, I wrap my lips around him licking and sucking and taking him deeply in my throat. I love the feel of him as he slides in and out of my mouth. I feel him start to move my head back and forth a little faster, then he slides deeply in my mouth almost choking me and holds me there. I start gagging and try to pull back but he holds me tight. Drool starts running down my chin as try to calm myself and breathe through my nose. <br />
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"You like pleasing me don't you?" He asks.<br />
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"mmhmm" I manage between gags.<br />
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"Good girl." he says. He pinches my nose closed for a few moments while I struggle to relax. As soon as my body starts to relax he releases my nose and eases the pressure off the back of my head allowing me to pull back slightly. I sigh as my gag reflex lessens and I'm able to breathe deeply through my nose.<br />
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He returns to fucking my mouth harder pulling my head back until I can only feel the tip then plunging back in all the way making it hard to catch my breath. I feel his muscles clenching and he slams into my mouth and releases himself down my throat. I try to swallow as fast as I can but he is so far down my throat that some of his seed drips down my chin.<br />
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I look up hoping he isn't upset with me. My nipples harden as I see him looking down at me with pride and happiness.<br />
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"Very good." He says still gripping my hair, his cock still deep in my throat. "What can I do to show my appreciation?" He asks.<br />
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I shiver. He knows what I like. What turns me on. He pulls out of my mouth and pulls me to standing by my hair. <br />
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to be continued.......</div>
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<br />Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-38468065161071280732016-03-25T06:00:00.000-04:002016-03-25T06:00:02.901-04:00Figging<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am panting and straining I was so close. Then I hear a click and the sound scraping and of something dropping to the floor.<br />
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"Figging was used in Victorian times as a form of punishment. Some even say that it was used along with caning to help ensure that the person didn't clench their butt cheeks together during the fun. I have a piece of ginger root here and I am going to insert it into your pretty little ass and I'm going to rub some on your clit. It will burn but it won't harm you, I am only going to do this once but I could do this over and over for several hours if you insist on being a bad girl. Do you you understand?"<br />
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I shiver and whisper "Yes, Master"<br />
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"I'm not sure I heard you, speak up" he says.<br />
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"Yes Master" I say again this time louder "Thank you Sir."<br />
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"Good girl."<br />
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I hear a splash of water and then feel the cold wetness touch my bottom. I start to clench but a quick slap makes me release the muscles. I feel the ginger slide inside me and just as I start to think it isn't so bad the sensation gets stronger and continues to grow. I start to moan and wiggle the swing swaying. He reaches out and circles a piece across my clit and I can feel the warmth and burn traveling from back to front. I start to pant. I need it to stop, I need someone to touch me, I need something cool or something hard. I really don't know what I need but the sensations are driving me crazy, the swing is swaying harder now as I twist and turn, I can feel my pussy swell with desire and need. Tears are running down my face again and I start begging and pleading with him to make it stop, but he doesn't.<br />
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I feel a tug on the chain connected to the clamps on my nipples and I whimper harder and moan. Then I feel something delicate slide across my stomach and I arch upward. The softness moves downward tickling my inner thighs across my clit circling but just barely. I am desperate. I want something harder, something to ease this ache I have building inside me.<br />
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I lose track of time but the burning sensation is starting to subside, its not as intense anymore but I still feel swollen and the heat between my legs is intense. He reaches down and unclasps the bar separating my legs and steps between them, his fingers slide inside me. I gasp and buck.<br />
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"Thats it, now I think you are ready for me." He says and his fingers slide out and I feel his cock slide deeply into me. <br />
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I moan and cry out as he fucks me hard. I feel him reach around and pull the ginger out of my ass and drop it to the floor. The heat is still intense and I am so aroused. I feel myself reaching my peak.<br />
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"Please Master can I come?" I cry out.<br />
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"Not yet." He says and pounds me harder.<br />
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I am panting and desperate. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back. "Please Master!" I scream.<br />
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"Now" I hear him say as my body is ripped apart by my orgasm. I feel him tug at the clamps on my nipples releasing them and I scream harder as the blood rushes back and I am hit with another orgasmic wave.<br />
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I feel him speeding up, knowing he is close. I am all nerve endings and my orgasm seems to go on forever. I am shaking and crying and gasping. I feel his release as my body starts to wind down.<br />
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He reaches up and removes the blind fold.<br />
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"You're a good girl. I'm going to untie you and you can rest for a short time on your mat in the corner but we aren't done."<br />
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I look up at him with my tear soaked face, "Thank you Master." I say wondering if I am capable of much more. <br />
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"Don't worry, I have faith in you. I know you can handle it." He unties me and carries to my corner mat. Rest I will be back in a little while. He says and walks away.<br />
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I close my eyes, my body sore but happy, and fall asleep.<br />
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To learn more about figging I read this really great <a href="http://www.leathernroses.com/generalbdsm/mstmichaelfigging.htm" target="_blank">post by Master Michael </a> - check it out. </div>
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Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-12968776621461131932016-03-23T06:00:00.000-04:002016-03-23T06:00:00.831-04:00Swing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He leans down and whispers in my ear. "Its been a while so I'm going to take my time, I want you to know in advance you have a long day ahead. Do you understand and agree?"<br />
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I swallow hard, my body tingling all over, "Yes Master" I gasp.<br />
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"Good girl."<br />
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I lick my lips and brace myself. I hear him walking around, his shirt coming off and dropping to the floor. My body is on fire. I don't know how I am going to endure a long session today. Its been so long but I need it, I want it. <br />
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I feel him standing next to me, his hand slowly and softly circling my breast, his fingers flick my nipple and I gasp and arch my back. I hear him chuckle. His hand trails over to my other breast and he repeats his motions. Then I hear a faint click and I hiss as a sharp pain bites down hard on my right nipple, the clamp firmly in place. There is another click and I suck in my breath again as my left nipple is pinched hard between the metal clamp. <br />
