It’s been way too long since i’ve written, as always our life has been pretty hectic, what with work, family, vacations and of course each other it’s been quite busy, but all good things? i’ve also been doing some work over on my other website missssin, starting up a web design service and i’ve pretty much finished building a web shop. I also stared a story section there which reminded me how much i ‘d missed writing here and made me determined to take the time to actually sit down and do it. So here goes...

Last week Master bought me some awesome shoes and boots. The shoes are quite high platforms with two bands with strass stones, even though they are extremely high they are quite comfy to walk in and Master likes them so that makes me enjoy wearing them for Him. The boots are thigh high pvc, laced at the front and pretty high healed. Apparently the pvc will stretch and become more comfortable with time but now they are just stiff and hard to move around in. As Master mentioned they in themselves are atm. a bondage item. There’s a zip on the inside so we figured the best way to go was to lace me into them tightly and then after that remove them by way of the zip and wear them for an hour a day so they will take on the right form.

It was weird laying on the couch while Master laced them up because i never sit on the couch, even when we have visitors i sit on my cushion at His feet. The heels are high but i don’t think very much higher than other shoes i have but it was pretty difficult to stand, probably because they are so tight. Master had me walk about a bit and i was quite shaky but it did turn me on to see His enjoyment at watching me in them.

He told me to go and make coffee and when i returned He was waiting with the scale that He likes to hook onto my rings as a sort of serving table for Him. It’s bronze and extremely heavy, He hooked it onto the rings of my labia and with a sadistic laugh dropped it, causing me to cry out with pain. When He placed His coffee cup onto the dish i very nearly lost my balance, the pain was excruciating and i tried desperately to stay standing. Master asked if i could walk forward toward Him, i really couldn’t, it was so hard already to walk in the boots without support and with the scales hanging between my legs it was made impossible. Standing with it is just about doable but walking impossible.

I was so relieved and grateful when Master finished His coffee and removed the scales. He told me to come kneel on my cushion at His feet before leaving and returning with several balls of rope. I felt how my cunt started to throb when i saw the rope because i knew that meant He was about to bind my tits and i very much love that feeling.

Master told me that i was to go and bring Him the tit clamp and also three things for Him to use on me while He sorted out the ropes. I remember standing in front of the cupboard while His words echoed in my head. He was not planning on going easy on me. I always get nervous before Him whipping me, part of me wants it badly, wants to feel His pain, part of me is frightened that i won’t be able to take it. That made it so difficult to choose. Finally i decided on a kind of middle ground. A leather pronged whip because it can be a cool thing to start out with. I love the build up, each whip becoming harder to deal with but not too hard to start with. Then i choose the thaws because it felt like a good follow up, it can be really horny but it can also be pretty hard. I remember looking at the rubber whips and thinking no, i hate them, i hate the stingy, nasty feeling that they cause and some of the leather whips were also a no go because they are too soft. Then i was left to my last choice. I heard Master calling, asking if i was ok in there and realized that i was taking forever and tried to speed myself up. I wanted to end with a cane, i can really enjoy them, but me being me couldn’t help trying to second guess everything, where would He use it? How hard? I finally decided on the rattan cane, worried about how hard it would be on the one hand, on the other wanting it hard. Thinking about all of this just made me more horny and i started to doubt my choices, maybe i should exchange the thaws for the single trail. He often uses the thaws on me so that’s kind of safe but i can so enjoy the single tail, oei but i can hate it too, it can be hard and thuddy, and when He’s slowly warmed me up with other whips it can be awesome but used on its own it can be horrible. Other times its light, stingy and nasty and i hate it, i had no idea of which way He would go. So difficult to choose when i have no idea how it will go. Finally i decided on safe and went with the thaws.

Master laughed at my choices when i returned, i had no idea what His thoughts were and He wasn’t inclined to tell me. When i kneeled before Him again He took one of my tits in His hand and began to bind it tightly. I so enjoy watching while He prepares me to be used by Him. I felt how He pulled the rope tightly around my other breast, stopping now and then to kiss me passionately. My feelings were a mixture of fear and anticipation for what was to come.

When Master had finished binding my tits He proceeded to clamp them, the pain was a kind of breathtaking painful ecstasy. I watched as He attached a bar to the hook on the ceiling before handing me two wrist cuffs and telling me to put them on. When He told me to position myself under the bar i immediately obeyed and felt how every fibre in my body react as He ran His hands over my body.

My arms were stretched above my head, fastened by the cuffs and i clung onto the bar, spreading my legs wide to give Him compete access to me. Briefly His fingers plunged into me but He pulled them out just as abruptly as i started to rock against them. He began to use the leather whip i’d chosen on me. While i started to get used to the growing glowing of my arse and back the pain in my clamped, bound tits was briefly forgotten. He began with not too hard strokes, gently easing me into the things to come, i remember sticking my arse out, welcoming each next stroke, lulled into a sense of totally horny pain with each lash of the whip.

He stopped, walked around me and took my tits into His hands, squeezing them. They were quite sensitive from being bound and clamped. My eyes closed automatically at the pain but He ordered me to open them to look at Him and count to three while He squeezed harder. That always feels so intense, not just the pain, but looking into His eyes while He hurts me. Pff it always blows me away.

