The Kink Fingerprint and Punishment

Anyone who's been into the BDSM corner of the blogosphere more than 15 minutes will realize kink is like fingerprints. Each set is unique. Even when they look the same, they're not. When you think someone is talking about the exact same fetish or activity you are, the odds are really, really good there's a subtle (or not so subtle) difference that makes it new and different from your brand.

I've known about my kinky tendencies for...probably fifteen years now, easy. A "Where's Waldo" book turned me on to bondage. I kid you not, ladies and gentlemen. I believe it was this blue book...tho the yellow and red one has some goodies too...that had a scene where kids are running rampant in a museum. One of the weird little scenes within the scenes was a guard locked in a set of stocks, barefoot, being tickled by some kids.

My unorthodox (or not really?) introduction to kinky porn. Even before girls were sexualized (they'd always been pleasant things to be around...I didn't have a "cooties" phase, to my knowledge) I was getting a hardon over a picture. How young was this? Young enough that I actually asked my mom why my penis was getting stiff while looking at those pictures.

(Yeah...I'm cringing now. I never did get an answer, something that puzzled and irked me until a few years ago.)

I could go on, but bondage...whether physical, or something imposed like house arrest or restrictions of activity, is a huge part of my kinky makeup. The helplessness of being tied down features in all my submissive fantasies. I want to be helpless, and everything else stems from that.

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Punishment is an extension of the helplessness, I think. If someone has the authority to punish me, then I'm clearly beholden to them...and thus helpless to avoid the punishment just as if I were handcuffed to the chair. I have issues on a personal level with the "anti-punishment" sentiment I see more and more, and have even experienced in a few relationships (including my current one). It goes something like this:

"If you're going to submit, you should do so just because it's submitting. Breaking the rules is a grave, deep disrespect and should not be used to get punishment."

No offense if that (or something similar) is your mantra. Amy over at 24.7 posted something similar about this the other day, and in their situation it makes perfect sense. I'd even go as far to say it's a brilliant insight on the relationship (as if I know anything about the actual relationship).

But as for me? Getting punished is...fun. Part of the game. Nothing gets my blood pumping than being given silly, difficult to follow rules that are easy to break...because I know I'll end up being "bad" and being "set straight."

I also really get off on making those rules...it's fun to lead a sub into failure over what color socks they can wear on Tuesdays, just to "lovingly" correct them. It's part of my make up, my kink finger print.

Some things should be left alone though, and not treated in the "game" category. My collar necklace, for instance, is a symbol of more than the sum of it's parts. "Forgetting" it at home one day in order to provoke a punishment WOULD be disrespectful to the relationship. In my perfect world, there are rules that matter and rules set up just to toy with a sub's head.

But my point is...it's fun to be "in trouble." A lotta fun.

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It's also a technique for getting attention one feels is lacking...just ask any misbehaved five year old. When they're good, mom and dad are able to do stuff that doesn't involve the kid. The kid is bad? Mom and dad have to pay attention.

Sub isn't getting spanked often enough? Not being put in the corner, tied up, made to eat veggies, etc etc etc? Well if the sub break the rules, the dominant will HAVE to punish the sub, right? Instant attention/affection/abuse!

I had one domme who made it clear I wasn't to break the rules simply to get punished. I got a lil annoyed at that...until the next part (and I paraphrase): "I don't need a reason to punish you. If you're feeling deprived of torture, all you have to do is tell me."

Not a bad compromise.

---Him

Mid Week Weekend Report

Howdy hey everyone,

Since She covered some of our fun but not all of it, I guess it's a subtle way of leaving me something to blog about.

I was over on the bed reading and feeling a bit frisky, in a terribly subby kinky sort of way. She was over on the couch, watching TV. Since we were already not really hanging out together, I slipped out of my clothes, then out of bed.

After a hug and a quick snuggle... "Do you think you could tie me up?" It's still pretty hard to verbalize desires like that...but I'm getting better.