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His hands travel down my body leaving goosebumps in their wake. The pain in my nipples is waning to a dull throb. He reaches my thighs and runs his hands along both my inner thighs causing me to strain forward. His hands move up closer to where I want them, I start panting and know that I am swollen and wet. His hand brushes across my lips and I moan, his fingers slide up and down seeking my clit. I try to move my hips to help get him where I need him. His finger circles it once, twice then a scream escapes me as he pinches it between his fingers. I groan and he twists and tugs at it. I buck wildly trying to push away but he has me gripped tightly. Finally he releases me and slides two fingers inside me. I arch back and despite my still painfully throbbing clit I moan and try to get his fingers in deeper. He pushes them in and out, his fingers beckoning. I feel the pressure building inside me. Its been such a long time since he has touched me, I don't know how much I can take, and then his fingers are gone and I hear him walk away.<br />
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I bite my lip and whimper straining at my bonds knowing it is no use but doing it out of frustration. I am so focused on straining and trying to pull my legs together that I don't hear him when he approaches me again. But then I hear it, the distinct whistle right before the sting of his crop slicing through the air. I barely have time to brace myself before I feel the crack on my inner thigh. The first is followed quickly by a second then a third and it continues, my thighs burning the occasional sharp tap on my clit that makes me gasp and strain. The tears are running down my face making the silk cold against my face while the lower half of me is on fire. He stops and runs his cool hands against my thighs. They feel so good. He stops and I hear his zipper and I whimper. I want to feel him inside me.<br />
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I feel the head of his cock as he moves it gently against me. Teasing me.<br />
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"You want this don't you?" He asks. <br />
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"Yes Master" I whimper.<br />
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He pushes into me till just the tip of him is inside of me. I groan and try to pull him closer but he holds the swing still and out of reach.<br />
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Then he pulls back "No I don't think you are quite ready for me yet." he says and I hear him zip his pants back up. I cry out. <br />
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"Please!" I beg, "Please Master"<br />
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He laughs "No, not yet, but soon."<br />
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I hear him walk away, I know he has left the room but I have no idea where he has gone. A short time later I hear his footsteps coming back. <br />
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"I have something special for you. I have one last punishment for you. I can make this difficult for you but I think this time I will go easy, but rest assured if you disobey me again in such a way and it will be much more difficult." he says.<br />
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My heart rates speeds up again. My lips part and I start to shake. I had thought my punishment over.<br />
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He pulls the chain on one of the nipple clamps and I hiss in pain. <br />
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"Do you know what Figging is?" He asks.<br />
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His fingers move down and lazily circle my clit. <br />
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I freeze, my mind searching through all the things I've read. I know that term, it was used as a punishment. I can't remember what it is, my body is betraying me, his fingers not allowing me to concentrate, I moan and squirm under his torment and then he stops.<br />
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<br />Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-33465777348717205812016-03-21T19:27:00.001-04:002016-03-22T16:23:32.306-04:00Forgiveness<br />
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Head thrown back, lips parted, body arched. My heart pounds, my breath coming in gasps. My thighs quiver, as my mind shatters overcome by the sensations wracking my body. <br />
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I sit up gasping, my heart pounding the dream was so real and so intense. They were getting more intense. I look around, the dim light illuminating the sparse room. Only furnished with a bed and a small bucket. I am alone. I look at the door knowing it is locked. <br />
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My breathing has slowed. My nipples are still hard and straining for touch. I look under the covers my eyes skimming my naked body down to the leather manacle circling my left ankle, a chain snaking under the covers and bolted to the wall. <br />
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I sigh, I hate not sleeping in his bed. Its been 2 weeks of sleeping alone. I long for his touch, his mouth on mine, even the sting of his crop. He's upset with me. I was willful and disobedient. I've never been punished for so long. I feel drops hitting my breasts and realize I am crying. I feel my world shattering. I don't know why I disobeyed. It was like I couldn't stop myself. He has always forgiven me in the past I hope he will this time.<br />
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Every day he comes to my door unlocks me ankle, attaches my leash to my collar and walks me to the bathroom. I am allowed 20 minutes to shower and get ready. I am then led to the kitchen and fed, after which he drives me to work. He hasn't spoken to me. Won't look at me. Work is torture. I put on a happy face for my co-workers but they know something is wrong but what can I tell them? I disobeyed and have been sleeping in the small basement room chained to the wall? I don't think so. <br />
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He picks me up, and when we get home he strips me and we have dinner. I am then led back to my room where I am to stay until morning. I am not allowed to touch him and I have been instructed not to touch myself even though I am desperate to and its getting worse by the day. The camera in the corner of the room reminds me he is watching. <br />
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I hear the key turn in the lock and look over at the door. It slowly eases open. He stands there a moment. He comes to me, unchains me, attaches my leash and we slowly walk out of the room. He leads me upstairs but instead of going toward the bathroom he leads me to the playroom. I stagger, and fall to my knees. I look up at him, hope in my eyes. He looks down at me with a sly smile. <br />
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"I think its time to end your torment and something tells me you won't be so quick to disobey again." he says as he takes my hand and lifts me to my feet leading me over to the swing in the corner. <br />
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Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-68126334614184595242009-12-22T07:27:00.003-05:002009-12-22T07:51:56.608-05:00Holiday Wishes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHU1JoVm8yCFMRiz4-vW11qcLn9ZhQ7Bt9Y9J3vYmXlpujAh-BTgjQ3QhtX2hwssoaDQSEnCTb84d4Eup9_U3vvsgwc697Gr_Oqfwb8R0gbLvr6_o9IP24orZfpxar4Ygcq7JgfByrsfU/s1600-h/5429794.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHU1JoVm8yCFMRiz4-vW11qcLn9ZhQ7Bt9Y9J3vYmXlpujAh-BTgjQ3QhtX2hwssoaDQSEnCTb84d4Eup9_U3vvsgwc697Gr_Oqfwb8R0gbLvr6_o9IP24orZfpxar4Ygcq7JgfByrsfU/s200/5429794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418042404778449842" border="0" /></a>I wanted to stop by and say thank you to all of you who have written to me making sure that I am okay. I am doing fine, life has just been very busy. I have been out of the country and involved in a very big project overseas so I have not had a lot of free time to write lately. I do think of you and this blog often and feel sad that I've neglected it. Hopefully soon I will be back to writing and expressing myself. I know I've said that before and each time I truly mean it, maybe this time it will actually happen.<br /><br />I hope that everyone has a wonderful holiday season, and a joyous new year. May it be filled with erotic dreams and fantasies and may all your kinky wishes come true.<br /><br />Peace to all, love to all!Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-35396363868911213762009-09-01T22:57:00.002-04:002009-09-01T23:03:24.255-04:00A long time gone....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPg80d9YXSb7yX_mr7AWMqXBHLpc6aWUips4psDfxTp75LyNsXoHdKMAsJmJJZP0TG_Cd8h1MJA0o-X_FP9UMjcvOuk4QtvkRDZhdPCCji_9-ThQ_er7ogLRBJbA2lEkmDalmoTislERE/s1600-h/3-1_female_games_09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPg80d9YXSb7yX_mr7AWMqXBHLpc6aWUips4psDfxTp75LyNsXoHdKMAsJmJJZP0TG_Cd8h1MJA0o-X_FP9UMjcvOuk4QtvkRDZhdPCCji_9-ThQ_er7ogLRBJbA2lEkmDalmoTislERE/s200/3-1_female_games_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376700280464351906" border="0" /></a>Geez it's been a long time since I've sat at this computer. It seems the summer just slipped right on by. I've spent the last few hours catching up on blogs and reading about what has changed and what has not. For some there have been big momentous events and their lives are evolving others it seems are still on the same merry-go-round. Then again I often feel that way about my life as well same crap different day. Work has been all consuming as well as life. I'm not sure what direction I'm headed at the moment. I was in a huge slump not really sure which way it was going to go but it seems like it is starting to head in a good direction. So I'll keep my fingers crossed and hang on.