Weekend fucktoy....

What do you pack when you get a trip away as a birthday present?

I suppose that would depend on the destination.

For me?? It was a kink-friendly, Dungeon/ Bed and Breakfast long weekend away.

Required packing therefore included corsets, sex toys, whips, chains, rope, dildo's, vibrators, blindfolds, crops and many other things I am sure I didn't even get to see.

This venue is like no other that I know of.

Imagine if you will,  private bedroom, with adjoining fully-equipped dungeon. En-suite. And double french doors out to a private garden complete with a St Andrews cross, cage and an old fashioned barber's type chair.

Sound like heaven yet??

Now add a private maid, well versed in all things kink, at our beck and call 24 hours of the day while we were there.

Cooked breakfast every morning.

Access to a library filled to the brim with kinky books.

A large screen TV, and enough porn to last me 5 years.

Sound like something out of a kink fairy tale?? It was.

Want more??

One of our hosts was a professional photographer.

This is one of over 150 images I came home with. 34 of those Sir and I picked as our favourites.

I am a very lucky slut.

I had one of the best weekends of my life.

I was toyed with.
Treated like a fucktoy.
Beaten.
Teased.
Wore a chastity belt for the first time in my life.
Was chained naked in a dungeon.

All thanks to my Sir, who purchased the weekend away as a birthday present. Can't think of a present I have enjoyed more.

Thank you Sir. I love you, always.

Caught in a school uniform...kinky style...

I blogged in my last post that I missed the control by way of tasks.

Sir hasn't been one (in the past) to assign me tasks. And it is something I do occasionally miss, but more often than not am grateful for.
While I enjoyed the finished product so to speak, more often than not I found them to be time consuming when I didn't have time, and distracting when I was busy.

Yes, I am aware this is probably sounding like the complete opposite of what I have said in a few recent posts, but it comes after some soul searching about which tasks I liked and which I hated.

I did enjoy the simple tasks, the writing on the body, the denial of underwear, things that were easily done in a second during the day.
The others...meh, not so much.

Sir text me today that He was horny, so, in usual Sassy style, I took a pic of my tits with "this help?" written on my abdomen.
I was in a provocative mood..so sue me.

Texts when back and forth for a little while, and one contained the idea that we could cam online together...this was me eager to watch Sir touching His cock, and watching Him cum for me...something I love.

I then hinted I was prepared to stay home tonight from a casual get together that was organised if He wanted to make the drive to my place.....more teasing, I know.

It was like a switch had been flipped, I then was instructed to take a pic of me fingering my cunt, while wearing a school dress, and it just so happens, I have one of those I save for special occasions.

Task underway, I went to the bedroom with my iPhone and Laptop and got changed, leaving off the underwear and did as I was told.
The next instruction was to find my oldest bra and put it on.
Cutting the cups to make a peephole bra was the idea, as I soon found out.
Pic sent, I was then told to finger myself, and report as to how wet I was.
I guess by this point you could have called it 'sexting'

Before I knew it, I had porn on the laptop, phone in hand, texting Sir while playing with my cunt.

I heard the front door open and dived for my dressing gown, thinking in horror I was about to have to explain why I was wearing a peep hole bra, no panties, a short SHORT, unbuttoned school dress and white socks an hour before I had to collect the kids from school.
I just had a hand on the gown and Sir appeared at the bedroom door.

Unceremoniously thrown back on the bed, I was then shown who was Boss, and what happens when you tease and poke a sleeping bear.

A surprise visit, some rough sex, some knife play to remove my bra, and the result was me needing a shower before school pick up.

I think Sir found out today why I love those pic tasks so much, and He saw first hand what it does to me.

I like mine kinky.....

I have used been told to use clothes pins (pegs to all the Aussies) on my nipples.

I have had them pinched by fingers.

I have had them bitten.

I have had them sucked.

I have had them sucked into large syringe type things with suction play.

Up until a few weeks ago...I had never had the pleasure of using nipple clamps.

Sir surprised me mid play by putting nipple clamps on me.

I will say, previous to that, I was nervous about the thought of them, having heard stories of how much they hurt...and having never been one to enjoy nipple play in the past. But, I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it.

Feeling Sir yank on the chain sent a direct fizzle of excitement straight to the clit...leaving me feeling decidedly "clenchy" on the inside.

(Boys...this is the female equivalent of being so hard it hurts.)

My cunt actually clenches involuntarily looking for something to grip onto.

Only issue I had with the clamps was they never seemed to be tight enough and with a little tug, they slipped off.

I went shopping the next day for a set of clover clamps. Needless to say...the shop I went to didn't have any.

But they did have this very pretty pair with beads and danglies.

The past couple of weeks have been hectic, both of us busy, both of us sick with the winter cough and cold that seems standard, and up until last night, they hadn't been used.

Last night Sir was in an unusual mood.
I had been particularly cheeky, teasing Him on and off during the day, but when the kids had all been put to bed...I was about to pay for the Sassy mood I had been in.( why these moods surprise Him, I will never know. He knew me as Sassy before He knew my real name. Surely the name gives a clue??)

He teased me a little, yanking my hair, being rough, calling me all those names I love to hear out of HIS mouth.....then He asked me what I wanted.

I was a little hesitant to answer, but the yank on the hair and Him repeating the question had me sure He was waiting for an answer...and quickly.

It is something that I am not entirely comfortable with.
I feel like it shouldn't be about what I want, but having said that, I do understand the reasoning that He cannot always know how I am feeling. He points out to me that even when I answer those types of questions...this is no guarantee that I will get what I ask for. I can tell Him I want a cup of coffee....but I may get tea instead. I still get a hot drink, just not what it is I am craving.

"Please Sir...may I have the nipple clamps, the butt plug, the hitachi and the blindfold?"