She didn't make much of a reply, so I just kept on snuggling her from the floor. After a few minutes, she decided. "Go lay down. I'll be right there."

I did as I was told, and first came the fuzzy cuffs...



and then she climbed over to strap on the velcro cuffs...



and then she left me to stew for a while.



Yep, those ARE clothespins you see. They didn't hurt very much going on...but...after a while, they really weren't pleasant.

In fact, after a undetermined period of time I was uncuffed and set to cleaning the kitchen. At that point, between the time in clothespins and the extra movement...my nipples were in sheer agony. This led to a minor temper outburst *ashamed* but I did manage to get the kitchen done before getting let loose.





Nipple play is fun, because as erotic as it is...I can't say I enjoy it, lol.

Big lesson of the day? Speak up before the situation makes me lose my cool...

---Him

Back to the Spanko Brunch

So it's been a long hiatus, for multiple reasons, some of which were detailed by Her in her last post. Time to start getting back into things again.

So here I am, looking over at the topic Bonnie put forth on My Bottom Smarts: "If we enjoy spankings, how can they be effective as a punishment?"

It's kinda funny, since I've been thinking about this particular tidbit a lot lately, as I've been forgetful about things, a little on the selfish side, and just all around not-as-good-as-I-could-be. After a couple incidents of misbehavior (for a lack of a better term, tho it's not quite that simple), I started thinking, "There really need to be consequences for this sort of thing."

The road forks here...the whole "punishment vs casual d/s" theme should be continued this week, so...come back then to get more specifics on this story. But the Brunch part of this goes on below.

I've also been craving a spanking all week, since planned playtime got hijacked by some other things last weekend. So part of me is going, "Do I want a spanking, or do I want correction? Are they one and the same? Or do I like spanks too much for it to serve as a corrective action?"

The truth for me is a lot of things sound REALLY sexy...until they happen. Cold showers, for instance. The idea of being forced to take one is really hott, but...I hate them with a passion once I'm under the water. Standing in a corner...sexy, until it hits the point where the arousal wears off and I'm simply standing with my nose in a dusty corner of the room.

At the same time, standing in a corner while being teased or otherwise played with is a lot more fun. A cold shower with Her standing outside the tub, giggling at me, is more enjoyable than being alone. So the manner in which the "punishment" takes place makes all the difference.

A spanking done "just because" or because I was "such a naughty boy, flaunting that butt" is WAY different than one done because I've been "disappointing" or a "bad sub." The tone of voice She uses to frame the spanking and the lecturing (or worse, the silence) goes a long way to bringing something fun to something awful.

There's also differences in techniques. A hard, fast spanking with no warm up wouldn't be fun (at least not satisfying) under any circumstances. There are also different toys She can use on me that HURT, and not in the "Oh BABY" way.

In summary, a spanking can easily be used as a punishment in my case simply by changing the context and making it HURT.

What do you think? Check out this week's MBS Spanko Brunch to learn more, voice your thoughts, and read what everyone else is thinking!

---Him

MBS Spanko Brunch Musings

Howdy everyone. I know it's been a better part of a week since anyone's heard tell of us, but that's just how it goes sometimes, sadly.

She is right in the middle of a move (not closer to me, sadly) and hasn't been able to find the time to post. My coursework has been sucking my soul, and so posting hasn't been at the top of my list either. Sorry to all if we're boring you!

Now onto the Brunch. This week's question:

"Do you think it's reasonable for a spankee to ask to be spanked? During the course of a spanking, may the spankee ask for more swats or greater intensity? Have you asked or been asked? What was the spanker's response?"

I've been in situations of "scene play" where it's been "disrespectful" and "out of place" to make any requests for the spankee's/sub's desires in mind, and think that can be lots of fun. "Forcing" someone, or being "forced," to think and act contrary to one's desires is part of the charm of BDSM for me. Not asking for what one wants because one is submitting to another's desires can be an enjoyable aspect of things.

