Last night my Master had finally come home, and after I served dinner (moussaka!) and we’d watched a couple episodes of Waking the Dead while we snuggled, I asked permission to go to bed because I was exhausted from cooking (moussaka is not an easy recipe!) and going to a business meeting that day (and over an hour on public transport either way!) He gave me permission, but then I begged him to come snuggle me a bit more before I fell asleep, and he kindly came with me to bed.
We snuggled and talked about a number of things, but conversation led to a thought I’d had while stuck on the train, which was what we might “get up to” this weekend. I thought about shooting a CP video, and wondered what we might do. A few days ago, a search term used to find this blog was “caning and anal sex video.” So I started thinking of him putting me over the punishment chair and caning me for the video, and then fucking my ass while I cried.
Suddenly, a rational (and seldom heard) voice in my head said, “That’s really going to hurt — why do you want that?!” The answer came from what I jokingly call my “hindbrain” (that being my genitalia, from whence I seem to do much of my thinking!) — my pussy was hot and I could feel the blood rushing into it. So, obviously, no amount of rational thought with the main brain had any relevance — my pussy knows what I want and need much better!
But still, the apprehension for an upcoming caning twinged through me. So I started telling myself things like:
Once it starts, there will be only a certain number of strokes. I can get through it.
He never pushes me over my limit. I can get through it.
Once the first shocking strokes are done, I will get the hang out it. I can get through it.
So I was telling him all of the things I’d had to tell myself, saying to him, “I know my apprehension would appeal to you, Sir.” My hand was playing with the hair on his chest as I spoke.
Suddenly, he said to me in a strange voice, “What are you trying to do, girl?”
I was confused. I was just chatting and snuggling. Yes, we were talking about sexy stuff, but I knew he was tired from travelling and I wasn’t trying to make a scene happen….
I was just trying to explain this when he gestured and I looked down and saw a huge tenting in his underpants. “Oh!” was my magniloquent response, and I immediately moved down between his legs to remedy the problem I’d caused!
It’s so sexy to me that he gets so turned on by my nervous apprehension to pain and punishment. It’s not that he doesn’t also enjoy when I’m enthusastically masochistic, but I think it means more to both of us when I take pain from him despite fear and trepidation.
What a wonderful weekend I’ve had! Play every day! But let me start with Friday night….
Our local dungeon was having a Victorian theme night. Since this is a serious fetish for me, my Master indulged me by agreeing to go (and dress up in a kilt for me! Phwoar!)
So in the evening, I took a bath and shaved off any undesired body hair (that being most of it!) and did my make-up, and got into as much of my period Victorian dress as possible on my own. Which wasn’t much: the chemise, corset (un-tightened), real silk stockings, and boots! When my Master got home, he tightened the corset (the man gets way too much delight from tight-lacing!), put on the petticoat, bustle pad, and then the skirt and bustle, and then finally the beautiful jacket.
For me, getting into this outfit is part of the foreplay, as the authentic period layers are put on me, I can feel myself sinking back in time, to be that modest Victorian lady who didn’t even want to expose her ankles (although half her bust was just fine!), who was helpless and submissive, who lived first under the command of her father, and then her husband. My favorite fantasies are of my skirts getting flipped up, and my virginal self being beaten and then “used vilely.” (more…)
So, I have a guilty pleasure: it’s an anal porn site called “Asstraffic.” I know — it’s a bit embarrasing to like a site with a name like that! However, it is admirably to the point!
The reasons I like this site are many and varied. But they mostly pertain to the fact that the video and stills are super-high-quality, and that when I want to see anal porn, that’s what I want to see, and this site delivers. The highest compliment I can give this site: it is the ONLY time in my life I have paid for porn! And I think it’s worth the money.
There’s a video I particularly like on this site. It’s from a video of a sweet young thing named “Honey.” Here she is below…
This girl is not a jaded porn star. She has a real body, and it is probably the first porn she has made. At least it’s the first sex-on-camera she’s had. And it’s possibly the first anal sex she’s ever had! They can barely work the “warm-up dildo” into her virginal bottom.
Now, here we get in to what a nasty pervert I am. Because this video does not go particularly well — we can’t really say that Honey has a good time making her first anal porn. But that’s what turns me on!
