08/11/08
i'm quite happy with the way The Answeringmachine is starting to look but more importantly Master likes it, so i'm quite content atm. i've been itching to write about some cool 'toys' that Master recently purchased but wanted to get most changes done here first and see here, most changes! So onto the cool toys... i always have mixed feelings when Master shows me new stuff that He has bought. On the one hand trepidation, not knowing how a certain thing might feel, on the other excitement, dying to find out :) Like when i first saw the new whip, it's actually a rope loop, i thought i could possibly feel very good but then again it might be horrible. It was in fact awesome. Well that's not exactly what i was thinking with every stroke i received from it this afternoon, in fact i'm pretty sure it wasn't because at some point Master attached the new metal cuffs and shackles and laughingly told me that i would not be able to squirm away now. And i indeed couldn't. i liked the feel of the cold smooth metal, the pressure from the shackles as i desperately tried to to spread my legs further apart while Master thrust His fingers deep in and out of my cunt. The slightly painful hold of the cuffs as my hands tried to find a way to hold myself in position on my hands and knees while at the same time trying to caress Master's balls as i took Him as deeply as i could in my throat. i felt the rope whip over and over on my arse but it was impossible to for me to twist away from it and as i felt His fingers plunge deeper and harder into me, i became totally lost in the thudding heavy strokes on my arse, no longer wanting to move away but welcoming each stroke, thrusting back on His fingers as He spreading me wide open, wanting to feel His fingers, His hand deep inside me. The strokes of His whip were rhythmic, His fingers were rhythmic, my cunt was soaked, my arse on fire and i was coming over and over as i lapped at His now throbbing cock in my mouth wanting to feel Him deep inside me, His hips thrusting hard against my bruised and glowing arse. Eventually i did. And that felt very very good. A second pleasant addition to Master's, not always pleasant collection of whips and canes, is a came which is also, in fact, a loop. Its pretty sturdy which gives it a 'heavy' feel. The form worried me because, being a loop, it meant that each stroke would actually be two. Again i worried needlessly, yes the form did cause two simultaneous welts but without the nasty sweeping of the end of the cane as it is rounded. When Master used it on me the first time i found myself offering Him my arse, wanting more, the pain harsh enough to make me struggle, get lost on a cloud of pain, but enough to snap me back to earth with each blow. Yes wonderful :) He used it on my thighs, and again, harsh, for a split second blinding pain, then as the pain spreads a glowing feeling, Masters hands holding my head, feeling the pain is causing me, there's really not much like it... Oh and then there's another cane He bought. A straight one but also very erotic. Hmm i do actually differentiate between canes/whips and erotic canes/whips. All His recent purchases fall under the category erotic for me. What does that mean? Hmm a rubber whip for example can turn me on because Master knows i don't like it, that i don't deal well with it. i suffer for Him, which of course in itself gives me a kick but its not erotic. my energy, thoughts and pretty much everything are all wrapped up in dealing with the pain, at that moment (i write at that moment because after the fact it can become pretty erotic when i think back on His harshness, my willingness to endure for Him.) but it doesn't primarily excite me, it doesn't make me come. Then there are other kinds of pain that are hugely erotic, Hmm probably caused by the implements used when i hear Master the most often telling me that i am there for His pleasure and not mine. Then the combination of the pain, His fingers in me, His hardness in my mouth, has me coming time and again. Erotic pain, like when He curls His fingers up inside me pulling me this way or that telling me its His slut handle. Or when He pinches my cunt hard while i feel blow after blow on my arse and hear Him ask me who the cunt belongs to. i can barely utter "You Master" in between orgasms. Oh and so i guess there is also 'erotic pain after the fact.' because a little while ago while at work each time i twisted or turned i felt my nipples rubbing roughly against my bra. The previous evening Master had, eh 'given them some attention' pinching and twisting them then using a riding crop on them. The pain, hmm probably more discomfort had me soaking wet all day. Yes the new toys are cool things. Master's use of them is yummy. Hard enough to keep me very much on my toes, enjoying enough to have me offer myself to Him with a vengeance. Trackback address for this postTrackback URL (right click and copy shortcut/link location) Feedback awaiting moderationThis post has 152 feedbacks awaiting moderation... Leave a comment |
Why The Answering Machine?Maybe it seems a very odd title given the nature of this weblog, its perhaps best explained by a quote from a mail i recently sent Master asking His permission to set it up: "Why a weblog? Hmm Your comment about the answering machine comes to mind, extremely handy in that it gives You the chance to listen to it, answer or not at Your own time. A strange analogy maybe but i think it because a weblog would feel like that answering machine. i sometimes find myself thinking of You, okok who am i kidding here? i very often find myself thinking of You and things come to mind that i want to share with You, they are trivial in that they do not warrant a mail, some how that would feel intrusive and so i just would not write it. With a weblog i could write when i felt the need and You could read at Your own leisure, the answering machine :) Well and also because i am a very content and proud slave and more than happy for the world to know that :)" Master gladly consented and i was then stuck for a title for the log, He suggested The Answering Machine and i thought it totally perfect and so The Answering Machine was born. There you have it, not such an odd title after all :) |