But at the same time, in a long term romance everyone's needs and desires need to be respected and fulfilled. Sometimes it's hard to watch for the little signs that she needs a spanking. Often times she doesn't have a single thought towards spanking me unless I bring it up. If no one asked for what they need, it's hard for everyone to be happy.

As for during a spanking, it's fun to see if I can spank her as hard as she asks for. I like it when she asks for worse...I don't feel obligated to do it always, but it can be fun to see if I can actually spank as well as she wants. The couple times I've been under her hand, I've been compelled to ask for more...didn't quite get it as bad as I was hoping, I have to say, but she did oblige in picking up the intensity for me.

In either case, I think it's just part of the healthy communication between a couple, not unlike one partner asking for sex or a hug. Depending on the details (are the spankings for the spanker's pleasure, or the spankee's? Is this playtime, or punishment?) is where the gray area is. I think the spankee should always feel free to ask, but not necessarily expect to be accomodated. A big chunk of the spanking experience is not being in total control.

Thanks to Bonnie for another great topic!

---Him

Change and Renewal, Episode 2

It's a little late, but here's the next installment. Have a happy Halloween!

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I looked around at the street. I didn’t see anyone watching, but that didn’t mean there couldn’t be someone just inside a window. I wasn’t worried about being seen, so much as I was worried about someone seeing and calling the cops. To be honest, I was excited at the prospect of being exposed for Suzanne.

My only chance then, was to obey quickly and convince Suzanne to let me in before anyone could be offended.

I stripped down. I pulled my shirt over my head and folded it neatly, placing it on the rail. Then I bent over to untie my shoes and slide off my socks. Next I shimmied out of my jeans, folding those neatly on top of my shoes. Remembering the demands I used to make of Suzanne in this department, I put my shirt on top of the jeans before peeling off my briefs. I felt myself shriveling from the nervousness and chill as I folded and placed the briefs on top of my shirt.

Another quick look around, and I knelt at the foot of the steps. I was pretty sure this little spectacle was going unnoticed. “Mistress, I’ve done as you asked.”

I didn’t even hear movement in response to my call. I raised my voice. “Mistress, please come and let me in.”

I hear Suzanne’s chair drag across the floor, but Suzanne did not appear. Wincing, I called for her again. “Suzanne, please!”

Suzanne walked up to the screen door just as a dog next door started to bark. I adore the sound of her giggle, and Suzanne was definitely giggling hard. “I don’t know whether you’re more cute or sexy like that.”

The dog was barking more now, and I could hear someone yelling at it. Any second now, I was going to be seen. “Please Mistress…”

“Alright silly. Come up here.”

I hopped up and ran up to Suzanne, who opened up the door and let me inside before walking down the steps to scoop up my clothes. I stood next to the sink, not sure what to do next, until she came inside and closed the door.

“I’d forgotten how good that body looks. You’ve been taking care of it.”

I flushed, both at being scrutinized while so exposed and with pleasure at Suzanne’s praise. “Thanks. I’ve tried. I’m glad you like it.”

Suzanne gave me an odd look, then held out her arms. I went to her gladly, and we wrapped each other up in a tight embrace. Her hair smelled the same, soothing lavender. Her breasts swelled in the same delightful manner against me, the curve of her back the same arousing angle.

“Oh I’m so, so glad you’re here. We’re going to have so much fun.” Suzanne smiled at me, rubbing her hands up and down my arms. “Now, go ahead and sit down…get comfy. I’m going to go lock up your clothes, and we’ll talk about the rest of the weekend.”

I smiled back at her, but couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. Once she locked up my clothes, I realized as I watched her shapely behind swing away up the stairs, I’d be at her mercy for real.

To Be Continued...

---Him

Change and Renewal Episode 1, a Story

Hi everyone...

The creative energies have struck again. I've a serial story in the works, and I think this is an appropriate venue to post! Enjoy, and feedback is always welcome.

"Change and Renewal" Episode 1

It had been three years since I’d stood in front of her house. Three years since last turning into the drive. Three years since last walking up the path. Three years since ringing the door bell. Three years since feeling this nervous.