I didn't get the blindfold, but I was face down anyway.

I did get the butt plug...but not the small one I was expecting.

I did get the nipple clamps, but not until I was "whimpering and pleading" permission to cum.

(Sir has really taken a liking to making me beg for permission and denying me for what seems like forever before granting it)

I was borderline finding out what punishment I would receive for cumming after I had been told not to when the clamps went on. It was instantaneous and involuntary. I was on the edge in seconds.

Some more "whimpering and pleading" later.... the hitachi went on my clit, while Sir fucked me.. I had the clamps on my nipples and the butt plug up my arse.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
I also thought I may pass out from the strength of the orgasm I was finally allowed to have.

Most girls like jewellery. I like mine kinky.....

Please Sir...may I cum??

It has been no secret that I have had issues with orgasms in the past.

To put it bluntly... I didn't.
I did by myself..but never with a partner.

I do now.
Insert big cheesy grin

They require a little time and patience, but I do get there.

Do I have an orgasm every time Sir and I have sex??
No.

There are times when He takes what He pleases (which I love) and vaginal sex is not something I can orgasm from.
I need direct clitoral stimulation.
Vibrator or tongue. Fingers don't seem to do the job since I got my clit hood pierced.

Last night was a first for me.

Some snuggling in bed after the kids were asleep turned into me getting my nipples pinched and pulled, which evolved into some violet wand play which left me wriggling on the bed like a fish out of water, which then turned into me getting oral sex.

It is not something I was ever really comfortable with before, but since I get orgasms...it is high up there on the favourites list now.

Sir has come to know my body and reactions very well...He knows exactly where to lick, suck and touch to get me to orgasm.
Last night however...things were a little different.

The norm for me is to ask permission before orgasm, which is something like

"Sir..please may I cum?"

To which I normally get a "Yes, you may"

Last night I got a "No you can't"

The sassy cheeky devil in my head said "What the fuck? You have GOT to be kidding. NO??"

The actual sound that came out was "Ohhhhhhhhh god"

Sir stopped licking that exact spot for all of about 30 seconds and went right back at it.

I asked again.

Again He said No.

And again, and again, and again.

By this point I wanted to cry. Part of me wanted to cum so bad it was hurting and the other part was wondering if I DID get permission, would I even be able to at this point?
I am damn sure He could hear the begging in my voice as I repeatedly asked permission, only to be denied.
He rose above me and began to fuck me, whispering in my ear that He owned my orgasms, and I was not allowed to cum until He said, telling me I was His dirty slut, pulling my hair back, hand at throat, all the things He knew would turn me on more and more.
Then He went back to licking me, getting me right back to where I had been on the edge for what seemed like an eternity.

I asked yet again, this time to finally be granted permission, but I had asked about 25 licks too soon, and it felt like I was never going to get over that edge.
Sir's knowledge of my body was on show as He felt me on the edge and pushed the button I needed pushed...sending me into space.

It went on and on and on and on and on until I wanted to cry from the exquisite pain I was in.

I then got fucked hard. Hard enough that I thought I would have trouble walking today.

I had my first lesson on Orgasm denial. I am not entirely sure I liked it, but I guess thats not the point is it?

Kneeling for Sir...

Sir and I found out earlier today that we get most of the weekend together with no kids.
School holidays start for us this Friday, and my kids are gone for a week with their father, so for once.. I do not have to rush home before our weekend is over.


Chatting earlier tonight, Sir called me a smart arse, then proceeded to tell me my arse will smart over the weekend.


Part of me sighed with relief that we will get some play time... part of me then knew I needed to explain to Sir what was going on in my head, so He can make the decisions with all the facts.


Sometimes I feel like it is easier to write things down as if I am telling a stranger, rather than tell Him direct...a little like letting Him peek inside my mind without me feeling like I am topping from the bottom.


His response to the thought of peeking inside my head 


"I  try but sometimes I need a miners lamp, a machete and a big bottle of holy water"


I am going to make the assumption He was being smart and not serious. I like to think I am a fairly simple kinda gal, straight forward and blunt, without the neurosis some women have.


Either way... He is qualified to dip around in there and the machete and holy water are only optional navigation aides.


I am absolutely looking forward to some serious play time...it feels like it has been forever. (I do know it hasn't really been thaaaat long)


But you know what??? 


More than anything I am craving a mental fuck.
I want Him inside my head, teasing and tormenting me with words, pushing me to the edge, making me a quivering, sobbing mess of emotional woman on her knees.


I may or may not also want a light touch of a flogger or two, maybe the crop if I get warmed up first, possibly some hitachi torture.... I really don't know what it is I want, and it matters little anyway, what happens will not be my choice, BUT, It is not the physical pain I am craving.


It is the mental feeling of being put in my place.


On my knees.


His property, to play with as He pleases.


At at the end of the play.. I can relish the feeling of being 'spent' and know it pleases Him to see me like that.

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She walks through the door, pulling her case behind her, handbag slung over one shoulder and a weary look on her face.
She sees Him standing in the kitchen, the aroma of dinner cooking makes her stomach rumble in hunger, He walks towards her, beer in hand, a smile on His face. Dropping the handbag on the floor, she wraps her arms around Him, holding tight, relishing in the feel of His body against hers, her head rests on His chest, it is the feeling of being home.
 No amount of contact mid week makes up for the feeling of being in His arms, drawing on His strength, taking a deep breath, inhaling the essence that is Him.
He leads her to the kitchen, placing His beer on the counter, she is tired, but excited to be there, eager to have time with Him.

