I always have to ask Master’s permission to, amongst other things, use the bathroom or smoke a cigarette. The other day i asked for both in succession, as so often when He replied yes to both i slipped in a “may i have everything?” This is usually met with a resolute “No” but the day before yesterday Master’s reply was “What do you want then?”Fully expecting Him to be just teasing me i replied “Everything! To get out a bunch of things and arrange them read for You to use on me.” To my surprise i didn’t hear the “greedy bitch” i’d expected, He instead laughed and said “Monkey cage!” When He explained to me what it was (a kids game played on the last day of school where all gym equipment is set out and a kind of tag ensues.) i started to get excited by the thought of having the choice of what He would use on me and when He added “Ok, tomorrow” i couldn’t wait for the next day to come.

It was pretty hard trying to get to sleep, my mind was racing, considering each whip, each cane with great care. As i mentioned in my last post it has been a few weeks since we’ve had the chance to really play and while i was really turned on by the thought it also made me really nervous too. All the next day my mind kept going to what was to come, keeping me wet throughout the whole day. Later in the evening i showered and dressed in stockings and a corset, choosing one that left my tits free as i anticipated and very much hoped that He would want to play with them. I did my make up more heavy than usual, thinking of how He enjoyed me looking sluttish sometimes and i very much wanted to please Him. Then i put on the stiletto boots that Master had recently bought for me.

I began the preparations for the evening by attaching a metal bar, held by chains, to the hook in the ceiling of the living room. The bar had rings on either end where Master could fasten my hands to with the leather cuffs i’d just buckled around my wrists. To the ring in the idle of the bar i hung a chain with the pussy hook hanging from it. Greedy as ever i also set up the dildo stand, envisioning being filled while Master tormented me. The work bench was next on my list of things to put ready, i love when He crushes my tits in it while He whips me. Next to it i set up the whipping bench.

The choice of whips was difficult, torn between the fear of pain and being able to deal with it and the longing to feel His pain, to watch His enjoyment at my suffering. I finally decided on a large collection ranging from not so harsh leather whips to a variety of canes and the tacked paddle. I also laid the vibrating pussy pump, two clamps and the tit mangle ready on the table. Satisfied that Master would be happy with my choices, i lit candles in the room while Master put on music.

I was shaking when i sat at His feet, excitement, nervousness and pure lust. When He bent over and pulled my head toward Him by my hair and kissed me passionately His hands closed around my tits and began to squeeze. I let out a soft moan as He gripped my tits hard and pulled and twisted them. I offered them up to Him, taking His cock into my hand as He began to slap them. Each time it was harder than the last and i had trouble keeping my balance under blow after blow. I felt how He thrust His foot between my legs, rubbing it against my cunt. Mercilessly y He continued to hit my tits while i began to fuck His foot, as He’d ordered me to do. “That’s right, fuck your Master’s foot like the horny bitch you are.” I heard Him say as i rubbed my cunt back and forth on His foot, coming while He relentlessly continued to abuse my tits.

Master pulled me up onto the couch by my nipples, telling me to position my arse toward Him and spread my legs wide. As His fingers began to probe me, spreading my cunt open He asked if it was still sore from the fisting yesterday. It was and He just laughed when i told Him so. He pressed hard against my cunt and as i came He pressed into me, His other hand slapping my arse. His fingers prodded and probed, pinched and pushed and i knelt there feeling spread open wide for Him while He told me how much He loved seeing my cunt being stretched open by His hand.

I always feel so empty when He pulls out of me but i had little time to think about it as He pulled me back off the couch again, down between His legs, thrusting His cock into my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked on Him, enjoying the throbbing of His cock in my mouth, how He jerked and twitched when i licked around the rim before taking him in as deep as i could. His hands returned to my tits and again He began to twist and squeeze. When He squeezes really hard it takes my breath away and it feels awesome. Master pulled up my head and told me to put my hands in my neck, i immediately obeyed and watched as He took the slut paddle into His hand. He began with soft taps, gradually becoming harder and becoming more painful my tits were red and sore when He ordered me to watch as He tortured my tits and i looked down, seeing the paddle paused above my tit, knowing that any second a burst of pain would follow. I cried out when the next blow came, the pain burning my skin, the excitement of watching the force He used on me causing my to throb. I continued to watch as He hit my tits over and over. The pain combined with His enjoyment at causing it made my cunt explode again.