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-33742333581223671282009-07-01T21:00:00.004-04:002009-07-01T21:21:01.870-04:00Hiatus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltljXZMsw0jYlX0D17qKFAIF2aeStN0THUq3DTrLZi_wEMFI9qYCaF7TYCCXkDZmNFahIaUTBRhmk6lWUtZ7W_0TYcFelGni1-m-zeIXQCjCcJonIsZr3suXNgWLf7y7nNLtQwjsaI_M/s1600-h/Copy+of+Shades+of+Happiness+photo+Woman+in+rain+small2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltljXZMsw0jYlX0D17qKFAIF2aeStN0THUq3DTrLZi_wEMFI9qYCaF7TYCCXkDZmNFahIaUTBRhmk6lWUtZ7W_0TYcFelGni1-m-zeIXQCjCcJonIsZr3suXNgWLf7y7nNLtQwjsaI_M/s200/Copy+of+Shades+of+Happiness+photo+Woman+in+rain+small2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353666020690604498" border="0" /></a>Forgive me readers, I know I have been absent. There have been weddings, funerals, sickness, graduations, great adventurous trips etc that have all piled up in a matter of only a few months. Luckily I am starting to see light at the end of the tunnel.<br /><br />I can feel my creative juices starting to flow again. Little ideas that percolate in my head itching to get out. I'm not sure when but I will be back to share more of what my life and mind hold.<br /><br />In the meantime I hope you are enjoying your summer, getting out there and experiencing the warm sunshine which there has been not nearly enough of. Or the cool rain that seems to endlessly fall around here. I stopped being miserable about the rain and have decided to embrace it. Standing in it letting it fall upon my face, feeling it soak through my clothing making it stick and cling to my body, the cool air creating goosebumps on my flesh. Feeling the sensuality of it as it kisses and slides down my body.<br /><br />So go jump in a puddle, or roll down a grassy hill, go for a walk in a stream, do something childish and fun and remember what this life is supposed to be about. Experience, feel, live, we take life way too seriously most of the time. Embrace your inner child and be wild, youthful and fun. Until later....Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-42142711986314157102009-04-24T10:23:00.004-04:002009-04-24T10:52:20.277-04:00Changes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMwuX6ygfzyP8ZoGFUYFaObaFZPKllvEYENEpIO6qARoDifJOAL6CjFdw7_a69LGL83xk-534YPntN_KQ0WadSrAQO9Dx6H_Gr9xjXRkUuI7A_W77GKwkyUdHCjbuphJkZ-xqf_hU_T4/s1600-h/4-5_body_42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMwuX6ygfzyP8ZoGFUYFaObaFZPKllvEYENEpIO6qARoDifJOAL6CjFdw7_a69LGL83xk-534YPntN_KQ0WadSrAQO9Dx6H_Gr9xjXRkUuI7A_W77GKwkyUdHCjbuphJkZ-xqf_hU_T4/s200/4-5_body_42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328270814013937506" border="0" /></a>There seems to be a lot of changes going on with people lately. I've been reading some other blogs and it seems that many people are renegotiating their relationships. Maybe it's the spring and time for renewal and the time people use to reevaluate or clean house so to speak. Who knows but its nice to see that people aren't just stagnant and staying in something because they feel they have to or holding on to a dynamic that isn't working for them any longer.<br /><br />I applaud those people whose relationships are more important to them than how people will percieve them. As people evolve so do relationships. I think most bdsm relationships go through evolution. They change, waxing and waning as things come up, stress and family. It's hard to maintain a M/s relationship at all times. I think this is where the whole 24/7 argument comes in. Some believe you have to maintain the outward appearance of the M/s dynamic at all times, to me that's just not realistic. I will argue with Master get snitty and sarcastic, maybe even appear to be telling him what to do, but I also know when to back off (well usually sometimes I don't and then I get that real strict tone that reminds me to tone it down). Does this not make me a "real" slave. Who knows and really who cares. Master and I are the ones in this relationship and our definitions are what run it, not anyone elses.<br /><br />I've always said that I think the M/s dynamic is more of a head game. Its how you feel. I don't need a physical collar around my neck 24/7 to know that I belong to Master. Apart, together it doesn't matter there is a connection. There were times where we were not each other's primary partners, but even then there was an undeniable bond that placed me at his feet. I know that sounds strange and is hard for most people to understand because we live in a monogomous society. I can't explain it, not sure I want to, or feel the need to. Its just the way it is for us.<br /><br />So to those people who are going through growing pains, I say do what is best for you. I for one won't judge your decisions and hope you keep on writing.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-41443037619105829672009-04-23T22:44:00.001-04:002009-04-23T22:46:47.518-04:00MIALife has been super busy lately. I haven't forgotten all of you. I will be posting some new fun things in the next few days. Thank you for the e-mails. Things are fine, life has just been a bit hectic.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-82999589172109595492009-03-15T22:20:00.004-04:002009-04-08T08:14:54.572-04:00Anger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrRDFQbUXGE4dGKl6HPZDNLzYwIYdXep9nbnxYa1H_U90mJqsquHqrZXoEOaaw5F3qXFhoDfLE7RoWE4mBvNwOU7FmeZUR_7kMIy6e-8IvQIR0rrtCD6szcgPPOC6JAgONby-ZNTT3Tc/s1600-h/nude2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrRDFQbUXGE4dGKl6HPZDNLzYwIYdXep9nbnxYa1H_U90mJqsquHqrZXoEOaaw5F3qXFhoDfLE7RoWE4mBvNwOU7FmeZUR_7kMIy6e-8IvQIR0rrtCD6szcgPPOC6JAgONby-ZNTT3Tc/s200/nude2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322292884463413058" border="0" /></a><br />What does a slave do when she gets angry?<br /><br />I have a temper I'm the first to admit it. When I get angry I get loud, and lash out. If I get very angry I explode. Its as if something comes over me and I can't quite get a grip on it until it has passed through my system. Its a problem. One that I have been working on for many years and while I have curbed it and can control it to a point once its reached that point I lose control.<br /><br />Luckily Master and I don't live together and he hasn't witnessed that major melt down. We do like to debate though so he knows when he gets me riled up I get louder, more passionate about my point and more frustrated when I feel that I'm not being heard. That's when he dispassionately and in that no nonsense voices tells me to calm down. Which often doesn't work particularly the first time because that just annoys me more. Eventually I just huff and stop talking all together. Stewing to myself. Then we either have to switch topics or I need to wander away before I feel that crazy meter start to rise.<br /><br />But those are just silly little debates they aren't things more personal to our relationship. We haven't really had a fight. I've been upset, we've talked and things moved on but I've never been angry, well at least not toward him. So what is a slave with a temper to do? Its not an easy thing to deal with in a vanilla relationship. As I've said, I get myself in trouble all the time when it comes to passionate debates, I get frustrated and I curse, which is a big no-no, then I get more frustrated because I know I'm breaking rules and yet I still feel like I'm not getting my point across. I can't imagine what would happen if it was something that was personal to me, actually I can imagine and it wouldn't be pretty.<br /><br />Master has a temper himself, although it is rarely seen, and I can honestly say I've never seen it it full out, but I can see his frustration rise. I often wonder what would happen if our tempers both flared at the same time. WWIII is what I imagine. I guess its lucky we've never found ourselves in that situation. In the meantime I guess I just keep working, trying to find ways to keep my crazy meter from rising too much and not let the emotion overtake the reasoning side of my brain. Easier said than done I know.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-22282192905247424042009-03-13T06:13:00.002-04:002009-03-13T22:54:21.031-04:00An offering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA2cZLh6WQyao0w7z2eZDII9bBhNRxLnvAx_RzxjWSKjHmlbwokTksZshEI5fwLWCiBWD39I4LkXeylu8Le0-WFQ2EGx-FaQ_QzVRi6p5DVQ49v1qNjHPagrPl9FMX87sZwzffTrFvlw/s1600-h/5-5_Naked_on_a_lap_07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA2cZLh6WQyao0w7z2eZDII9bBhNRxLnvAx_RzxjWSKjHmlbwokTksZshEI5fwLWCiBWD39I4LkXeylu8Le0-WFQ2EGx-FaQ_QzVRi6p5DVQ49v1qNjHPagrPl9FMX87sZwzffTrFvlw/s200/5-5_Naked_on_a_lap_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310826297189284850" border="0" /></a>I kneel naked at your feet.<br /><br />My back is straight,<br /><br />my knees spread,<br /><br />hands behind my back.