He wraps her in His arms again, kissing her, holding her tight, she relaxes into Him. It feels like home when He is close. A hand wraps around her ponytail, twisting it gently as He kisses her, playfully tugging it softly.
Without warning, her head is pulled back sharply, the gentle hand has disappeared. He is forceful, there are no illusions that if she resists, that the hand will pull harder, sharper, forcing her head back, exposing her neck, holding her firmly in place. His other hand grabs her under the chin, holding her still as His lips take what they want, His tongue pillaging in her mouth, teeth biting her lips. His mouth moves to her ear, whispering softly
'Take your things to the bedroom my little fucktoy, you know where they belong, you have 3 minutes to be back here minus your shoes and with your collar in your hand'

Her weariness has disappeared, not knowing what is coming next, knowing that if He were to put His hand inside her panties, she would be dripping wet already, she rushes to do as she is asked.
Slightly less than 3 minutes later, she re-appears as ordered, collar in hand, bare feet on the cool tiles.
He looks at the floor at His feet, she kneels instantly, hands together in front of her, offering Him the collar she holds. He ignores the collar, takes hold of her hair, again pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at Him.

She can smell the control, see it written on His face, feel it in the strength of His hands in her hair. He says nothing, just looks at her face, reading the tiredness, the excitement and the fear of not knowing what is coming next, He takes hold of the collar, all the while looking at her face, still saying nothing.

The hand disappears from her hair, her head dropping forward. He places the collar around her neck, buckling it tight. When He is sure it is fastened to His liking, a fistful of her hair makes her aware she is expected to stand. In one smooth movement, she stands and is spun around to face the nearest wall in seconds, with no time to brace her hands against the wall, her face is pressed to the plaster, His hips holding her in place. With one hand in her hair, and the other around her throat, His body pressing her tight against the wall, she feels her cunt drip in excitement.

'Tonight my little slut, you will do as I ask, when I ask, how I ask and all without complaint, do you understand me??'

'Yes Sir, I do' she says, as she feels her cunt clench, drip and throb.

'Go and sit down, dinner is ready' He says

She sits as she is told, this food will give her the necessary energy for what comes next, something she has a feeling she may need......

Controlling me..

I have been doing some reading on Orgasm Control and Conditioning.

In the past, I have laughed at Doms who have told me that they are into Orgasm Control/Denial and that they wanted to try it on me.
I laughed because they even thought there was a remote possibility that they would get close enough to me that they would get the opportunity to make me cum, and secondly, because in the past I didn't cum.
I could orgasm on my own, but not with a partner.
Not with them watching me, not with them in the same room, not when they could hear me, just couldn't do it.

The weekend before surgery was an interesting weekend for me.
Sir spent the weekend at my house, it was our first weekend together, the first time we had slept in the same bed, the first time we had been intimate since I told Him that I loved Him, the first time we explored 'real' kink together.
It was also the first time I had cum for a man in person for the longest time.
The first one snuck up on me, and I can remember thinking that I would get to the edge and not tip over, and before I knew it...over I went. Tears followed of course. The rest of the night passed in a bit of a blur.
Sir then introduced me to the pleasure of morning sex the next day, which resulted in yet another orgasm for me, also another sneaky one.

I then had surgery, and all things penetrative went on the back burner. Nothing like having your uterus removed to interrupt the beginnings of a wonderful sex life!!
The problem was... now knowing I could have an orgasm, turned me into a sex mad nympho.. all of a sudden I couldn't get enough. Here was me with the top of my cervix stitched shut and begging Sir to 'just put it in a little'.
I have had orgasms since. And I know it is only the beginning, but since that weekend, I have found out something interesting.
I can orgasm... but not without asking permission and receiving the go-ahead.
This is not a rule, nor is it something we have ever talked about.
But the weekend I was allowed to drive again, I went to Sir's and we played a little (without penetration, no matter how much I begged for it). He had me tied to the bed, with vibrating clamps on my clit and between those and some oral, I was on the edge for the longest time.... finally it occurred to me that He might be pleased if I asked permission to cum. So I did. He waited a little, but when I heard the words 'you may' That was it...over I went.
At home the following week,  I was reading some erotica, and found myself wanting to masturbate, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't reach an orgasm, so I sent Sir a text message asking permission.
Now it is second nature to ask first, something I thought would never happen to me.


I am now curious about whether it would be possible to teach me to cum on command... hmmmmm.
More exploration on that required me thinks....

Bound to the chair..

He leads me by the hand to the centre of the room.

There is a chair. It is settled right in the middle of the room, centred, as if waiting for a spotlight to be shone onto it.

The house is quiet, he says little to me, as he walks to the corner.
He reaches into a bag and turns back to face me, rope in hand.

I look from the rope to his face, back to the rope and again to his face.

He gives nothing away with his expressions, but I know there is a calm about him tonight that I do not often see, this calm almost frightens me. If the trust wasnt there, I would be seriously worried.

I cock my head, watching him, reading his body, watching his movements.

I smile, I have realised what is different..... tonight he is in total control.

Whether I like it or not, tonight is for him, about what he wants, when he wants....his dominance has burst through.

He walks towards me, I look up at him, he has the rope in his hands and a look of total control on his face.

He firmly pushes me to the chair, making me sit, naked, legs open.

He binds me with the rope....across my breasts and stomach, tying me to the chair, stopping occasionally to pull on my hard nipples, twisting the piercings.

The feel of the rope across my skin is sensual, yet firm and binding, I cannot move and yet the more rope he uses, the wetter I am getting.

It is not long before the chair beneath me has a small puddle, leaking from between my open legs...

He walks from the room, coming back minutes later with another chair.

He places the chair in front of mine...facing each other, about 5 feet apart.

He sits, watching me, saying nothing.

I begin to wriggle, wanting something, not knowing what he has planned.

He opens his jeans, taking his cock out, showing it to me, showing me how hard it is, but still says nothing.