Happily for my sense of self, it’s not because I like to see pretty young girls suffer. (Okay, so actually I do, but only if they have consented!) But this isn’t about Honey, per se, but about me putting myself in her shoes as I watch the video. Her suffering becomes my suffering as I watch — and we all know that I love to suffer, particularly when it comes to the anal sex!
Here is a still from the video, from my favorite part of the movie: (more…)
I myself have fantasies about this very thing. (Although in my fantasies, I’m afraid safer sex just goes right out the window! I want come dripping out of every viable orifice!)
One fantasy, that I will get around to writing up one day, comes from Caligula forcing the senator’s wives to prosititute themselves (you couldn’t say “no,” as the there were two choices and the other was “death.”) In my fantasy, my Master is ceasar (not The Ceasar, just the title), and I am his wife and he decides to raise funds (probably to pay the armies, who chronically were underpaid and always supported whomever said they’d get a raise) by prostituting me out to any Roman who could afford it. In my fantasies, though, it’s my pussy that’s kept in reserve (you wouldn’t want the emperor’s wife pregnant with just anyone’s child!) and my mouth and ass that are for rent. It makes for a pretty hot fantasy! It also has the “preparation” period like in oatmeal girl’s story!
The birches mumbojumble gave us have been sitting in a vase for a couple weeks, now. Giving me a frisson of anticipation every time I walked past them. Today was the day they finally got used on my naked bottom.
Sometimes, you plan scenes – detailed, intricate role-play. Sometimes, scenes just happen.
My Master and I were putting some shelves in our lovely new wardrobe (and thanks to our dear friend, whom I think I shall give the name “Mr. Stag,” for wasting his weekend helping us get and assemble our wardrobe!) We finished all the work we could do, and my Master lay down on the bed. Something in the way he did so gave me the hint that kinky stuff would shortly follow. So I climbed on the bed and started running my hands up and down his legs … trying to indicate my receptivity. I hadn’t really been in a place where I was actively thinking about sex … but knowing he was took me from naught to sixty in no time flat!
After a period of meaningful eye-contact and rising horniness, I finally stopped fondling his thighs, and lay down beside him. In doing so, I brushed against him, and suddenly realized he was as throbbing erect as possible! He told me it was time to finally get my birching, and fear shot through me – but I couldn’t help grinning like an idiot!
He pointed out that only bad girls got birched. I responded that perhaps it was time for my bad girl persona to come out and play … maybe she had stayed out all night, doing things she wasn’t supposed to with boys. He was right there with me, and brought in the running role-play fantasy we have of the bad girl and her ever-so-patient housemaster, who has taken her under his wing (a cane-wielding wing!) and who is trying to prepare her (by way of tenderizing her bottom at regular intervals!) to send her off to a training institution (we’ve already given it a name: “The Lausanne Institute”) so that she can be his perfect girl.
Well, my Master likes a challenge, because my bad-girl persona doesn’t give in gracefully! No, she fights and whinges and generally makes as much as possible that much harder for herself! Yes, he likes the challenge! When I deliberately do or say something that gets me in more trouble, he gets such a glint in his eye! And then he hands out a serious thrashing!
Well, after we’d set up our story-line, he told me what to wear, and to make a birch rod and bring it to him. On went the navy gym shorts and gym skirt, a white shirt with blue tie, and grey sweater and white knee socks. (Because I was a bad girl, I pushed the socks unevenly around my ankles, and didn’t tuck my shirt in. I also left one button undone, as I was sneaking back in after a night of debauchery, and thus should be a bit mussed!)
Then, I had to make the birch rods! Very kindly, mumbojumble had provided some sample rods, so I had immediate examples to hand. The birch twigs she gave us were quite long, so I made two shorter length rods, one with the thinnest ends, and one of the thickest ends. (When it comes to pain, my Master can always count on me to be thorough!)
Then I went and knocked on the bedroom door, heart thumping my my chest, trying to bring up all my bravado and attitude, so I could get into some serious hot water…. (more…)
I was packing our bags to leave, rather reluctantly, as it had been the most wonderful weekend getaway, and I didn’t want to go back home to work and other forms of reality, when he called up to me, “Girl – come down here!”