<br /><br />My head is tilted to the side and bent back exposing my throat.<br /><br />My breasts rise and fall with my breath,<br /><br />my nipples are tight peaks,<br /><br />wetness forms between my legs.<br /><br />Goosebumps cover my flesh<br /><br />not from being cold but the anticipation of what is to come.<br /><br />I wait, vulnerable, submissive, an offering.<br /><br />I am yours.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-20989853565822488982009-03-04T22:15:00.004-05:002009-03-08T09:39:39.748-04:00Male Submissives<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7v2KwNIFoHmJwyVTgP-TUn8SgQBw_Te01_rGuNUX-TJT6szWus2spTKQuEXrhK6TmbrKMwVcBdrCDSg5GP3ESXzV-8wkWo78PWoD0T1GXq8Bhh7KwGTnRGeC4H5guffjx6ZUDqv5EdI/s1600-h/462099484_68c7738a2e_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7v2KwNIFoHmJwyVTgP-TUn8SgQBw_Te01_rGuNUX-TJT6szWus2spTKQuEXrhK6TmbrKMwVcBdrCDSg5GP3ESXzV-8wkWo78PWoD0T1GXq8Bhh7KwGTnRGeC4H5guffjx6ZUDqv5EdI/s200/462099484_68c7738a2e_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310810589694873778" border="0" /></a>Corvan's comment to my last post made me think about male subs/slaves. I can't imagine how hard it may be for some men to accept their submissive sides. I know the disgust and negativity that is directed my way when people who don't understand these urges read my blog. I would imagine it is worse for male subs.<br /><br />Men who even remotely appear to answer or care about what their girlfriend or wives think are labeled as pussy whipped or weak. It's even worse for those who may have lower paying jobs than the women they live with. If they aren't the main provider they aren't fulfilling their role as the "man of the house".<br /><br />Strange to think that in this day these stereotypes are still so pervasive but they continue to be perpetuated. In some ways I think female subs have may have it easier. Many D/s, M/s relationships with female subs tend to follow a more traditional old fashioned relationship where the man is in charge and the woman submits. We see images of this all the time in old movies, and tv shows, we may even see it in our families. But reverse that dynamic and how many examples do you see? Not many.<br /><br />Its funny though I often hear women talking about how they wish their man would do what they say, etc...but then when they see it in action they call the woman a bitch or they can't understand why the man puts up with it. Such a double standard.<br /><br />Due to all these stereotypes about the way men "should" be I can imagine it is very difficult to embrace the opposite. The comments from others alone would be enough to get so many to push these feelings aside. I would imagine that many who can't truly accept it or can't identify their submissive need often unconsciously seek out abusively domineering women and then resent them for taking the control they don't really want but are afraid to admit.<br /><br />I don't know maybe that's wrong but I do have to give kudos to those male subs/slave out there who have embraced their role and the dominant women who love, care and fulfill them in and open, healthy way. Breaking free of stereotypes is never easy.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-73863453885532270322009-02-26T06:13:00.002-05:002009-02-26T06:13:00.937-05:00What BDSM Has Taught Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyjZ6pfvMmKvCvx0iAFqaK77qufQM3YPfx8oayl7NHAcdyy9k4YhrFJMLqcFfGP9UxQBzxnn7sVC8aX0lhoBB4SOXXoq-P8YfqtslmUImLLwzuLu1b8NsRPdghkNHiMVtYtx9jbupGK8/s1600-h/bdsm31f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyjZ6pfvMmKvCvx0iAFqaK77qufQM3YPfx8oayl7NHAcdyy9k4YhrFJMLqcFfGP9UxQBzxnn7sVC8aX0lhoBB4SOXXoq-P8YfqtslmUImLLwzuLu1b8NsRPdghkNHiMVtYtx9jbupGK8/s200/bdsm31f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768262176165506" border="0" /></a>I know many people don't understand the M/s dynamic. They think that those of us who participate in these types of relationships are sick, perverse, crazy etc. They think that as women we are weak, being taken advantage of and have low self-esteem. (Sorry I can't speak for the male subs/slaves out there but I'm sure people say similar things).<br /><br />As I've posted previously, these ideas are even present in so called "kink friendly" books when authors have a bias that she or he just can't shake. It's no wonder so many people hide their kinky side or feel that there must be something wrong with them when they first find these feelings emerge. Its hard to find positive portrayals of bdsm relationships. I am so thankful for the blogger out there who share their positive stories and bring bdsm and sub/Dom feelings out of the dungeon to share with others.<br /><br />There are so many positive aspects to my relationship with Master. He has taught me so much and enriched my life in so many ways. It makes me crazy to think that so many would condemn it as sick. Master has helped me to trust, to let go of insecurities, to enjoy the moment. He has taught me acceptance of the submissive side of myself and shown me that to be a Dom/Master doesn't mean you have to be a manipulative, hurtful jerk.<br /><br />I don't find myself weaker or with lower self esteem as a result of my M/s relationship in fact I feel more confident, more at ease with who I am. I am able to stop being such a control freak and let go of more things. My relationship has enabled me to realize that my need for control is really an insecurity, and by letting go I am actually more in control than when I try to micromanage.<br /><br />In learning to surrender I have learned so much about myself. My inner struggles and ultimate surrender during training lessons with Master can often teach me so much about how I relate to situations outside of my relationship and learn to let things go. Surrender comes in so many forms, can mean so many different things and can teach us so much. In my quest to let go I am finding more happiness because I am not trying to juggle everything around me.<br /><br />I think when people peel back the layers of the bdsm relationship they will find so much more hidden underneath. Its time for people to unshackle themselves from limiting beliefs and let go.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-44384717596647497842009-02-24T06:25:00.004-05:002009-02-24T06:37:21.895-05:00Fat Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5ZzfDEpOz01LlpAvZY6iBtZ4BbvwnFlvUOn87ap7BHmFlXgk_f1RIsAqgdx3k3qIkTARKVwQktRRNIQfWnirlrxcJOovizPTMpNeLrkEN0w5e9HLVvwRRHSxkyK0uk9xtI8mpyIg9BY/s1600-h/106591.18a15eff.l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5ZzfDEpOz01LlpAvZY6iBtZ4BbvwnFlvUOn87ap7BHmFlXgk_f1RIsAqgdx3k3qIkTARKVwQktRRNIQfWnirlrxcJOovizPTMpNeLrkEN0w5e9HLVvwRRHSxkyK0uk9xtI8mpyIg9BY/s320/106591.18a15eff.l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306326531551291410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Laissez les bon temps rouler!<br /></div>Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-61076179110096360002009-02-22T18:01:00.004-05:002009-02-22T18:29:13.224-05:00Rainy Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGukzyWjMM0aoJrix1d7PWqfiFw3Yo_PIiZ8V0Fuv_DO8cD1lV2ji_oITGk1RGUoYXchf1IDwRI6EBqij5dxwTC-0lOXKJv0oJ2kiamzrKr_AeEr8nK5qceMmknpmWtZ7epfxVdoTmGCA/s1600-h/816064928_6a46539627.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGukzyWjMM0aoJrix1d7PWqfiFw3Yo_PIiZ8V0Fuv_DO8cD1lV2ji_oITGk1RGUoYXchf1IDwRI6EBqij5dxwTC-0lOXKJv0oJ2kiamzrKr_AeEr8nK5qceMmknpmWtZ7epfxVdoTmGCA/s200/816064928_6a46539627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305762766884633986" border="0" /></a>I lay in bed and listen to the rhythm of the rain as it bounces off the windows, the distinct hush of the cars as they drive down the wet road. I shiver and pull the blankets up higher. The bed feels so empty, so cold. I miss your warmth pressing into my back, your arms wrapped around me, the feel of your breath on my neck.<br /><br />Its a lazy Sunday, a perfect day to stay inside and be tied to a bedpost, a chair or anything for that matter. But you aren't here, I'm on my own today. Thoughts of what your hands could be doing to me make me shiver. I haven't been given permission to come so I try to push these thoughts away but they keep coming back. <br /><br />The sting of your hand, the whistle of a crop of whip as it slices through the air right before it stings my flesh raising red welts across my body that will fade in a few hours. The heat of my flesh after a good spanking, the cold wetness of the ice cube that you run down my back making me arch and gasp. The ache that forms between my legs begging for your touch.<br /><br />My nipples harden, begging to be pinched between your fingers, or feel the tight pressure of clamps as they are fastened in place. My body arches off the bed. I want you. I know I have to stop this train of thought, its taking me to places I am not allowed to go right now. It's times like this when I feel the tightness of the collar around my throat. The knowledge that my body is not my own. It belongs to you. I squeeze my legs together only making the need worse. I sigh and fling the covers back gasping at the cold air, knowing it is exactly what I need. I need to clear my head think of other things, I get up and stagger to the bathroom, hoping a shower will help push these thoughts away. But then I start thinking of your hands slick with soapy bubbles caressing me as the water cascades across my body and realize I better make that a cold shower.