Well the tit cuffs were a success i believe.
By the time i’d dressed to serve dinner and Master finally got to try them out on me i think He would have preferred to just skip dinner altogether.
i however enjoyed sitting opposite Him, feeling the pins dig into my skin as we ate and talked. Each time i brought Him a new course He squeezed my tits firmly in His hands causing the tacks to press into my skin even harder. That’s a nice thing about the cuffs, they can be worn for hours if not fastened too tightly and are pleasantly painful or they can be pulled very tightly or pressed into the skin causing a sharp, unbearably bearable pain. Master mentioned that He was interested to see my reaction when He caned my tits while wearing them and i must admit i was also very interested to know how that felt, they’d felt pretty good when they dug deeply into me as i knelt on the couch with my tits pressed into the back of it while Master thrust His fingers deep into my cunt. They felt even better when Master abandoned His plan to fist me and instead plunged His cock deep into my cunt, fucking me hard, causing the tacks to stick even further into my skin. He exploded almost immediately, hmm maybe i let Him wait too long

Yesterday my slave announced she was going to “the stores”. Usually this means the supermarket but when she came home she said she’d been to town but wouldn’t tell me where exactly she went, just saying “you’ll find out”. She has a special, secretive demeanour, which she seems to save for such occasions and over time I learned that further prodding would be pointless; I’d find out what she was up to in due time.

After dinner she dug up her sewing machine, set it up on the table and unceremoniously told me to go to my office and not come into the living room. None the wiser I retired to my office from where I could hear the sewing machine buzzing away. After a few hours she announced she was ready and proudly showed me the results of her home crafts.

She had made, for lack of a better word, a set of tit cuffs. These black faux-leather cuffs are elastic and have double D-rings on one end so you can pull them tight to fit around the base of the breast. The interesting thing is that in-between the lace and the elastic she had put thumbnails, thus creating simple yet very efficient little instruments to torture her tits with.

My horny little painslut proudly confessed she’d been thinking about it for a few days, mulling over the best way to put them together. Ever the fashionista, she even made a second pair, also in black but this time sequined. After all, a fashion conscious girl can’t be caught out wearing tit cuffs that mismatch her lingerie.

While at it, she also produced a pair of elastic thigh cuffs in black lace, this time with the thumbnails sticking out. Should she try and cross her legs, something she is not supposed to do as it prevents easy and immediate access to My holes, the thumbnails will give her a literally sharp reminder not to.

Of course I was anxious to immediately try out the effectiveness of our new toys but we decided to wait until tonight. My slave will cook a wonderful dinner and while I enjoy her cookery skills I will have the pleasure of looking at her, knowing that the thumbnails in her tit cuffs are digging into her tits.

Can’t wait for dinner!

Hmm i’m sure i’ve used that subject line before…
Oh well, i like what i like so what the hell

And i do like it Whether Master is squeezing them tightly, crushing them in a vice or caning them, it just feels wonderful. Well You know that kind of horribly painful wonderful.

Oh and of course binding them like He did the other night. First each was separately bound, tightly, before He bound them together. It made me as horny as hell as He bound them tighter and tighter, actually just watching and feeling Him made me extremely horny.

My cunt was absolutely soaked by the time He was done and eagerly awaiting His plunging fingers. i didn’t have to wait long before feeling Him open me up and thrust in and out of me while His other hand teased my tits, which were becoming more and more tender, i was coming in no time.

His hands were squeezing harder and harder and my tits were becoming extremely painful but even without His fingers inside my throbbing cunt the sensation made me come. i’d been sitting at His feet, my legs spread wide, my tits offered up to Him, He pulled me up toward Him and again His hands began to kneed my sore tits. i couldn’t help but to cry out as His hands closed around them like a vice, i leant my head against Him, struggling with the pain but at the same time licking and kissing His neck and chest. i heard Him ask if i enjoyed suffering for Him, i answered that i did and i very much do. It feels so good when i can feel how His cock jerks and hardens in my mouth or my cunt because of the pain He is causing me, its a huge turn on, i couldn’t help but to desperately try to position myself over His leg so my cunt could rub against Him

Master pushed my head down and i eagerly took His cock into my mouth, sucking Him in as deep as i could. i licked and sucked on Him, enjoying feeling Him so hard. i could feel how the rope was cutting into my skin, my tits were purple and so painful that even the slightest touch felt like the lash of a whip. my tongue played with His cock as i tried to take Him in further, wanting to feel Him in my throat.