Finally the pain stopped and Master pulled me into His arms and kissed me. We sat for a while and i continued to stroke His cock while we talked. He then told me that i was to stand to attention by the door. I obeyed and stood, legs spread, arms behind my back, facing the door and waiting while Master adjusted the height of the chains on the metal bar. He told me to come over to Him and straddle the dildo stand. It slid in easily and Master was kind enough to higher it slightly so i didn’t have to work too hard to move the dildo in and out of my cunt. I felt something cold against my arse and realized that He was pushing the pussy hook against my arse hole until it opened up and that too slid inside me. When i felt His hands on my, already sore tits again i started moving on the dildos. Master’s fingers probed my mouth and as i sucked on His fingers he asked if i liked having all my holes filled, i could only nod yeas as i rode myself to orgasm.

Master took up the slut paddle and told me to watch as He began hitting my tits with it. The force He used gradually grew but still i hadn’t prepared me for the blinding pain when He began to lash my tits even harder, i literally saw stars several times. Suddenly Master stopped and softly trailed His fingers across my red and swollen tits, it made me shudder and even His gentle touch felt painful on them. All the while i hadn’t stopped moving the dildo and hook inside me.

I watched as Master took the tit press and roughly pulled my nipples toward it, pulling my tits through it before clamping it tightly closed. To start with the pain was excruciating but as it began to mellow and i continued to ride myself into the next orgasm it was replaced by other pain. Master was hitting my cunt. “Stick it out.”He demanded and i obeyed as best i could given the restrictions inside me. The pain became difficult to bear and i couldn’t help but to try to twist away. I realized that it wasn’t His hand slapping me that was causing so much pain but His ring that was hitting my bone each time. It was a huge relief when He turned His attention to my tits again. My relief was short lived when He tightened the clamp on my tits before picking up the slut paddle. This time i felt how He purposefully aimed at my nipples, sending shots of pain through them with each blow from the paddle. It was a struggle to continue to stick them out, offering them to Him to torture and do with what He wished, but i managed not to, taking strength from the look on His face. That is until He took up the riding crop and began to use that on my aching tits. The first strokes were bearable but then He began to flick at my nipples with the very top of the crop, making me scream and violently struggle to get away from the pain. Tears began to flow as i fought to force myself to turn back toward Him again and offer Him my nipples for more torture but i managed to and again the blinding pain had me reeling, sobbing and begging. My twisting and turning had made the hook in my arse do the same and i was desperately trying to fix it when the pain it was causing was suddenly forgotten when i felt as if my nipple had exploded, for a fraction of a second id forgotten the crop, i was painfully reminded. My relief was huge when Master set down the crop and released me from my binds before guiding me to my cushion.

Again we sat and talked and smoked and again Master at a certain point began squeezing my tits. He ordered me back onto the couch and my legs were barely spread when i felt Him thrust His fingers into me, only pulling them back so that He could add another finger. I spread my knees as wide as possible inviting Him in, longing to feel His fist in me as He twisted and turned, pushing His hand in deeper. “Who do you belong to?” He growled, His hand now filling my cunt. “You Master.” I whispered as i started to push back onto Him, coming hard while my bruised tits were pressed up against the back of the couch. Master pulled out and pulled my head down to His cock. I teased Him with my tongue, sucked and nibbled, enjoying watching and feeling His pleasure. His cock felt so hard, so good in my mouth and i so wanted to feel it in my cunt too but my pleading fell on deaf ears and Master ordered me instead over to the workmate.

I spread my legs wide and bent over, placing my tits between the two wooden vices. Master began tightening them, only stopping when they were squashed tightly, leaving me gasping for air. His fingers that were again probing my cunt helped alleviate the pain and i had to force myself not to ride back onto them because that made my clamped tits even more painful. Master then attached a clamp to both my nipples before continuing His probing of my cunt. I felt so empty when He pulled His fingers out of me but His fingers tightly pinching my cunt made me forget that and i was torn between trying to escape His grip or to grind my cunt harder against Him. Instead He let go and began to tighten the vice again. This time the pain totally took my breath away, i stood thee motionless, not able to do anything but try to breath. It was only when i felt His fingers lightly stroke my swollen tits that i cried out, desperately trying not to move. The pain was excruciating and i was very aware that Master was enjoying putting me through it. I began to beg and as always when i do this Master asked if i really wanted Him to stop and as always i replied “No, Master. I felt close to passing out when Master finally freed me. My breathing was erratic and my legs felt like jello when He led me back over to my cushion. It was nice to rest my head on His knees and catch my breath while He stroked my hair lovingly.