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-24247296592450263902009-02-19T06:13:00.001-05:002009-02-19T19:23:02.735-05:00Letting The Leash Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKLLwU-hULHkQLKDcx1YDWeyKqLqfrCI2FZYF_exzj56tgdPYHHrcg9PYo0ry6hIBagkcB2H2u3_DaKKOFGg9KbzDFJ1cjK6Oq-xWZR7aWah7lejWAe5Pnf-lykk4fwP324zOIpGWdTU/s1600-h/6-3_force_of_excitation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKLLwU-hULHkQLKDcx1YDWeyKqLqfrCI2FZYF_exzj56tgdPYHHrcg9PYo0ry6hIBagkcB2H2u3_DaKKOFGg9KbzDFJ1cjK6Oq-xWZR7aWah7lejWAe5Pnf-lykk4fwP324zOIpGWdTU/s320/6-3_force_of_excitation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303456251888942306" border="0" /></a><br />I was in a particularly randy mood the other day. I'm not sure what came over me but geez was I was a horny little slut. Master played me until tears formed in my eyes allowing me to come several times, it was blissful.<br /><br />My take charge attitude was in attendance though and luckily Master was in an indulgent mood because there were definitely points at which I was pretty direct in what I wanted and didn't ask but just took. I occasionally see this dominant part of my personality coming through and she doesn't like the word "no". I used to get pushy and angry when I didn't get my way but I have learned that forcing the issue doesn't lead to pleasant consequences. In fact just the opposite of pleasant.<br /><br />Somewhere along the way my subconscious mind kicked in and I switched tactics. My submissive side now joins the dominant side in a manipulative game of begging and tying to convince Master that its really his idea.<br /><br />Of course he will usually indulge me for a short period of time and then retake the control gathering my hands behind my back, grabbing a handful of my hair tightly and holding my head still as he forces his cock down my throat to the point of gagging and keeping it there. Allowing me to build myself up to the brink only to hold my hips so I am unable to move, so that I feel his cock deep inside me, filling me making my walls twitch around him. I struggle a little, whimpering and whining while the dominant nature flees as fast as she came replaced by the twitching obedient slut that I hide underneath.<br /><br />I think he lets me entertain my delusions like this sometimes because he likes to watch me pout and throw a little temper tantrum when I don't get my way. Its like loosening up on the leash of a dog to only moments later reign it in reminding the pet who is really in control. Giving that sense of freedom only to be brought back under firm control. Its frustrating, entertaining, erotic and fulfilling.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-66600910808239691382009-02-16T06:17:00.000-05:002009-02-16T06:17:00.443-05:00Lessons in Surrender<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQ_QsNZIxe56j5VltJBYXniCT8_p_T150EcGI6WP_zmJsQ-wI1bLtw9ltZ0xzxPzwAG63X1rcnBzWlS6izcVb_xhQRxFAOBfzNofltqX4e3Mrlvrs4vVFYDCK8kt8CRtRBXxKMOrC9rI/s1600-h/images_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQ_QsNZIxe56j5VltJBYXniCT8_p_T150EcGI6WP_zmJsQ-wI1bLtw9ltZ0xzxPzwAG63X1rcnBzWlS6izcVb_xhQRxFAOBfzNofltqX4e3Mrlvrs4vVFYDCK8kt8CRtRBXxKMOrC9rI/s320/images_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301752254164890866" border="0" /></a>I sense your eyes on me and I try not to squirm. I lay on the couch on my belly in a pair of black lace panties. My knees are bent and my legs kick lazily back and forth. I am resting on my elbows my back arched as I focus on the book leaning on the arm of the couch in front of me.<br /><br />It was easier before you came in the room. Easier before you sat in the chair across from me. I turn my head and look up at you through the strands of hair that have escaped the band holding the rest of it back and smile. I start to close the book but you shake your head and tell me to ignore you.<br /><br />Ignore you? Yeah right.<br /><br />Your eyes penetrate me burning into my skin. The hair on my arms stands up, my nipples tighten and a surge of heat rushes between my legs. I hate it when you watch me. It makes me aroused, anxious, irritated and afraid. All of my insecurities come rushing to the surface.<br /><br />I want you to touch me, I want to make you touch me, but I know you won't. If you touch me I don't have to worry about what you are seeing. I don't have to wondering what I look like through your eyes. My eyes are very critical, yours are much more forgiving. Where you see beauty I see flaws. <br /><br />When you touch me I can forget about your stare, I focus on the touch and get lost in the feeling.<br />But that's exactly why you won't touch me. Why you sit back and watch, knowing that I am squirming inside, fighting with myself to pretend you aren't there. To stop judging what you are seeing. To let go and surrender to who I am.<br /><br />I look back at the book and stare at the page. Suddenly the words that were gliding together in perfect harmony only a moment ago are gibberish. The words that were forming amazing pictures that floated through my head read like a foreign language. I read the same line over and over not understanding a word.<br /><br />I sigh and put my head down, my feet stop their lazy, carefree movement. I try to focus. My heart is pounding, and I feel the tears in the back of my eyes. I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly trying to calm myself. It's not like you are asking me to do something I don't do every day. Its not like this is a foreign task that I don't know how to perform, so why is it so difficult?<br /><br />I am self conscious of every move, every breath. It would be easier if I knew you weren't paying attention, but you are. I hear your body shift in the chair as you wait for me to compose myself. I lift my head and look at the pages, trying not to turn my head and look at you. I stare at the words through a thin film of tears.<br /><br />Slowly my eyes start to roam across the words at a halted pace. Eventually my mind starts to weave the story back together. My breathing slows and my feet start to gently move back and forth again. This is surrender, although I don't realize it yet. It won't be until you say something or touch me and I remember you are there that I will have realized I let go.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-27743230950719070122009-02-14T06:13:00.003-05:002009-02-14T12:12:56.490-05:00My Valentine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOGqV5S1AELFsep04Cgc5RIBYzhGh7F6Mc57h6CnVQqKaDZSTP5idcQrTIGynuUcTJZAYMYFcVi8umuE7nsDVzrRrgOeU8indCHn558E258JZ1KEXsGQ6SmjXGWO426YqgUNjMJJ9sB8/s1600-h/ist2_167170-love-hurts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOGqV5S1AELFsep04Cgc5RIBYzhGh7F6Mc57h6CnVQqKaDZSTP5idcQrTIGynuUcTJZAYMYFcVi8umuE7nsDVzrRrgOeU8indCHn558E258JZ1KEXsGQ6SmjXGWO426YqgUNjMJJ9sB8/s320/ist2_167170-love-hurts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301772732686987378" border="0" /></a>I have a love hate relationship with Valentine's Day. I'm not sure I understand why we need a special day set aside to show the people we care about how much they mean to us. If you don't do this all the time then you are sorely missing out.<br /><br />If you are single Valentine's Day usually sucks. You have to listen to everyone around you drone on about how wonderful their SO is and what romantic plans they have and what they bought for the other person and there you are twiddling your thumbs wishing they would drop dead. A single Valentine's Day is worse then spending New Years alone. I think its because of all the hype to be in a relationship.<br /><br />Corporate America has taught us that something personal, a beautiful letter, poem or note is not enough. The "true" measure of our love is in how much we spend. I just don't see it that way. I am much more impressed with a good card, or hand written note than I am some elaborate gift.<br /><br />I don't need a special day to feel important to Master. He shows me that he cares all the time in the little things he does. Those are the important moments not the ones we feel brow beaten into because it is expected. If I didn't feel appreciated before Valentine's Day an expensive gift is only going to make me feel worse. Crazy huh? But its true. If I'm only worthy of appreciation one day a year when the calendar says you're supposed to tell me how much I matter to you then please don't bother. I'll take the little every day things over big elaborate hub bub any day.