He begins to stroke it, watching me the whole time. I cannot take my eyes off his cock, watching his stroke it turns me on...it wishes it was me being allowed to stroke it, touch it, worship it.

It is not long before he stands, walking towards me, he runs his hand up and down the shaft right before my eyes.... occasionally wiping it across my cheek, letting the tip brush my lips, and yet the minute my tongue comes out for a taste, he moves it out of reach.

My pussy is aching, feeling empty, it is clenching looking for something inside it, wanting that cock buried deep.

He takes hold of my ponytail, holding my head at a strange angle, showing me that I am there for his use, his playtoy tonight.

He uses one hand to tap his cock against my lips, letting me taste him, my tongue slipping into the slit on the tip, tasting the precum, wishing for more.

He takes hold of my jaw, opening my mouth, holding my head still as I look up at him.

He pushes his cock deep to the back of my throat, gagging me, making me choke. He holds it there, showing me it is HIS choice how this will happen, when HE is ready, on HIS terms.

He alternates between letting me worship his cock with my tongue and lips to taking control and face fucking me, pushing it deep, making sure the drool drips from my chin, my eyes black with the makeup tears.

His voice is in my ear as his cock is in my throat, telling me all the things he wants to do to me, how he intends to use me, take me, make me his.

He takes control again, moving back to look at my face while he jerks himself off in front of me...looking at the damage he has done, the tear trails, the precum wiped all over my cheeks, the drool on my chin and dripping down onto my breasts....it is like he is surveying the damage, to see if I can be pushed further.

I am desperate for his cock, I am after all, his little cum slut, never getting enough of him, the taste of him, his cum in me, on me, tasting it, wearing it, watching it...I cannot get enough.

He feeds me his cock once more, making sure that he can see my eyes as it pushes down the back of my throat, choking me, my eyes beginning to water once again.....

He pulls back..his hand holding my chin, forcing my head upwards, as he cums on my face...leaving me wearing the evidence of his control, and leaving me in a puddle, bound to the chair.

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The rhythm of the 2 cocks inside her make the wetness run faster down her thighs, the drool running down her chin, they are using her, taking from her what they wish.
The cock in her pussy is fucking her hard, pounding, his hands alternating between gripping her hips and slapping her arse cheeks, maintaining the redness her Sir had left there earlier.

Both cocks suddenly leave her, she gasps for air and moans, wishing they had given her more.

Hands touch her body, moving her, positioning her, making her straddle the stranger, his cock disappearing again into her pussy, as she is pushed forwards, Sir's hands pinching and twisting her nipples.

Sirs voice is in her ear, telling her to ride the cock hard as his hands play all over her body.
She feels a cold wetness against her arse. She gasps, knowing Sir has just lubed her arse for his cock.

A finger enters her arse as the cock she sits on thrusts hard up into her. She bites her bottom lip, knowing this is something she has always wanted to try and never had the opportunity.
One finger becomes two, and they slide in and out of her, finger fucking her arse, getting her ready for his cock.
Sir leans down, biting her shoulder,  sinking his teeth into her deep, as his cock enters her arse.

She groans in pain as they push her limits.
She feels full, they settle there, not moving, allowing her to adjust to the cocks buried deep inside her.
She takes deep breaths, knowing their patience will not last much longer.
Sir's teeth bite back into her shoulder as the strangers hands move to pluck her nipples, and their cocks begin to move again.

She closes her eyes, reaching up and backwards, placing her arms around Sir's neck as she lets Him lead her on this new and wonderful journey.......

If only I had asked....

Ever had one of those most absolutely wonderful moments in your life where half of what you did went past you so quick you missed it??

Or that you were enjoying it so much that it was just over way too soon??

And that even though you loved every second of it, that something happened which ended it too soon and you feel the slight sting of disappointment that it ended so abruptly??

I had one of those moments.

I was so far into subspace that I can barely remember anything except feeling like I was floating along, hardly knowing my name, thinking words were coming from my mouth and yet I was getting no reaction, so possibly they were really just thoughts and not actual words.

I remember the blindfold going on.
I remember my hands being bound behind my back...wrist to elbows I think.
I remember being hit with a stick like you get on a childs balloon, the stingy strike making me draw breath.
I remember being asked colors....what was the safeword? what color was I up to?
I remember His cock in my mouth, and me feeling like a newborn child nuzzling at it, trying to get it into my mouth without hands to assist.
I remember wanting His cock in my arse.
I remember feeling like I was about to come.
I remember a sharp pain, and me grabbing His wrist unconsciously, stopping myself from saying the safeword, just holding it still until I could get a deep breath or two and then letting go. I didn't need the safeword, I just needed a breath.

I remember it then ended all too soon.
I remember feeling like I wanted to cry, that it was my fault it stopped so soon.
I remember being in the bathroom with a glass of Coke and a glass filled with M & M's.
I remember the look on His face at the thought that He had hurt me.
I wont ever forget any of it.
The scene itself may fade over time, other memories of sessions yet to come to take their place, but I will never forget the feeling of knowing I was - at that exact moment in time...someone important, someone cared for in a way that I have never felt before....anywhere, and with someone who is just as important to me as I am to them.

I remember the next morning, just wanting to get on my knees and start the day off properly.
I will never forget wishing I had asked if I could...instead of sitting there wishing He would tell me to.

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His hard cock sits touching the very entrance of my cunt, not entering, but letting me know it is right there, ready to fuck me.

He voice growls softly in my ear..

"Ask your Master nicely my kitty, tell your Master how much you want His cock and where you want it"

My head drops to the bed, face turning red, wanting His cock to fuck me badly but hating it when He makes me speak, beg, ask for it.

"Please Master" I say in a soft voice, muffled by the bed.