By the time He ordered me onto my hands and knees on the couch i was so wet that He easily thrust into me, just as i started to come i felt how He roughly took a hold of my tits again, His slut handles, and used them to pull me hard onto Him making me feel like my cunt had exploded. There’s nothing in the world like feeling His cock throbbing and ready to fill me, feeling my body sore from His attentions as He thrusts so deep as He comes, pure ecstasy, and always my best orgasm of the night

I can’t help it, I am a sadist. Not that this fact bothers me, on the contrary, I derive great pleasure from my sadism and for the most part so does my slave.

I just love to torture my slave’s cunt and at times that can be a bit tricky. After all, only a small flick of the whip could easily tear out one of the rings in her outer labia. Therefore, I make my slave take out her rings prior to a cunt torture session, something that is not easily done with the 5 mm screw-in ball rings she now wears.

When you want the screwed-in balls to come loose to remove the rings they are invariably almost too tight to loosen and at times you want them to stay where they are they tend to come loose. Only the other day one of the balls came loose while visiting a friend. My very red-faced slave had to bend over under the amused glances of our host to pick up the little steel ball from the floor. However amusing that little incident may have been, for a long time I have been looking for a solution to the problem and I think I have found one.

Wildcat sells what they call a tribal dream ring. Unlike other rings these have an internal locking screw that is opened and closed with a small screwdriver. Very easy and quick to take out, yet no more fear of the coming loose at times you don’t want it. Only problem is that these rings are 8 mm in diameter while my slave’s piercings are just over 4 mm.

So, thoughtful as I am, I also got her an enlarging crescent. Every night I sit back and enjoy the sight of my slave using the crescent to stretch the holes in her labia to almost double their current size so they can accommodate the 8 mm tribal rings. I can only imagine how obscenely sexy these huge rings will make her cunt look.

While shopping at Wildcat I – well, actually my slave did - stumbled across a breast mangler, or, for the less posh among us, a tit press. This particular one consists of just two narrow steel bars, which means that most of the tit flesh is still available for further torture once her tits are clamped in it. I haven’t used it yet, but that will change tonight.

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.

And i did.
And it was oh so good

So everything is back in its place. i have made one more change to the site, in future i'll write my posts as missssin and not slavel as i have done up until now. For the simple reason that i chose slavel when i started up this blog for lack of better, its not a name Master uses for me (He uses my given name or merely 'slave') where as i obviously use missssin on the missssin site itself but also for delicious, The Slave Register and goodness knows what else, so it just makes more sense to integrate both.

i wish you all a wonderful steamy, lusty, painful weekend!

i just realized that my overzealous scaling of the photos in my last post resulted in a shift of everything to the right for smaller screens, if your effected by it my apologies, i'll fix it in the morning, right now i feel too mellow to do anything other than sit, surf a bit and reminisce here over a nice warm evening.

A nice warm evening? That sounds weird given it was cold, dark and raining when we left home but there's nothing like Master's arm around me to make me feel safe and snug and actually not give a damn about how cold i am. We went to a 'wine and dine' at our favourite Spanish restaurant, 6 courses with accompanying wine (tasting.) Hours of comfortable relaxedness ( if it's not a word a should be) with Master and His laughing eyes.

i believe that its a credit card company (i'll refrain from linking to them lest they do a check back on links and die of horrification when they see where the link is from) that has a tv commercial about the priceless things in life, it's actually quite cool. It pops into my mind now and again, like this evening, nothing big, nothing huge but so very warm, so priceless.

And of course Masters (non)snoring in the background is also priceless ;)

So back to the surfing and stuffs, i've just setup an account with delicious so i've been sorting out my bookmarks and put a selection of bdsm related ones on there for those interested. And of course your (delicious) links are always welcome.

Of a different kind this time ;)

Its that time of year again, cold, dark, the shops filling up with xmas stuffs and of course the Night of the Proms. Last weekend Master and i went for the third consecutive year and it was pretty cool, certainly a lot better than last year, which had been a little disappointing. Very much an 80's line up with Midge Ure, Sinead O'Connor and the Simple Minds with their classic hits. Sinead O'Connor impressed me with her sometimes fragile, sometimes explosive voice and a real treat was a duet sung by Midge Ure and Erik Mesie, Hey You as tribute to Pink Floyd's recently passed away founder member, Richard Wright. An unlikely song from an unlikely duo done extremely well. The Harlem Gospel Choir swung as one expects a gospel choir to swing and the Simple Minds closed the evening in true NOTP style.

As always my favorite part of the show was watching Master dance about (in between photo taking (yes the pics below are His)) and sing His lungs out at the end with Land of Hope and Glory ;)

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.