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.....

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.

As good as the Hitachi????

I have become quite the twitter addict...not to sure whether that is good or bad yet, thats a decision still pending.
But I am having a lot of fun with it, and I have met some amazing people, some good, some great, some just complete morons, but I still follow them as I am usually quite amused at the dumb shit they post.

One I have actually met in person, and hope our coffee date was just one of many more to come.

The majority of the people I follow, and who follow me are from other countries, which sometimes makes me think I was born on the wrong continent, but thems the breaks I guess.

_sub_girl was one of the reasons I joined twitter. She pretty much kept at me, reminding me on the odd occasions we catch up for our coffee/wine skype dates that it was fun and a good way to meet people, and I had read her blog for a while at that point, also following her tweets just from a bar at the side of her blog.

So I did it.

And I love it.

My phone now hates me, as I seem to run it out of battery a lot quicker than I used to, always checking and tweeting depending on work and the mood.

This morning I volunteered to become a sex toy reviewer for a company who posted on twitter saying they had a special toy and they were wondering who was game enough to try it. I did a quick look at the link and said I would try it, send pics and write a review if they would like me to. Only problem was, when I read the size of the product, I forgot that we Aussies work in metric and these measurements were in Imperial!!!
Soooooo, while 17 sounds like fun, when it is in inches and NOT centimetres there is a HUGE difference, and I am thinking next time I offer to review a specific product, that I should do so AFTER the second coffee, not before the first!!

But....living in a small town with no easy access to any sort of sex shop without at least a one hour drive, being a reviewer sounds like a great way for me to earn my toys for Master to torture me with, rather than having to save and wait til a trip to the city.

Just please be aware of one thing.........If they happened to send me a toy as good as my hitachi...I may never get out of bed EVER AGAIN......not even to eat!

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......

cleaning the bloody junk drawer..

Who knew the comment about Master being "nearly broken in" would get me punished.......


Apparently, everybody but me.


I have the nickname Sassy for a reason....the cheeky comments tend to flow quicker than the fingers can keep up some days....not so much others.


The above comment got me punished.


An overhaul of the cutlery drawer and the utensil drawer, which is otherwise known in my home as the junk drawer.


Oh joy.


Along with my punishment, I was also instructed to sleep in only Master's shirt and panties for 3 nights, to use the hitachi each night before bed AND when just on the verge of orgasm, I was to bite my free arm, then I was free to cum.


I managed 6 months without being punished and I copped it twice in one week.


Which idiot sub whinged about not enough Dominance??? Uh huh....me. Well, I aint whinging now.


And as much as I am NOT looking forward to the next few weeks while we are so busy, I AM actually looking forward to an email every night. 


I wonder what creative punishment I will get next time I blog something inappropriate.


Or I could do as the fucker recommended...give Master a little more me, a little more submission, and a little less sassy.


I am going to ponder that one a little more, I know Master likes me the way I am, but on the flip side, I also want to be a better submissive than I am.......but where is there a comfortable line I wonder??? Hmmmm

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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.

Oh my......

once upon a time, I thought that if I was ever made to beg, that it would be just words I was repeating...

as in "yeah I want it, and if I have to beg to get it, I will just say it"

I now know...that sometime soon, I am gonna be begging for real.

as in "oh god. I am begging you, and I cant control the words coming out of my mouth"

I am kinda scared the words will come out like " I am begging you, you fucking bastard, let me cum, PLEASE"

I can see Master being none too impressed with being called a fucking bastard, but I figure, if he gets me begging that hard, He may have to excuse the words that come out of my mouth while in the moment.

I bought a Hitachi.

I used the Hitachi...

OH MY FUCKING GOD

It damn near blew my head off.

That begging wont be far away now...I am sure on that.