<br /><br />The perfect Valentine's Day present? To fall asleep in Master's arms after he has roughly manhandled and ravaged me leaving me quivering, and crying blissful tears from the emotional overload. Of course some chocolate wouldn't hurt either. <smile><br /></smile>Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-50107786760025784482009-02-10T06:39:00.004-05:002009-02-10T08:08:45.640-05:00The Trouble With Sexperts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMbxiQz3j9D6XX8M6p-GAH7IaU0Q5lL_njn2wCq4cs1bNLHL-SJgk9MDLbktgHX4yZq_o9we_42QcbohT-PdNk0QbanPVSbNuOzXBv-dhekSnAKzkrIwzsM_tw_Cd42fZoublyBuAsoU/s1600-h/2-2_repair_in_underground_club_05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMbxiQz3j9D6XX8M6p-GAH7IaU0Q5lL_njn2wCq4cs1bNLHL-SJgk9MDLbktgHX4yZq_o9we_42QcbohT-PdNk0QbanPVSbNuOzXBv-dhekSnAKzkrIwzsM_tw_Cd42fZoublyBuAsoU/s200/2-2_repair_in_underground_club_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301152741431307746" border="0" /></a>I was browsing through a book the other day and came across this headline: Light kink is sexy, Heavy kink is not....which got me thinking (a dangerous hobby I know).<br /><br />First I wasn't sure what light kink was compared to heavy kink in the authors mind because it really differs. The author believes that "Once you go beyond anal sex, tie and tease, and fantasy S&M games -which are more about costumes than implements of torture - it isn't about sex anymore." She further went on to state that practitioners of "heavy kink" are troubled people who have negative views of sex and that if S&M play is more than occasional and leaves marks the participants need to seek help.<br /><br />Wow. I was stunned. This is a woman who wrote a book about kink but doesn't seem to understand it. I guess I fall under her category of sick people who need help because my play sometimes does leave marks, and for me slavery is a mindset that goes beyond sex and the bedroom. Funny though I don't view sex negatively, I see it as something wonderful, passionate, erotic and fun.<br /><br />I wasn't quite sure I understood her comment about implements of torture either. Who sets the standards of what are considered implements of torture and what are considered acceptable kink <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">paraphernalia</span>. I guess rope, blindfolds, cuffs, feathers, corsets and leather are okay but is a whip too much? A cane? A crop? What about nipple clamps, ball gags, anal hooks where do we draw the line?<br /><br />I admit that some people's kink goes beyond what I would consider sexy, arousing, erotic and even in some cases sane but if they are happy, functioning adults I say let them be. There are too many unhappy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dysfunctional</span> people out there, if two consenting people find something that turns them on, is legal, makes them happy and doesn't interfere directly with other peoples lives why should it matter what they do? Should we stand up and tell them they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dysfunctional</span> and need help? Isn't this the same thing that many are doing to gay and lesbians around the country and around the world? They don't understand so they label it wrong and sick, create laws against it and say they need help. Scary.<br /><br />The author further goes on to state that those who are "heavily" involved in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bdsm</span> do not have wild, passionate, out of control sex. I had to laugh at this one because according to her broad definition of "heavy" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">kinksters</span>, I fit this category and my sex life is pretty passionate, and has been known to be "out of control". So I'm not sure whose bedroom she is peaking in but she needs to find some new friends.<br /><br />She compared those into "heavy" kink to fundamentalist Christians because of their rigid adherence to rules. Okay I'm not in total agreement with this statement but I can understand where she got this perception. I've run across people who had more rules than I could wrap my head around and lived by a strict set of guidelines but I'm not sure they would consider themselves so rigid they were unadventurous and that their sex was so choreographed that it was passionless and rigid. (Where do people come up with this stuff!)<br /><br />It makes me sad that people continue to perpetuate the idea that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bdsm</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dysfunctional</span> and sick. Books like this that seem to promote kink as something normal and okay but have a very judgemental view on what is acceptable and what is not. In reading the different stories you can feel the authors judgement of some of the people she interviewed. She is touted as a renowned sex author but I guess you need to fit into her mold in order to be considered "healthy". Oh she brings to light many different fun stories but there is this underlying tone that made me shiver and not in a good way!<br /><br />Just the simple letters <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">bdsm</span> strikes outrage in so many. They can't fathom that functional people can be into it. They see it as a fringe society where we dress goth all the time and don't live normal lives. They can't fathom that the stay at home soccer mom likes to be spanked, called a slut and made to crawl, or that the male executive down the hall likes to be mastered by a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Domme</span>, who sodomizes him and makes him lick her boots, or that grandmother playing at the park with her grandchildren might owned and spends her nights collared on her knees with a cock down her throat. To so many, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bdsm</span> is relegated to back room sex clubs where naughty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">perverted</span> sex addicts abuse each other, it isn't something "normal" people do.<br /><br />When I come across books like this I am happy that there are blogs and other material out there that sheds a more positive light on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bdsm</span>. That in our own ways we are helping to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">dispel</span> the myths that surround <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">bdsm</span>. There are always the crazy few that make their way into the headlines and shed a negative light on anything but as more of us speak we are hopefully creating more understanding. I'm not trying to say that kink is the only way, and everyone should drop their vanilla ways, but my hope is to shed some light on it and hopefully promote more understanding so that it doesn't continue to be labeled as sick, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dysfunctional</span> and abusive anymore.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-75949822738237133112009-02-07T10:19:00.005-05:002009-02-07T21:21:42.267-05:00Tease<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis63tQhWuIsDJhThmFfmfzXqmkspfu6PuTufWNJE9LZO5ktAX6xHnkf1ouQEhJNQqmmhaumHBQQZY24Md9T6Vi_HjakYv0j1mNFYWD_QJ74l8BDY5RH_Uk2tAbAxa_SQ56qOpZTMEPMQU/s1600-h/115781223_6bdc683658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis63tQhWuIsDJhThmFfmfzXqmkspfu6PuTufWNJE9LZO5ktAX6xHnkf1ouQEhJNQqmmhaumHBQQZY24Md9T6Vi_HjakYv0j1mNFYWD_QJ74l8BDY5RH_Uk2tAbAxa_SQ56qOpZTMEPMQU/s200/115781223_6bdc683658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300086140239374882" border="0" /></a>I lay on side on the bed in my panties and bra.<br />"Push your thoughts aside and just feel" he says.<br />The rough sensation of his hand against my skin makes me tingle.<br />I love he way his fingers gently dancing across my flesh right before he pinches or slaps me.<br />"Close your eyes"<br />I do as I'm told, laying there my eyes shut focusing on his touch.<br />Across my belly, my hips, down my thighs, his hands go where they want after all I am his.<br />He doesn't ask when he pulls my panties down in the back exposing my ass.<br />I feel naughty, exposed, my panties half off his hand kneading and parting the rounded cheeks of my ass.<br />I push back into him which must have been what he was waiting for since when he achieved it his hands moved on.<br />Back up across my belly traveling to my breasts.<br />I reach back to unhook it for him but he stops me.<br />"Relax, if I want it off I'll take it off."<br />His hand reaches under my bra, gripping my breast.<br />His fingers rolling and gently flicking my nipple. First one then the other.<br />I don't want him to stop.<br />It feels so good.<br />I want to press my breasts harder into his hands but don't worried it will make him stop like it did when he had his hands on my ass.<br />After a few moments though I lose that precious control and my body takes over, my brain shuts down.<br />I press my chest forward.<br />When his hand slips from under my bra I make a soft whimper.<br />I knew it was going to happen but I had hoped it wouldn't stop.<br />His hand makes its way slowly back to my ass where he begins to gently spank me.<br />The strikes are more like pats but begin to increase in strength.<br />I feel the heat building within me.<br />I can imagine the redness of my flesh under his hand.<br />I wiggle and push back even though each sting of his hand increases in pain.<br />I can't help it I want more.<br />My flesh feels alive, tingling, flushed with heat.<br />All too soon he stops and pulls me tight against him.<br />I feel his hardness pushing against my ass.<br />I push back but he stills me with a firm grip on my hips.<br />"Not yet" He says.