"Louder my kitty, you know what I want, if you don't do as I ask, you get nothing"

"I am begging you Master, please fuck me with your cock"

His cock enters my cunt, just the tip, then stops.

"Where do you want my cock kitty??" His voice deep, compelling, the forceful tone making sure I am aware this is not a polite request.

He tips me over the edge I have been balanced on for over an hour, being teased, tormented and used for His pleasure. My head lifts from the bed, the redness in my face disappearing as something inside me takes over, I turn, looking at Him over my shoulder.

My eyes telling Him that He just pushed that invisible button inside me He has been chasing.

I shoot Him an evil look, my mouth opens ....

"Fuck me Master, take the cunt you own and use it, don't be gentle"

His cock slams deep inside me, pushing hard, between His cock and the butt plug He placed in my arse earlier, I feel full, expanded, and knowing I am about to push my luck I look at Him again, wanting to see the look on His face.......

He frowns at me, not sure of the look on my face. This is the first time He has seen me like this, in this odd mood.

"is that it??"

before I can register that I am thinking them, I hear the words exit my mouth.

He smiles, a slow evil smile, looking me right in the eye.

"Oh my kitty, you shall surely regret those words"

Butt Plugs and Hitachi's...

I have decided to get a little healthier, walk more often, eat better, that kind of thing.

NO actual diet so to speak, just a get ready for summer, bikini, trim down kinda thing.

So yesterday I said to Master I was going for a walk.

I was told that He had thought about making me wear the butt plug while I went, but this time I could just remove panties and go commando under the pants instead.

The damn kids distracted me, and about 10 minutes into the walk, I thought OH FUCK!!.

Panties were still on.

I debated about finding a public toilet, or other secluded area to remove them, but since I had a child with me, I decided against it, and just continued on with the walk.

When I returned home, I admitted that I had forgotten to remove them as I had been instructed to.

Damn that gene I have which doesnt allow for white lies or a slight misleading of the truth. I KNEW if I didnt admit to forgetting, that I would lay awake later in the night, until it got the better of me and I would have gotten out of bed, sent an email admitting to the fact that I had forgotten, and then I would be in SOOO much trouble for not admitting to it at the time, that punishment would be worse, so I just did it. I admitted I forgot.

I was then swiftly instructed to go and place the medium sized butt plug in.
Which, by the way, has been named Mr Burrows.
I have a Master Burrows, a Mr Burrows, and a PAPA Burrows, who is the DADDY of all butt plugs, or so my arse thinks. I am pretty sure I cringe when I even look at it in the toy bag.

I was also instructed to sit on a chair, or other surface every 5 minutes and bounce up and down.

I can hear you say "What the FUCK??"

I said that too, but I also know better than to argue, so instead I said "Yes Master" and did as I was told.

I will add at this stage, that for some unknown and highly unusual reason, I havent really been horny for about 2 weeks, which is when I saw Master last. And even more unusual is, I havent masturbated in all that time.

So to my surprise, this bouncing on the edge of the bed (due to children in every other available room) had me dripping wet and horny in about 3 bounces.

Anal sex is not one of the things I crave the most, and even as little as 3 months ago, was a dreaded thing at best. But one of those things I did JUST to please HIM.

This time I was aching for it, the feeling of this plug filling my arse, which is reserved for Master, and sitting at just such an angle that it moved as I bounced, slowly gliding in and out, and I soon worked out that if I tilted my hips at just the moment, that every time I moved downwards, that it caused my pussy to clench and before too long I was on the verge of my very first anal orgasm.

My 5 minutes bouncing was up, and I reported back as per normal, but added that all of a sudden I was horny, and I if in the case, that it seemed as if I had disappeared, that I could be found bouncing on the bed and was intending to let dinner burn until I had gotten myself off.

Wrong move.

The following instruction then appeared.

"well tonight you will make the aquaintance of the hitachi and whilst wearing the medium butt plug, fuck that cunt of yours hard until you come, thinking of your Masters cock in your arse"

Ohhhhhhhhhh Boy.

That statement alone had my pussy clenching that hard that I nearly came while standing there.

The thought of His cock in me, and the Hitachi on my clit, had me shivering, shaking, and wondering how soon I could bribe the kids into going to bed, or whether I might be able to lock them in a room with loud music to cover the noise of the Hitachi and the sound of me moaning.

Bedtime came, the porn got turned on, and I was set and ready to come, and determined to come hard.

Towel down ( I have been turned into a squirter) Hitachi plugged in, Butt plug at the ready, and I was set.

I was still wet from the earlier session with the butt plug, so I used the juices still running from me to lube the plug, and got it inserted. I also started playing with the hitachi, but was yet to switch it on, I was enjoying the porn I had on, before long I got to the point I flipped that switch.......

Within ohhhh, about a minute, maybe a minute and a half later, I unexpectedly found myself squirmed to the top of the bed, with my head pressed against the bed head, the Hitachi buried deep inside me, the butt plug half out of me and a uncontrollable urge to see if I could make myself cum again straight away.

4 orgasms later, I came back to earth, with the Hitachi vibrating on the bed between my legs, and the butt plug no where to be found.

I had all good intentions of getting up afterwards, and typing a post for the blog while the details were fresh and the pleasure still rolling through me, but after 5 orgasms in about the same amount of minutes, I was not leaving that bed for anything, and was all of a sudden glad Master wasnt there to make me get up and get Him something, cos all I managed to do was switch the tv off, push the hitachi off the side of the bed to land on the floor, and I rolled over and passed out.

I am pretty sure they werent anal orgasms, but I am now certainly looking forward to finally having one, something I never thought would ever happen, and if I truly think about it, I am pretty sure that anal sex was on the list of soft limits.......wonder how that happened......

Bitch in Heels

Tomorrow I have to collect one of the kids from their father after I finish work.