Before long He pulled me up and positioned me sitting between His legs, facing away from Him. I looked down in time to see the slut paddle lash down on me. My tits were already bruised, red and swollen but Master relentless, blow after blow followed. I arched my back offering my tits to Him, kissing and licking His hand and arm. He took hold of my nipples and told me to put the spanking bench in the middle of the room and to position myself to be whipped on it. I felt His eyes on me as i walked over and straddled it before leaning forward exposing my arse for Him.

The first whip strokes weren’t so hard and i pressed my cunt into the bench enjoying the growing glowing on my arse and back. The knotted whip followed which was a lot more difficult, the full blows on my back a welcome alternative to the sharp strokes with the tip on my arse. When i felt the heavy blow of the thick rubber whip on my back i again ground my cunt into the bench, coming while Master whipped me harder and harder. He commented that He couldn’t get at my arse as He wished and ordered me onto the poof on my knees before continuing with the heavy whip. I groaned and stuck my arse out to Him until i suddenly felt the whip flick between my legs, causing my cunt to burst into fire. Each stroke after that made me tense, unsure of where it would land, each time i tried to close my legs to protect my cunt Master ordered me to spread them. Then i felt the single tail flick all over my back and arse and began to relax, only startling when He gave a sharp crack of it but willingly sticking myself out for Him when he started to flick at e again. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me onto the floor, dragging me behind Him as He walked to my cushion. He held me and His words, telling me how He loved me, was proud of me, made me melt in His arms. Master told me that He was nearly ready to fuck me but first He wanted to cane me.

I was unsteady as i walked back over to the poof and positioned myself so that He had free reign. The first strokes were sharp and hard, His fingers teased my cunt in between strokes. I felt a rattan cane, followed by the double rattan cane. My arse was totally on fire but Master continued. At times i could not move or make a sound as the pain took over me but each time i stuck my arse out again, wanting to show Him my eagerness to please Him. His fingers were inside me again when He told me that He was nearly ready to fuck me but first i would receive a beating with the studded paddle. I braced myself for the 3 strokes knowing they would be the hardest i’d received yet. They were and i was still groaning with pain when i staggered over to the couch and climbed on and awaited the next torture. I didn’t have to wait long, my body jerked forward and my tits were crushed into the couch as the paddle blew down on me and i felt how the studs pierced and tore my skin. Before i could catch my breath a second followed and then another and another. The pain was fierce but the feeling immense, i also enjoyed the feeling of my still very painful tits pressed into the couch, for a split second i wondered how the tacked paddle would feel on my tits, then another fierce blow made me forget everything except the soaring pin. He told me He so enjoyed the thought that i would feel the pain for days to come every time i sat down.

Master threw down the paddle and roughly grabbed me by the hips and thrust His cock deep into my cunt, i immediately exploded, grinding back onto Him, my hands clasping His ball while i begged Him to fuck me hard. He did

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

It’s so hard readjusting to everyday life after the months of preparation for our wedding, then the wedding itself, which was absolutely wonderful. It was warm, romantic and also a lot of fun. The honeymoon we spent pretty much just relaxing, enjoying the sun, the Jacuzzi and of course each other

i’m sitting here trying to work but my mind keeps wandering off, in particular to one evening while we were on honeymoon. We’d spent the afternoon at a restaurant looking out over the beach, the sun, sangria and my handsomely browned and extremely mellow Master left me glowing. The tribal rings which i’d finally managed to stretch my labia piercings to accommodate pulled down heavily on my lips and my tits were nicely sore from several slaps Master had given them on the way to the restaurant, it wasn’t just my heart and face that were glowing...

After returning to the house Master suggested we get into the Jacuzzi, of course i didn’t have to think twice, the temperature was still lovely outside and the Jacuzzi very enticing. It was of course coincidence that i was positioned exactly above one of the jets which brought me to, and kept me on, the brink of orgasm

Master was sitting opposite me and i moved over so that i was kneeling between His legs in the water and kissed Him longingly. His hands went straight for my tits and He started to squeeze them, at first His grip was gentle but gradually it became harder as He began to twist and pull on them. my automatic reaction was to take hold of His cock. Feeling Him so hard in my hand turned me on even more and when He started to bit my tits hard i couldn’t help but to rub Him against my throbbing cunt, longing to feel Him inside me.