<br />And his hand moves back up to caress my belly, his fingers slipping into the front of my panties teasing me as they quickly slide back out.<br />He pulls my panties down the rest of the way tossing them aside.<br />His hands now roam free his fingers softly tickling the inside of my thigh, grazing across my clit and then quickly away.<br />He cups his hand between my legs, one finger slipping briefly between my lips feeling my wetness.<br />I wiggle wanting more but he holds me where I am.<br />His hand tightens slightly, "this is mine along with the rest of you, I know you want more but right now I am enjoying my exploration. This may be all you get. I havent' decided if I will allow you more or if I will use you today. Perhaps I will just tease you today and use you tomorrow."<br />I whimper, pushing into his hand.<br />"Be good and I may change my mind and use you sooner rather than later although I do like the thought of you walking around all day with wet panties."<br />"Please Master" I whisper.<br />"We shall see." he said as he thrust two fingers deep inside me and then quickly removed them.<br />I whimpered and groaned knowing that it was going to be along day.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-83129060613534720952009-02-01T08:24:00.006-05:002009-02-01T09:18:10.966-05:00Cage Of My Own Making<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyK01v2jOfbmlZuBdEshAKYVsPEPrZMEJWGz5xbh0YfXBa0_V5pUu9BirBOGK4gR25iSSGdFW4WMDoy0u7TELZgpBZKNJQP79Qslu8njDle1i2wze_hFUaIB9EekFpW8X6LtF4dOrgBM/s1600-h/Trapped+%5B04%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyK01v2jOfbmlZuBdEshAKYVsPEPrZMEJWGz5xbh0YfXBa0_V5pUu9BirBOGK4gR25iSSGdFW4WMDoy0u7TELZgpBZKNJQP79Qslu8njDle1i2wze_hFUaIB9EekFpW8X6LtF4dOrgBM/s200/Trapped+%5B04%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297829295409712514" border="0" /></a>It's so interesting how the mind works. I find that when I break a rule or misbehave in some way I wind up punishing myself far more than Master ever could. I dwell on it, try to figure out the motive behind it, try to see if there is some unconscious thought behind it. Then I just wind up making myself miserable and in my head. As I've said before, I think too much.<br /><br />I have to state that it doesn't only happen within the context of my relationship with Master, its something I struggle with in other aspects of my life as well. So how to break this cycle? Well I guess its about forgiveness. Forgiveness of self. Not always an easy thing to do.<br /><br />I am hard on myself. When I mess up I internalize it, which I know is self destructive. Maybe it stems from childhood with an overcritical family. Whatever it is I need to learn to let go. Ahh there we go, forgiveness and surrender, my two biggest challenges in life.<br /><br />I know that when I struggle and go through my internal battle with whatever task or situation I am in with Master, I rail and scream and then give in and surrender, realizing the freedom in it. But then later when I think back on it I beat myself up about the process. Okay not always, but occasionally. I think it depends on the situation or how hard the surrender was for me. Sometimes I surrender when I have an "ah ha" moment when something clicks and it makes sense, other times its just about me letting go and trusting...thats when I think I have the hardest time. Then I struggle to forgive myself the battle, for some reason assuming that just because I've been a slave for a long time I should automatically just give in, my personality should change and surrender should come easy.<br /><br />Or maybe its not about forgiveness and its just about surrender without judgment. Its so easy to talk or think about just letting these thoughts and feelings pass through my head without judgment. It would also be healthier than what I do. To just acknowledge that I have these feelings, that they are there, that its okay and move on. Surrendering to the thoughts and realizing the freedom in not having to label them or process them or figure them out...just letting them be.<br /><br />Perhaps for me, I have to go through forgiveness to get to this place where I can watch without judgement. Forgive myself the need to label and analyze things, then watch as the labels disappear when I don't give them the significance that they once had. Breaking free of the cage of my own making, not the chains that bind me to Master but the ones I've forged on my own.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-49881168284453957002009-01-28T06:26:00.003-05:002009-01-28T06:54:17.755-05:00Broken Rules<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7z0Oqc_moDzLH8n7gwlAeRxt25CEDQya2abMnGVC2l3K64_nrzg66mX6MQLDneJ5X_2f-uTa6sb30-ZX85E7omKzvdtx26Bmfc8w8Pvj8MaxSSeRXs0aLEFGL6FX7it6mR8yAuIkPSc/s1600-h/528952-sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7z0Oqc_moDzLH8n7gwlAeRxt25CEDQya2abMnGVC2l3K64_nrzg66mX6MQLDneJ5X_2f-uTa6sb30-ZX85E7omKzvdtx26Bmfc8w8Pvj8MaxSSeRXs0aLEFGL6FX7it6mR8yAuIkPSc/s200/528952-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296311588674557794" border="0" /></a>I haven't been the best slave recently, I've broken one of my main rules (cursing) at least 3 times in the last 2 days. It's like my brain shut off and I can't stop myself. I do it, I realize I just messed up and I hope that Master didn't catch it. Of course he always does. I'm not sure what's going on, I know this is a hard rule for me but I'm usually not this bad. The other piece is that when I would slip up before I would acknowledge it and apologize immediately, now I cross my fingers that he didn't hear it. Whats up with that?<br /><br />When I sit back and analyze it I get all in my head and get even more confused. Do I want to be punished? Am I unconsciously pushing a limit to see what happens? Is it truly just a slip up? Is there just a thing?<br /><br />I don't know, I just know something has to change. I feel like I've been walking around with my head in the clouds. Maybe that's why its happening, I'm looking for grounding. Life has been quite chaotic (well more than usual) and my head has been spinning with questions I just don't have the answers to, or maybe I do and just don't want to listen to them.<br /><br />Maybe these small acts of defiance are my subconscious mind seeking grounding. A way to get out of my head and back in my body. Or maybe I'm using it as a way to escape (not in a good way more in an avoidance way) what's going on in my head hoping that my "slip ups" will lead to physical punishment that will help me avoid my mental junk.<br /><br />Or maybe I just think too much.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-61623359176176706982009-01-18T23:37:00.004-05:002009-01-19T00:22:29.824-05:00Happily Content<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQ0qCxnKVR6f-HY0a3j3YpHGSm4SpU-j8uNWkf6q9cMiU2FQPPziAE1yuTO8XpWIZDAEEV86WLSqvo7nWKDT8_qlZB9gDmGMHWVXh5Re4muJBHhxDrcqzA0orOHafPt5e4_LrPg8N7XQ/s1600-h/flogger1_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQ0qCxnKVR6f-HY0a3j3YpHGSm4SpU-j8uNWkf6q9cMiU2FQPPziAE1yuTO8XpWIZDAEEV86WLSqvo7nWKDT8_qlZB9gDmGMHWVXh5Re4muJBHhxDrcqzA0orOHafPt5e4_LrPg8N7XQ/s200/flogger1_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292868835775114514" border="0" /></a>I lay on the bed excitement and nervousness coursing through me. Master told me earlier that he was going to crop me later but you never know with him, he could have just been saying that to excite me and stir me up or he could have meant it. Lying there I was torn between hoping he meant it and nervous. I love Master's crop. I love the way it feels when the leather stings my ass with that sharp snap, I love it when he drags the tip of it across my body, or tickles my nipples with it. I know the pain it is capable of causing and yet I crave it.<br /><br />I heard Master enter the bedroom and my body tensed not knowing what to expect. I heard the whistle before I felt the sting and my body tensed, exactly what I knew it shouldn't do because it always hurt worse when it did. It wasn't Master's crop it was his flogger and it whistled in the air again and again as stung my back, my ass and the back of my thighs. I lay there willing myself to relax into the feeling but it was difficult. He ran his cool hand down my back every now and then admiring the color and just when I thought another round would begin I felt a familiar tickle on my back as Master ran his crop up my back and then down again. As it reached my ass I couldn't help from wiggle a little and then I felt its bite. Again and again rotating between the two Master whipped me until I looked like I had just stepped out of a tanning booth. The heat on my back increasing with each stoke. I waffled between pain and arousal not knowing whether I wanted him to stop and take me or keep going and prolong my torment.