BUT...... This is not normal... NOR am I working in my normal job tomorrow.

My normal job uniform consists of baggy jeans, a t-shirt and boots. Under which is usually a g-string or less, and occasionally some sort of writing on my body to go with the piercings that no one sees but Master.

But tomorrow, I get to play dress ups so to speak.

I am working a temp job for the next few days, weeks, whichever the case may be.

Out go the baggy jeans...in come the skinny leg jeans, or the short skirts, or a dress, along with a low cut top or two, bend over to help a customer...show them the meagre cleavage I can scrape up, dangling enticingly right beneath their eyes, encased in red lace, or black...depending on the mood, while I kneel at their feet in what I know to be a submissive position, but to them is just a good angle to perv, it appeals to them, but they are not quite sure why.

I have a feeling tomorrow will be a horny day...all dressed up, make-up on, heavier than normal, almost bordering on slut like...and won't I enjoy collecting aforementioned child from their father, while dressed like he has never seen, wearing those 5 inch heels he used to tell me I couldn't buy. ( I now have 5 pairs of shoes in that height heel)

With any luck the sight of me dressed like that will remind him of what he can't have, of what I am giving away.

If this is sounding slightly vindictive....it is.

Earlier in the week he got all childish with his communication with me, and this is payback of the worst kind....the only thing that could make it better is if one of his friends hits on me when I collect the child....I am ever hopeful he will be standing close enough to hear if the other boys comment on my longer looking legs, or the fact I have trimmed down, or that they didnt know I had a body like that under those horrible clothes I normally wear to work, or that they have never seen me with make-up on before.

I know him well...I know he will "grin and bear it" while I am there, all the while seething with anger inside that I have gotten on with my life, and that I am coping ok without him, and with any luck, looking shit hot......He did predict I would be begging him to come back within 6 months.

Look out boys tomorrow...this bitch is on the prowl.

And of course...me being me, there is a song for every occasion

And here it is............ click to see what the mood for the day is

Yes, yet again I am showing my lack of grace and class, but Oh well!

OH...and Yes, those ARE my legs you see above.

horny and wanting....

An aching pussy.

A throbbing clit.

The feeling of needing to be filled.

Mouth watering at the thought of His cock filling it.

Arse clenching in readiness of the feeling of His hand spanking me hard.

I have not cum in 4 days.

And I am not allowed to cum before I see Him next.

I am wishing it was tomorrow.

I am dripping in readiness for Him to treat me how He wishes to.

I am horny to the point that if I wriggle just right in my tight jeans, that I think it may tip me over the edge.

I should have worn panties today, instead I have the seam of these jeans resting on the super sensitive clit thats begging for me to rub at it, pinch it, place the hitachi on it.....just something, anything that will make me cum, and yet I resist.

Because I was told not to.

I have no doubt that tomorrow morning I will wake up with my hand between my legs, rubbing at my clit.

Luckily its winter here in Australia and I can wear pj's that may stop me playing to the point I cum as I wake.

control me...

For some reason, I have had control on the brain since Friday last week when I was ordered to wear the butt plug out to a lunch date with my mother.


I also had "Master's Cunt" written across the pubic bone above a freshly waxed pussy.


I was horny all day.


I have had horny moments over the last 7 weeks, but I havent spent a WHOLE day horny like that since before Master went away.


It got me thinking about control....and I am not entirely sure I can effectively explain the thoughts going on in my head, but I will give it my best shot.


Control...as per a dictionary is listed as...
1. To exercise authoritative or dominating influence over; direct.
2. To adjust to a requirement; regulate: 
3. To hold in restraint; check: 
4. To reduce or prevent the spread of: 


Well, there is no denying Master does the first, anyone else who told me to wear a butt plug would get told to fuck off quick smart.


The second is my job I guess, although I had never actually though about it like that before.


The third is part of my submission, that I am held, and hold myself in restraint e.g Holding my sassy mouth shut.


I am not sure the fourth holds much meaning in what I have had in my head lately, but I am sure it must fit in there somewhere. All it brings to mind is wearing a face mask to prevent the spread of some exotic yet deadly cough or some such thing.


Master exercising His Dominance over me in small ways, is seemingly (from MY point of view only) more appealing and makes it easier for me to FEEL owned.
When I have writing over my body, while at work, serving customers who have no idea that this "normal" looking middle aged woman turns into a dirty slut, who has "nasty" words written all over her body, who has wet panties from being turned on all day knowing she is pleasing someone miles away just by doing as asked without complaint, it makes my breath come faster, it makes me wetter, and it makes me smile.
It is the same when I get an unexpected order in the middle of a day to do something "naughty" and they can be as simple as taking a pic with my phone while at work, hiding in the bathroom and knowing I have to rub my clit for X time and not cum, to wear a butt plug out in public....the all invoke the same reactions....an adrenaline hit...a rush.....again, its like the addict in me getting a hit.


Even something as simple as being told to not wear panties on a particular day, its all the same. It is a hit, a rush.


When I dont get any sort of control...I get itchy...like I am craving something and not sure what will ease it.
There is nothing I can do to help myself ease the craving, there is no magic word/food/drink/task/mantra or anything else. Even speaking to other Doms doesnt ease it, depending on who they are, they can do one of two things...they can either distract me long enough that I forget I am craving it (good to point out here, that forgetting will only last the length of the conversation, its not a FORGET forget) OR they are idiot Doms who I tell to get lost and then the cravings intensify, all because I remember how wonderful He is and that it is HIM that owns me, and therefore controls me.


I am under no illusions that each of my tasks are there for a specific purpose, whether it be teaching me to look at things from a different point of view, to make me sit and think about my reaction to something, and how it could have been different, to get me horny, or more importantly to please Master in ways I am still yet to understand.