His hands were relentless and continued to kneed my now extremely sore tits and all i could think of was how badly i wanted to feel Him in me right then. i’d been wearing a swimsuit as the Jacuzzi was visible for the neighbours from their bedroom windows but as usual my horniness won from my shyness and i quickly pulled it off before straddling Master and letting His cock slide deep inside me.

i began to fuck Him like there was no tomorrow, His fingers were pulling hard on my nipples, the pain taking my breath away and causing my cunt to clench tightly around Him. He forced me to look at Him so that He could enjoy seeing the pain He was causing me, seeing the pure lust on His face had me thrusting even harder against Him. The moment He relinquished His grip somewhat and the pain began to ease i felt wave after wave of total ecstasy as i moved up and down on His cock. He began to slap my tits and for a brief moment i remembered the neighbours but it didn’t matter, i didn’t want Him to stop, in fact the thought of someone watching while He tortured my tits causing me to ride Him like a bitch on heat actually turned me on.

The weightlessness of the water made it so easy to fuck continuously without tiring, i have no idea how many times i came. It must have been over an hour later when Master told me to go inside and shower after which i was to dress in garter belt, stockings and heels and to wait for Him, He added that i was to use the glass dildo to keep myself ready for Him until He got there.

The dildo felt good but not half as good as Master had felt, my piercings were clanging like crazy against the glass as i moved it in and out while impatiently waiting for Master. Finally He came and forced me onto my knees, my mouth opened wide to take His cock as deep as i could. His fingers were deep inside my cunt, plunging in and out when i felt the taws come down hard on my back and arse. my skin was tender because of the sun and each blow felt twice as hard as usual but i kept my mouth on His cock as He had told me to do regardless of how harsh the pain was.

i felt how He stretched my cunt wide open with 4 fingers, almost ramming His whole hand into me as He continued to beat me with the taws. Suddenly i felt Him pull me up by my hair while telling me that He wanted to cane me before fucking me again and to assume presentation position. i immediately obeyed, positioning myself in the middle of the bed on my hands and knees, my arse stuck out waiting for the first lash of the cane. It was harder than i’d expected and before i could catch my breath another followed, then another. i was still twisting and groaning from the pain when i felt His hands roughly take hold of my hips before forcing His cock deep inside my extremely soaked cunt. His hips thrusting against my sore arse, His cock hard and throbbing inside me had me coming again in no time. When i felt Him swell and start to come it felt like a huge explosion giving me one final incredible orgasm before collapsing in His arms.

So i sit and think back longingly counting the weeks until we return to Spain, and of course the Jacuzzi, in September

A huge amount in fact because Master has reconsidered and i am now allowed to come without His permission when He is not at home or sleeping. It really is a huge relief. It’s not so much the coming itself (which of course is in itself extremely enjoyable) but more the masturbating itself.

i so enjoy taking the time to lay back and recall the things that Master does to me while idly playing with myself. As i remember how His hands felt on my tits, squeezing them harder and harder, pulling and twisting them, my cunt starts to throb like crazy. It’s strange really, when i am with Master i come over and over but when i’m playing alone i usually just delay coming and i can’t take it anymore.

Thinking back on how He’d made me lay with my legs spread wide while He used the tawse on my cunt. Some blows not too hard making me raise my hips towards Him welcoming the next one, others harder causing my thighs automatically to close, the pain excruciating, making me want to protect my sore cunt. That is until i hear Him tell me to spread my legs again, that my cunt was not red enough, not swollen enough, that He wasn’t done with me yet. Then the only thing in the world that i can do is to spread my legs as wide as possible for Him, to obey Him and brace myself for the next blow. When i lay and i play and i think back and i feel how soaked my cunt is, all i want is to feel His hands on me, feel Him inside me. But still i don’t come.

my fingers teasing my still painful nipples remind me of His face as He pulled on them while He caned my tits. Again the strokes differed from wonderfully painful to hellish pain, either causing me to come or to squirm away from His firm grip, to no avail. Then same when He caned my thighs and arse, leaving His mark on my whole body (it so excites me to see His marks on my tits and thighs throughout the days that follow a caning.) i remember strokes that had me riding His thrusting flingers like a bitch on heat and others that made me crazy out, squirm away and i so had to fight to stick out my tits, offering them to Him while the pain was still roaring through my body, but each time i did and i was often rewarded with His fingers, 4 of them, ramming into my cunt.