<br /><br />Master did stop eventually and lay down on the bed allowing me to hungrily lick, suck and worship his cock. I knelt beside him my ass within easy reach in case he wasn't finished cropping me. My body was pleasantly tingling from the beating and feeling Masters hardness between my lips was making me squirm with desire. I wanted him inside me but knew I was going to have to wait. As I tended to my task I felt a tickle between my thighs and Master told me to open my legs for him. I obeyed and was rewarded by the feeling of the leather tip of Masters crop grazing my clit. I gasped and began moving my hips back and forth. He slid the leather further between my legs making me straddle the crop and then he began to slide it back and forth in time with my hips creating a lovely friction against my clit, the feel of the shalft gliding between my legs as I coated it in my slick wetness. Master only allowed a slight pressure driving me crazy making me want to ride it harder, and getting me wetter.<br /><br />Master praised me telling me what a good slut I was, telling me how he wanted me really wet which was no problem with his crop riding me to the edge. Finally he pulled his cock out of my mouth, smacked my ass and told me to climb on top. I quickly jumped up and impaled myself on his cock, driving him deep within me. I faced away from him my hands between his legs as he thrust in and out of me riding me using my hips as handles, and occasionally gripping my ass hard and giving it a smack. My long curly hair dangled in my face as he road me hard making me feel wild and wanton. I struggled to hold back until I heard him quietly tell me to come for him, and I did, so quickly in fact it was almost defiant. I moaned and bucked as my orgasm ripped through my body and I felt him empty himself inside me. I was sweaty and sore but I was happily content as I collapsed lying there panting, Master still deep inside me.Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-90697562252981335762009-01-15T17:41:00.007-05:002009-01-15T21:16:53.787-05:00Another RantOkay I usually don't like spouting about my political views but I am stunned by this latest "gift" from the current and thankfully soon to be gone administration. Apparently in December the Bush administration pass a rule limiting the rights of patients to receive complete and accurate reproductive health information when they visit a federally funded health care provider. It would allow individual health care providers to redefine abortion to include the most common forms of birth control and then refuse to provide these basic services. WTF!(sorry Master I will take any punishment for that one it is the only way to express the outrage I am feeling at this moment).<br /><br />How does this affect me you may wonder? Well now anti-choice medical staff can withhold information about abortion, birth control and sex education from their patients. Facilities that receive federal funding such as Planned Parenthood will have to certify that they will not refuse to hire nurses and other providers who object to abortion and even certain types of birth control. So now a doctor who opposes pre-marital sex could refuse to provide a prescription or even information about emergency contraception to an unmarried woman.<br /><br />Planned Parenthood is currently filing a lawsuit asking the court to invalidate this administrative regulation. But this will unfortunately not be an easy fight. Planned Parenthood is also asking the Obama administration to overturn this ruling immediately. You can sign a petition to reverse this action <a href="http://www.ppaction.org/campaign/hhsdec08_pporg?qp_source=hhsdec08_mys">here</a>.<br /><br />For any health provider to intentionally withhold information about any treatment options from a patient for any health condition is absolutely unconscionable under any circumstances. It’s outrageous that President Bush used his last days in office to implement a rule that would limit the rights of patients to receive complete and accurate reproductive health information and the sad part is that so many people aren't even aware that it happened! I mean its half way through January and I just found out about it! Please get the word out and help overturn this absurd ruling.<br /><br />To read the NY times article from Nov. 2008 about this <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/18/washington/18abort.html?_r=1&hp">click here</a><br /><br />For more links to articles about this <a href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/issues-action/birth-control/stop-president-bushs-massive-sellout-womens-health-care-21522.htm">click here</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span>Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362743264716367263.post-58818906908838164422009-01-14T13:38:00.004-05:002009-02-01T07:42:31.941-05:00Communication<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8q7y5F83DF5Q814EkWRJl2PulXEcWbe94h8uDv514hANcV4t4C2g8d_zOa6XSxqIyBNN-o8TB4Ey5l-gckAtsaLIPrwudHondfSEyQhOyiANdZGHEFLtZEvNCAk1MZ1p7MBqeEF4WcU/s1600-h/modelpopsNAT1003_800x775.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8q7y5F83DF5Q814EkWRJl2PulXEcWbe94h8uDv514hANcV4t4C2g8d_zOa6XSxqIyBNN-o8TB4Ey5l-gckAtsaLIPrwudHondfSEyQhOyiANdZGHEFLtZEvNCAk1MZ1p7MBqeEF4WcU/s200/modelpopsNAT1003_800x775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297808382149146594" border="0" /></a>It seems that communication, or lack of communication has been stirring up a lot of people's relationships recently. There are blog posts, and board topics popping up everywhere about it...maybe its the time of year for this type of thing but it's interesting that so many people are dealing with this issue right now. Personally I think the stress of the holidays and the economic crisis facing the country and hitting all of our wallets is a huge contributing factor but nevertheless, I think communication issues are things that plague all relationships again and again.<br /><br />I really try to communicate right away with Master when something starts to bother me or nag at me but sometimes I just can't seem to find the words. That's when I get in my head. Is it me? Did I do something? Then I reverse it with thoughts of , its just lack of sleep, its no big deal, I'm sure this will just pass. Either way I go round and round until I get the guts to say something and then it usually turns out to be nothing that a quick 2 minute conversation would have satisfied instead of spending days arguing with myself about whether or not to say something. Silly me.<br /><br />Then there are the times when I just can't seem to find the nerve to bring something up in person but I can write about it. I'll send Master an e-mail, or post something here. Not the most direct type of communication, and not the most wise either but its a step. At least I'm getting it out when before I would just sit on it and stew. Its interesting, for someone so open about so many things I can also be very closed and guarded. But that's learned behavior from past experiences, and its a tough habit to break but I also know I have to try because when you close off communication you just create more problems.<br /><br />I also find that there are times that I think I have the guts to bring something up but then I feel that it might not be the right time for Master. It might seem to me that he has too much on his plate at the moment and doesn't need to "deal" with my insecurities or issues so I keep my mouth shut (well at least for talking!) but now I'm wondering if I just shouldn't at least ask if its a good time to talk or mention that something is bothering me and see if its a good time. If I try to play mind reader and get it wrong, I could be getting myself in more trouble and asking seems like a much better alternative.<br /><br />Then there are the other kinds of communication issues which are really about the way in which we communicate. For example I am a fixer by nature, if you talk to me and present me with a problem or issue you are having I will feel compelled to "fix" it. I am really learning how to just sit back and listen and not always offer advice or to at least ask if they want any advice but it tough. It's particularly tough when it comes to communication with Master.<br /><br />Its a rough balance for me to know if I'm crossing the line into being cocky, bossy and demanding or just trying to be helpful. I know its all about tone, body language etc but that's not always easy when you are writing an e-mail, and its sometimes even difficult on the phone. I don't believe I've actually crossed that particular line (yet) but I really work at it.<br /><br />I can be quite passionate about things and I do get rather wound up about certain topics, and in that regard Master has had to reign me in and tell me to chill. It's my tone more than my comments, unless of course I lapse into a stream of cursing, which does happen and gets me in a ton of trouble. Of course once in that mode it's not always so easy to turn that off, but I try.<br /><br />Then there is the fact that I'm just a sarcastic and playful person. I don't do it to be disrespectful and do try to reign it in under certain circumstances but sometimes I just can't help myself and something slips out, but its usually meant in a fun light. (Good thing Master has a sense of humor!) Although if I'm tired or not feeling well I can be very short, or snarky in my comments which usually gets me a look or worse.<br /><br />Communication is hard work, no wonder we struggle with it!Masters slavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03964258891331823479noreply@blogger.com0