Of all the things I think about, WHY it pleases Master is often the LAST thing I think about, the why is not as important to me as the HAVE, as in I HAVE pleased Him.


I can look back now...with having had 2 weeks contact with Master since his return, that the control was one of  the things I missed the most....and that a lot of my issues over His emails, were not because they werent long and lengthy, full of news about far away places I couldnt see, it was because in the back of my mind, each time I saw there was an email there,

 I had a hope that it would contain something that would control me.

untitled writing 2

She lays back on the bed.


Hands and feet bound to the posts.


Blindfolded.


Her body shaking with awareness of Him watching her.


He has played with her already tonight, spanked her, flogged her, made her play with her pussy while He watched.


He tells her to lift her hips, she feels something slide underneath her.


She is allowed to relax again, and feels a towel under her.


"Do NOT cum without asking permission" He tells her.


She hears the hitachi get turned on, her body tensing as she knows it will soon touch her.


He places the hitachi on her clit, the rounded head of the g-spot attachment just touching lightly, but it is enough to make her whole body jerk upwards, trying to get away from it.


He doesnt relent, moving with her, knowing she cant get too far away, her bindings stopping her from moving too far.


Her clit is beyond sensitive now, she feels an orgasm building inside her.


He moves the hitachi in small circles, first one way, then the other.


Its not long and she is on the edge. Moaning, groaning, wanting to cum so badly. Knowing He is watching every reaction.


She begs Him to let her cum.


"When I say you can, then let go and cum, but not before"


She feels his fingers inside her. First one, then two. Fingering her roughly.


His fingers inside her, combined with the stimulation on her clit is almost too much to bear.


Her hips arch up....her legs are shaking, and she is sobbing now..unable to control the words coming from her mouth...still begging Him.


The third finger soon joins the two already buried deep in her cunt.


"Are you my slut?" He asks her.


"Yes Master, I am your slut, please can I cum now?"


He moves the hitachi slightly, and she yelps as she is getting to the point she can no longer stop her orgasm.


Her pussy clenches around His fingers and He growls at her to cum.


"cum NOW my slut, show your Master"


Her body convulses around His fingers, wetness squirting out of her, soaking the towel beneath her.
She can no longer hear herself begging Him, but she knows there are words coming from her mouth.


The pressure of the hitachi on her clit eases slightly, letting her come down slowly, her pussy still clenching rhythmically around His fingers, now slick and dripping with the evidence of her pleasure.


"Are you ok my slut?" He asks


"Yes Master" she sobs, tears streaming down her face from the powerful orgasm and the emotions.


"Good, lets try that again"


And the pressure is increased once more on her clit as He builds her back up again.

Slut....

I think I have an inner slut....and an outer one.

The outer slut has been around forever..its her fault I lost my virginity in a one night stand at age 16.
Its her fault the majority of my sexual partners have been one night stands.
Its HER that goes out in short skirts and 5 inch heels sometimes.
Its her that flirts
She is bossy...sometimes to the point of being a Domme.
She favors whips and handcuffs when teasing men.
She knows what she wants...and gets it

the inner slut....well, now She is a totally different story.

I didnt know she existed until I met Master.
She does pretty much anything He asks of her.
She is totally submissive to HIM
Its her that got nipples pierced
Its her that bought the butt plugs and the hitachi.
Its her that plays with Master.
Nobody except Him has ever seen her.

Its starting to make me wonder if I dont have mental issues.

Master has changed my tasks while He is away.
I am to email Him with my sluttiest thought of the day after touching my clit and playing with my cunt.

I have an issue.

I cant find the inner slut.

She has pissed off on me...disappeared...possibly even stowed away in His luggage.

The outer slut cant complete the tasks...to her, the sluttiest thought would be teasing some poor guy down the pub....possibly taking him home and fucking his brains out. Not exactly submissive huh?

It is the inner slut I need to do this task...its her that does things to please Him.

If you see her wandering the streets...looking lost. Please smack her on the arse and send her home...I desperately need her where she belongs.

cupcake saga.....

Just-Kinky turned 2 this weekend.

To celebrate, there is BIG birthday celebrations, including a photo competition.

I asked Master at dinner on Tuesday night if I could have permission to post a picture in the comp.

This resulted in...." Yes you may, BUT, you have to pose like this........and another one of you posed like this......."

Inside my head I went "How the fuck do you think I can take that without help??"

What came out of my mouth was "Yes Master"
sighs

So I baked the Chocolate Velvet Cupcake, with chocolate butter cream icing, and this morning I attempted to take a pic.

I was on skype voice chat with a wonderful friend, who sat there and listened to me swear and curse when i couldnt get the cupcake balanced on the small of my back, while naked on the couch on my hands and knees.

Then I got it there, candles lit, and moved to press the button on the camera and ended up toppling the cupcake, and getting a burn and candle wax on me, and icing on the couch.

Enter VERY bad language from my mouth.

My friend offered to take the pic for me using screenshot on skype...while I am banned from camming naked with anyone, I knew Master would rather have me cam with a woman and not get hurt, so off we went.

2 pics later, and my back is still stinging.

But the pics are done, and up in the gallery, and I had fun, hmmmm, the candle wax is still stinging my back, and I am wishing Master would ring and tell me He will be here in an hour to help me with this small issue I now have..............

a playmate for kitty....

Early last week, or late the week before, Master gave me a permission to play online.

I met someone very special on the Just-Kinky  site, someone I wanted to get to know a little better, but I knew that I would need to ask permission, something I was nervous about doing because it meant explaining why I wanted to do this.

I had never met anyone I wanted to ask permission to play with before...this guy was different.
And he frustrated me and made me smile all at the same time. He wouldnt flirt with me, He was ULTRA polite and kept reminding me I was owned. Like I could forget, but I am a flirt at heart, Master knows this, and I havent been asked not to, I feel like that would be like asking me to stop breathing for an hour or so.