He does so enjoy making me suffer for the pleasure He gives me. Like the other day, He had me kneel in front of a mirror, His fingers deep inside me while He lashed my back with the tawse. He made me watch each time His hand raised for the next lash, as the tawse came blazing down on me, His hand on His hard cock, His enjoyment of the pain He was causing me evident. Each time the pain started to ebb i became aware again of His fingers fucking and kneading my cunt causing it to clench His fingers until it exploded again. Each time He raised His hand for the next blow He asked if it was worth it, to take His pain before i had my pleasure and each time i braced myself and whispered “Yes Master”.

Hmm and then i think of His hands on my tits again, only this time it was while i was straddled over Him. His cock hard and throbbing deep in my cunt. He used my tits to pull me up and down on Him, thrusting His hips upwards so His cock rammed harder and deeper into me. There is so nothing like Him fucking me, feeling His cock explode so hard that it hurts. Totally awesome.

He should be home shortly and there’s a brand new dildo waiting to be tried out, yep Master life is good

Tonight night we’re going to a party, a couple of days ago i started to worry about what to wear, pfft that’s always so difficult, to feel comfortable and to please Master at the same time i finally decided on something until just now, when Master told me He wanted me to wear something sexy and slightly revealing (or the other way around) and i would get a good spanking when i got home.

Panic, what to wear? i finally decided on something that i thought suited His wishes, hey come on who i am to pass up a good spanking? So i spent at least an hour trying on things that might make Master happy. That might turn Him on, i hope it does, the thought all evening of Him spanking me, oei its gonna be a long evening....
i'm gonna get dressed.

This whole don’t come thing isn’t easy, well that’s an understatement. My life was actually filled with eroticism. Once i caved and asked Master if i could come (pah once! Usually i come at least 4 times a day.) i could, the next time i couldn’t. Its not easy. Today i didn’t ask. I was way too horny, i just texted Him and asked if He would come home and fuck my brains out, He said he wouldn’t be able to get here till seven but He would Life is good
To be continued...

Well it's time to shake things up a bit around here and throw some life back into this weblog, i've been quiet for way too long

And what better way to start off than with a whiney-slavey-like complaint "Mwaah Master won't let me come anymore." Ok well that's not entirely true, He will in fact let me come, lots even, but i have to ask permission first.

That's not such a problem i hear you say, well it most certainly can be, given my apparent insane shyness to admit that i desperately want to come at any given time. It's the least difficult when Master is there with me, using me. Then it's all i can do to not scream it out. Just like the other night when Master had me on my hands and knees in front of Him, He thrust His fingers deep into my cunt, while He beat my back and arse with a leather tawse. His fingers were stretching my cunt wide open, pressing deep into it, that, combined with the lashes of the tawse had me grinding my cunt harder onto His fingers, licking His feet, just wanting more and more and begging Him to allow me to come.

my shyness was totally forgotten.

He roughly pulled me up by my hair, forcing His leg between my thighs as i kneeled before Him. i felt how He took my tits in His hands and started to squeeze them, i couldn't help but to press my cunt against His leg, grinding my hips against it as i heard Him tell me to ride His leg like the bitch i was. And i did, i couldn't do anything else. His grip on my tits got harder, He squeezed and twisted them, the pain, His words... My cunt was about ready to explode, against His leg.

my shyness was non existent.

i begged and i pleaded and He let me come and i begged Him each time i came, not a thought to shyness, well only when He mocked my horniness, laughed at me as i rode His leg, grinned as He made me clean my juices from His fingers, from His cock with my mouth after each time He fucked me. But not for long. Because the only thing i was aware of was His hands torturing my tits, His voice demanding an answer as to whom i belonged, my answer somewhat incoherent from the pain, from total lust, total submission "You Master."

Total awesome oblivion.