Finally He released my tits and began whipping me again. This time i felt a rubber whip, much harder to deal with. First it was light and stung like hell and i found myself twisting and turning, trying to get away from it, each time i heard Masters voice telling me to get back into position. Strangely enough as the strokes became harder i started to long for them more and more, i realized that He was using the thick heavy rubber whip and when i feel the full blow if it, i can’t help but to stick out my arse toward Him, inviting Him to whip me harder.

Again He stopped briefly and took hold of my now extremely sore tits. I cried no but when He asked what i was saying i could only say yes, He asked if i was in pain and i uttered “yes Master” He asked if He should stop, of course i could only answer no. It’s always such a huge conflict when the pain is intense, half of my mind is screaming out yes but the other half knows i shouldn’t, i can’t, i am His property, His to use and abuse as He sees fit and i wouldn’t have it any other way. He asked what i wanted i heard myself say “please hurt me more Master.” What else could i say?

When i felt the thaws it was with hard blows to my back, then to my arse, then my back again. Now and again He would repeat over and over to the same place and it became so hard to bear, i held my breath in an attempt to control the pain but when it became too much cried out and tried to twist away, only to hear Him demand i return to position.

Now and again i felt His fingers tease my cunt, briefly, but i was already starting to float off to a place where, even i, don’t think about coming anymore. Again He walked around me and threatened to tighten the tit clamp, i gasped, my tits were so sore but obviously i could not tell Him. When He kissed me my whole body felt like it melted, i tried to press myself against Him, His tongue pressed hard into my mouth and even though i could see how hard His cock, He didn’t allow me to feel it against me, or in me. He can make me feel so lightheaded, not just the pain but also His passion., His pleasure at beating me, mixed with His passionate kisses, there’s nothing like it.

He laughed while He hung a whip onto each side of the tit clamp, my already very sore and swollen tits felt like they were being weighed down by a ton of bricks. Then i abruptly felt a sharp pain on my arse. I rember thinking, the cane. He’s using the cane but it’s not how i’d envisioned it. It was much sharper and each stroke was followed by another. I couldn’t catch my breath and the pain was excruciating. I pulled back but heard Him demand “stick your arse out” each time. That was so difficult, everything within me wanted to escape, wanted to try to avoid the pain but stronger than that was my eagerness to please Him, the realisation that i would always do that.

It was so weird, i’d chosen the cane myself and actually longed for it but it was quite unbearable, i so didn’t understand (it was only later that i saw that He had first used a different cane to the one i’d chosen.) Then i felt a few soft taps against my arse and heard Him say “ok and now the cane.” I was confused, hadn’t i already had the cane? I was so lost, by then i was floating off into cloud cuckoo land and enjoying every moment of it. Even His fingers that prodded my cunt now and then didn’t really stir me. I wanted more, couldn’t follow His words, just stuck out my arse and waited for the next stroke. And they came. Each time harder, but i didn’t care, i relished everything that He was willing to give me. Hard, thudding, horribly painful, then wonderfully painful strokes. Each time i cried out, then held my breath and waited until the pain eased and spread until it became such an awesome feeling causing me to stick out my arse in eagerness for the next stroke and floated further.

It went on and on and at some point the weight of the whips on the tit clamp had caused it to fall off. At that moment the pain was excruciating, it felt like my tits were being ripped off, but now they were totally forgotten, my back was on fire from the whipping and He continued without mercy on my arse.

His voice seemed to come from so far away when i heard Him tell me that i would receive another three strokes, harder than i’d had before. I tried to pull myself back, i was frightened because they had already been pretty hard but also wanted it so badly. The pain was incredible, intense, making me scream but also making me oh so wet. It was hard to breath, hard to stand and i was so grateful when Master gently unhooked me and led me to my cushion. Grateful to be able to lay my head against Him and drift off again, feel the burning of my body, get my breathing under control, slip out of the wonderful feeling of subspace back into a hugely horny frazzle.
My mouth eagerly sought out His cock, wanting to thank Him. Wanting to feel Him deep in my throat. His leg pressed against my cunt and i rode Him, finally coming as i sucked on Him, my tongue flicking over His balls. I just wanted as much of Him inside me as i possibly could get. When i heard Him tell me to get onto the corner of the couch i eagerly scrambled up, spread my legs wide and held myself open for him. All i wanted was to feel His cock deep inside me. I didn’t have to wait long. He slowly pushed into me, opening me up , then thrusting hard, i’d forgotten how sore my, still bound tits ,were until i felt His hands close around them, pulling me onto to Him. I came, screaming in a combination of pain and ecstasy. Then i felt His fingers tighten their grip, His cock grow even harder and heard His groans, causing my body to totally explode. There really is nothing like feeling Him come in me.

The next day every time i sat down my arse hurt, when i looked in the mirror i saw it was totally black and blue which actually just made me horny again. Master was out at work so what else could a slave do? Exactly! Climb back into bed and eagerly play with her cunt. Hmm now i just need to ask Him for tits to match my arse