I always have this immediate pang of “Eeeep! What have I done wrong?!” when he calls me “girl,” like that, but I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong, so I smoothed down my nerves, and called out, “Coming, Sir!” and went down the stairs (that I’d been beaten upon earlier that day) and saw him sitting down, wearing only shorts, on the sofa. It was about 5 PM, so the light was starting to slant goldenly into the room, pouring over him as he reclined on the white micro-suede sofa.
I immediately knew what he wanted, and excitement and happiness bubbled up in me. As soon as I got down to him, I kneeled between his legs and pressed my face against the bulge, breathing in not only the smell of him, but also the smell of salt water from walking in the ocean earlier. The combination of musk and salt tingled in my nose. The wood floor beneath my legs was warm and remarkably comfortable, making me feel like it was exactly where I’d always belonged. (more…)
This is a fantasy that has been running through my mind pretty much every time I’ve masturbated in the past couple weeks. I though I’d share it … and maybe if my Master likes reading it, it will come true!
I’m bent over the convertible step-stool-chair , which has been converted to its step-stool aspect. The wood is cold under my lower tummy and hips. My ankles and wrists are in the leather cuffs, which are clipped to the O-rings on the legs of the chair. I can squirm, but I can’t do anything else.
And I’m about to squirm. Because you have the ginger plug which you made me carve – how sadistic to make me create the instrument of my own torture….
You wet it with some cold water, and take a wet finger and tease my anus with it, making me involuntarily tighten up. You laugh and tell me that I can’t keep the ginger out – that since you want it up there, I have no choice in the matter. (more…)
Well, my friends kaya and pixiepie have both had recently upheavals in our M/s relationships, and so had I.
Now, happily, all three of us are settling in to renewed happiness, if somewhat different situations.
In my case, it’s a matter of my point of view. I felt that the Master/slave part of our relationship was dying, and so I was too upset to take in reality — that this really is a time for us to step back a bit, with the promise of stepping forward to some serious and heavy M/s in the future, after I’ve promised “to love, to honor, to obey, and to serve” him. If the time preceding it is not the most intense of our relationship, well, it really doesn’t matter, because those vows are going to change everything.
However, my Master has listened to me, and play-time is increased! We haven’t had any huge, lengthy, world-shattering scenes — just little, renewing, perfect ones.
What kaya said in her previous post is exactly what my Master and I needed: he shouldn’t put his short term concerns (“Is she stressed from work, a bit worn out, etc.”) ahead of when he wants to scene. Because in the long run, that’s much worse for me than not having the reassurance of regular scenes (both that he wants me sexually, and that I’m firmly in my place.)
To that end, the last three scenes we’ve had have all taken place when I was quite unsure I wanted a caning/strapping.
The first was when we were still in England, after a morning where I had broken down and lots of crying happened, and we had finally hashed things out between us. What was next hashed was my ass! I was physically and emotionally exhausted, and unprepared when he told me to go get the cane. But I obeyed, despite my fears, and was soon naked and being caned. And making a lot of noise — stoicism was NOT an option at the point! (Since we were out in his cottage in the country, he was able to make the über-sexy comment: “No one can hear you scream.” Even in my weakened and slightly unwilling condition, those words were thrilling! Rawr!) Then, caning complete to his satisfaction, he ordered me to give him a blow-job. And then, I was making a great deal of noise again, as he finger-fucked me to multiple screaming orgasms. (more…)
The average ejaculate, laden with between 200 and 300 million sperm, amounts to about about 5 calories.These are derived from protein, including enzymes, and sugars (mainly fructose) secreted into semen by the prostate gland to provide the sperm with the energy to swim.
Other ‘ingredients’ present in semen include :
Water
Vitamin C
Citric acid
Phosphate and bicarbonates, to regulate acidity
Zinc
Prostaglandins
Vitamin C & Zinc! So, really, drinking come is just one way of fighting colds! From now on I’ll just ask my Master for my vitamin supplement!
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In my fantasy, my Master is ceasar (not The Ceasar, just the title), and I am his wife and he decides to raise funds (probably to pay the armies, who chronically were underpaid and always supported whomever said they’d get a raise) by prostituting me out to any Roman who could afford it. In my fantasies, though, it’s my pussy that’s kept in reserve (you wouldn’t want the emperor’s wife pregnant with just anyone’s child!) and my mouth and ass that are for rent. It makes for a pretty hot fantasy! It also has the “preparation” period like in oatmeal girl’s story! 
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