The problem starts the next day. The soreness of my tits each time i move makes me think back about the previous evening and His hands. i look down and i see the bruising and i remember the agonizing pain and how i so did not want Him to stop but also how i did. Each time my robe brushes my nipples and i flinch i remember how they'd become so sore. i remembered His face as i sat, straddled on Him, His cock deep inside me while He beat my tits with the tawse. Each time the pain started to ebb and spread, as always mysteriously ending up in my cunt, i felt how i rode His cock harder, one orgasm followed by the other. Even when He aimed purposely at my nipple and the pain became excruciating and i begged Him no, i could not stop riding His cock. i begged no but even before i heard Him ask if i was telling Him no, i knew that i wasn't. i am His property to do with what He wishes and He will. Even before i felt the blinding pain i knew that the mere fact that i'd pleaded no would get me at least one more sharp lash to my nipple; and it did. i sit and i remember that and my cunt starts to throb and i can feel myself get wetter and i so badly want to come, want Him to take me again but He's not here, so the next best thing... Oei but that would mean asking Master, asking Him each time i wanted to come.

my shyness is back.

So i sit here and i cross my legs and i feel how swollen my cunt is and i remember how He'd made me spread it open wide for Him, ordering me to close my mouth firmly around His cock, His fingers were just slightly inside of me. He then counted to three before ramming His fingers hard into me, causing my head to shoot forward and His cock to thrust deep into the back of my throat. i heard Him tell me that my mouth was a cunt with a tongue and that i was to fuck Him with it, so i sucked Him, my tongue flicking over His cock as He slid in and out of my mouth, taking His balls into my mouth, sucking on them, while stroking them with my tongue. All the while His fingers were still ramming into my clenching cunt, which was still sore from several hard slaps He'd given me and from His clenching and pinching fingers earlier that evening. And again my cunt throbs and all i want to do is feel Him inside me right now.

Usually around about now i would sneak off to the bedroom and play with myself while ruminating the above, my cunt already soaked and throbbing as i remembered but hmm... help! that would mean *asking* So i try to remain silent and continue to work, ignoring the throbbing between my thighs but then suddenly i see His face, His sadistic smile, His enjoyment at the pain He's making me suffer for Him, as He forces me to watch the pleasure it gives Him to watch me struggle with the pain. Then i feel again how His cock hardened in my mouth, throbbing at my muffled cries as He beat and used me and its all i can do not to come spontaneously. i remember feeling the blinding pain on my back while He moved His cock in me, my knees spread as wide as possible wanting to feel Him as deep as possible, feel how He throbs and swells before making me cry out with pain as i feel Him get so incredibly hard before exploding. Hmm i just had a very dreamy thought, it would be so nice to have photos of Him using me each and every way.

my shyness won't win this.

i am way too horny. Its either ask or explode. And Master is working away from home. So i could mail Him, in emails i don’t blush i’m sure He'll agree. Won't He?

A little while ago Master celebrated His birthday, i was really pushed to think of a gift i could surprise Him with, just as i was starting to panic i remembered a holiday home i'd seen on the internet a little while ago. Set in the middle of a nature area, it was perfect for a quiet weekend together, oh and its extensive sm attic was of course not to be scorned at :)

i had managed to keep it a secret from Master right up until we actually left (which had not been easy given i had to raid and pack a whole plethora of whips, paddles and other such fun stuffs without Him actually missing it) but when i told Him the direction He had to drive to it kinda gave it away (hmm maybe with the disappearance of all mandatory bedside whips, two big, very full, heavy, suitcases and two bags filled with tapas, wine, breakfast stuffs and pink champagne He might already have had a heads up...)

The house was perfect! A large living/dining area but more importantly a well stocked spacious attic, Master readily accepted His birthday gift and certainly put it to very good use in the days that followed. i remember feeling very nervous the first evening after we'd eaten and Master told me to go upstairs and kneel in front of the cross that was attached to the far wall and to wait for Him. However my excitement took over as i looked around me and wondered what was in store for me.

That had been so strange about packing to go, i'd had to make the choice of all the things to take, which meant choosing what i thought Master would possibly want to use on me which doesn't always exactly coincide with what i actually enjoy, ah that yes/no/yes/no feeling again...