He asked permission to Personal Message me in chat, and asked what it was I wanted from him. I am not sure what I said, but I know he was fun, he made me smile and turned me on all at the same time.
By the time we had finished chatting, I had added him to yahoo, and we had discussed the fact that no more flirting til I had asked permission and he told me he wanted to speak to Master himself.

I worked up the courage over night and asked Master the next morning, told Him who, where, why and all the gory details.
I am sure Master had a laugh at me complaining that this guy wouldnt even flirt with me, while I was ecstatic that someone understood HE came first and being kinky and not a newb in the BDSM scene, finding someone who RESPECTED that, I was like oh WOW.

Master chatted with him, I wasnt privvy to the convo, but we got permission to play.
We have rules, I cant get naked on cam, things like that but I expected that, and if I am totally honest, I expected WAY more rules than I got.

Master and I are LDR (insert less than impressed look on my face at the distance) so there leaves a lot of time we have no contact. Its these times I find myself in JK chat, flirting my arse off. Having some fun, I have made wonderful new kinky friends all over the world.
But this one is special, he understands me, my life, my situation.

I am very proud I can call him my friend.

and since I hate calling a friend "him" I shall have to find out what it is I can call him.

dinner and drinks........

He blindfolds me.
Placing the pink hat back over my ponytail, pulling it down low over my eyes, placing my glasses in my handbag, hiding the blindfold from the passersby walking past us on the busy street.
He takes my hand, walking me up the street, my every instinct wanting to rip the blindfold from my eyes so I can see where I am walking.
My inner self lowers her head, hiding the blindfold and holding His hand tight, letting Him guide me, trusting He will walk me in safety.
He leans close and whispers "There is stairs here kitty, be careful"

I step up the few stairs carefully, He guides me along a hall and into an elevator.

I hear the doors close and feel Him push me face first into the wall, pulling the back of my dress up, exposing my g-string, His fingers pushing between my legs, feeling the wetness on my clit.
He fingers me roughly, His spare hand up my top, pinching my nipples.
The wetness drips faster now, soaking the g, and making His fingers slippery.

He removes His hands from under my clothes, and peels me off the wall of the elevator.
He turns me and allows me to lean back to on the wall and catch my breath.

I hear the doors open, and He takes my hand again, walking me along a carpeted hallway, the padding beneath my feet hiding the tapping that my 5 inch heels normally makes.

We stop at a doorway and I hear Him open the door with His keys.
Opening the door, He guides me through, I hear the gentle thud of the door closing behind us, and the soft click of it being locked.

I stand there, in the middle of a room, and strain my ears to hear something, anything, a clue to where we are.

Heat appears on my back, I can feel Him standing close behind me. The hat gets removed off my head and my ponytail becomes His steering wheel as He guides me across the room, pushing my body roughly, but gently enough that I dont fall.

He yanks my head back, stopping me from moving further, and I feel my dress being lifted from the bottom, up and over my head without ceremony, leaving me standing almost naked in front of Him.

I hear the click of His camera, snapping a pic of my black lace bra and g-string panties.
Strong hands reach into my bra and lift my breasts out, so they poke over the top, lifted into place by the bra cups, and another snap of the camera is heard.

Soon, the bra and panties are removed, and I am pushed to the floor to kneel before Him.

I grin, knowing that He is well aware of what I would be wanting by now, and I wonder whether I will be lucky enough to get fed His cock.

He leaves me there, not touching, and I hear Him cross the room, the rustle of a plastic bag and I can hear some sort of container being opened.

I smell food....my stomach growls and I wonder if He has forgotten that He promised me dinner tonight.

"Lay on the floor, on your back"

"Yes Master"  I do as I am told, laying back on the floor, the carpet feels soft when you are standing, but rough against my back, the prickle of the fibres making me more and more excited as I wriggle and try and get comfortable.

"Lay STILL" He growls at me.

"Yes Master" and my body stops its movement instantly.

I feel something cold and wet placed between my breasts, then another something about an inch lower than the last, a trail beginning. Before long, I am covered in something right down the middle of my body, and I can feel a liquid being poured into my belly button.

"If you wriggle, you will spill and I wont be happy.......do you understand kitty?"

"yes Master" and I lay still, my head spinning trying to work out what it is that I am covered with.

"I promised you dinner did I not kitty? I bet you never expected to be the plate dinner was served on....did you??"

I want to laugh at the thought of being covered in food, but I know that would spill the liquid in my belly button, so I dont, and I just reply "No Master, I didnt"

"Are you hungry kitty??"

"Yes Master" I reply

"If you behave, I will feed you" He says, the sound of His voice making the wetness run even faster.

What feels like an eternity later, I feel something placed against my lips.
Its sushi....oh yum.

 I am allowed to eat what He gives me, knowing whatever I get, wont be the end of the night.

A wipe is used to wipe the food that has dripped all over me, a small towel used to wipe the leftover liquid from my stomach.

I am allowed to sit upright, my back feeling the imprints from the carpet, and a bottle of water placed against my lips. I drink deeply, quenching my thirst, hoping it wont be the only thirst He satisfies tonight.

He grabs hold of my ponytail again, pulling me to my feet, pushing me across the room, I feel my thigh bump a table of some sort, the sharp corner catching me, I draw a sharp breath, knowing that will leave a bruise.

God I love marks.

He guides me roughly around the table and I now realise its not a table at all, it is a desk.

His desk.

I get pushed under the desk, into the hole where His legs would go.

"Take your Master's cock out kitty, and suck it while I get this work finished........."

I grin, and my hands move towards His crotch, "Yes Master"