Master seemed pleased with my choices and i believe that there is not much that He did not use on me that weekend, or any part of the furniture there that He did not try out. Our shared favorite was a whipping bench. Each time He had me mount it He fastened my ankles and wrists to hooks fastened either side of it, rendering me helpless with my ass freely accessible for Him to whip. At the end of the bench was a hole giving Him perfect access to my cunt to which He attached clamps with weights. my erratic movements caused by the strokes of the whip on my arse made the weights pull down more heavily. What i found very cool was that Master placed a full length mirror in front of me so i was constantly able to see Him.

i was thinking about that the other day actually, i can be turned on physically, but that is nothing compared to when i'm turned on mentally as well. i'm a masochist, i enjoy pain (to a certain extent) i'm a slut i enjoy sex (to no end) but its when i hear His voice, ordering me, teasing me, humiliating me; see the look on His face as He whips me, watch as He walks around me, planning His next stroke; feel the softness of His hands on my arse still burning from a fiery stroke with the cane, His soft kisses just before He takes my tits in His hands and squeezes so hard that it takes my breath away; that's what makes me so extremely turned on that i feel i could burst. But i digress...

Having the mirror in front of me i tried to anticipate each stroke but it was impossible as Master kept teasing me, lifting the whip or cane without actually letting it rain down on me as i expected and then suddenly giving me a quick hard lash just as i was not expecting it. He'd started out with me attached to the cross, which felt pretty good (so much so that Master is brewing up plans for a totally renovated bedroom) the stocks were a little large for me so i wasn't subjected to too much torture while fastened in them but He certainly made up for that when He had me cuffed and shackled in the swing. He removed my rings which i knew meant that He was planning on whipping my cunt. i felt totally helpless my legs spread wide, unable to twist away from lash after lash on my swollen cunt. The swelling wasn't helped by suction cups He attached here and there. By the time Master fucked me later that evening i was so sore when He thrust into me i didn't know whether to scream with pain or pleasure, i believe it was the later though :)

There was also a large cage which Master put me into, it was a strange feeling, sitting there behind the bars as He sat on the couch and watched me, subdued anticipation i think. Another addition for our new planned bedroom i'd say.

It would take for ever to describe all the happenings of the weekend, in and outside of the attic, so i'll leave with several photos that speak for themselves and to say that it took days before i could sit without feeling the extent of Master's birthday present.

i forgot in my last post mention a straight cane that Master recently added to His collection. Its not as supple as the rotan cane He has and i very much enjoy the thuddy feeling it gives. i use the word enjoy loosely because it can also be shear hell.

Like the last time Master used it on me. He'd been teasing me all throughout the evening, randomly roughly spreading my legs and slapping my cunt, hard, before continuing with what He was doing. By the time we went to bed i was not only quite sore but also extremely wet. Feeling Master's hand tightly squeeze my cunt before His fingers disappeared inside of me only added to my excitement. Apparently His too as His cock was rock hard when i took Him into my mouth.

Almost immediately i felt Him use the slut paddle on my arse, which was already somewhat bruised from a caning several days earlier. As His fingers plunged deeper into me the blows became harder, this never fails to make me want to take Him deeper into my mouth until i feel Him in my throat, its as if it makes the pain more bearable for some reason.

By that time all i wanted was to feel Him deep inside me but Master told me to lick His arse while He continued to paddle me. The blows became harder and harder as my tongue probed Him trying to reach in as far as possible. His reaction to my pitiful pleading to be fucked was to tell me that He wanted to cane me first and order me to position myself on my stomach with two pillows under me so that He had a perfect aim at my now glowing arse.

First He used the twisted double cane before exchanging it for the straight one. Each lash was harder that the last and i had to struggle to stay in position. i heard Master ask if i enjoyed suffering for Him. As always it was a torn answer yes/no/yes/no of course ending with "Yes Master." Hearing His voice helped to put things in perspective. He is my Master, whom can and will do anything He wishes with me and i as His slave will not only accept it but welcome the pain He chooses to cause me.

i think i was probably still whimpering and begging to be fucked when He said that first He would give me 5 hard consecutive strokes with the cane, i braced myself. Master knows that i have difficulty dealing with the cane when the strokes follow each other in a fast tempo, i always feel like i have no time to catch my breath and prepare for the next one, making it oh so difficult to maintain my position. He does enjoy making life difficult for me sometimes.

i was still squirming and groaning from the pain when I felt Him thrust His cock hard into me. my arse was sore and on fire from the caning, my cunt from the slapping, my hips from His fingers pressing deep into my flesh as He thrust in and out of me, giving me an awesome, well worth waiting for orgasm as i felt Him swell and explode inside me.

Sitting on the train writing this i can still very much feel my cunt sore and swollen, making me throb and long for Him all over again.

Please be patient...