The length of time seemed impossibly long, partly because I had so little contact with Susanne since then. During many break ups in my life, I had done what might be called stalking. Driving past the girl’s house for a last look, or bumping into her where she works. With Susanne it was cold turkey. I didn’t so much as drive through her end of town.

At the same time, it felt just like yesterday I’d stood there last. Before our breakup, Susanne and I had spent nearly every night in her house. We’d meet at almost the same time each day, spend the same amount of time together. Our routine would be the same each time, even down to our meals. The constant repetition reinforced the illusion that we had been doing these things forever. Slipping into the same old routine made me feel like I’d never stopped.

Susanne swung open her screen door, interrupting my musing. Framed by the peeling white paint of the doorway, she smirked at me while I checked her out. I was looking for things that had changed since I’d seen her last, but was struck by what hadn’t changed. Her hair was the same brown, hanging straight to the middle of her back. Susanne wore a t-shirt I remembered from our final evening, and the way her breasts pressed against the fabric was like coming home. My eyes followed her curves past her hips, and down her long legs till I saw her bare feet. Bright silver chain around her tan ankle battled with her bright pink toes for attention.

Susanne’s smirk melted into a smile. “You came.”

I gazed up into her coffee and cream eyes, walking to the edge of the porch steps. “I don’t think I’ve ever lied to you. I don’t know why you had doubts.”

Crossing her arms over her perky breasts, Susanne tilted her head. “Never doubting you. Just…very happy.”

I stepped on the first stair, ready to climb up to her. Susanne picked up a yard stick I hadn’t seen, and brought it down on the top of my head before I managed to put my weight down. I yelped, more out of surprise than pain, and gave her a hurt look.

“Did I tell you to come up here?” The smile was gone from her lips. Her eyes hardened. “I thought you understood what your role was.”

I felt tears pricking my eyes. I blinked them away, amazed at my reaction. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I know what we discussed. I know my place. I don’t know why I forgot it. I just missed you—“

Another tap with the yard stick on my head. “Stop that. Stop making excuses. I missed you too, silly boy. And now I’m going to have to wait to hug you until you’ve been corrected.”

The tears were back, both at having disappointed Susanne so soon and the idea of waiting for her welcoming embrace. I also felt my face burning, but I couldn’t tell if I was more ashamed of the reproof or of the tears. “Yes ma’am.”

Susanne looked up and down the road. It was just after sunset, plenty of light out. The paved, unlined road was a dead end that ran for about two miles through stands of trees. Susanne lived in a house located among a cluster of houses and trailers. The houses weren’t butting up against each other, but everyone could see everyone else’s business if they were so inclined.

“I was hoping not to risk humiliating you like this, but I think you’re going to need more training than we both thought.” Susanne sighed as if disappointed, but I saw the evil crinkle around her eyes. “Strip, then fold and place your clothes neatly on the bottom step. After you do that, kneel there and call for me.”

I felt my stomach freeze over as Susanne turned without another word and walked into the house, letting the screen door bang behind her.

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From: knot_master@*********.net
To: cute_buns63@*****.com
Subj: How’re you?

Hey Suzanne---

I know it’s been a while, but I was thinking about you today. Just wondering how you are, what you’ve been up to since we talk last. Catch you later,

---Mike

To be Continued Next Week...

---Him

Punishment Time

I'm not a huge fan of punishment, as a general rule. I'm idealistic in the sense that everyone should be doing what they should be doing because if they don't, then why do it at all? So not a lot of energy goes into my "normal" activities in regard to punishing people.



That's totally beside the point when it comes to her, however. Being quite a bit of the sub myself, I very much understand misbehaving just to get a rise out of the rule maker. I also understand how disappointing it is to not get punished, or to be threatened with a punishment that never materializes.



That'll happen occaisonally in bed, when in passionate moments she'll threaten to paddle me aftewards if X doesn't happen (usually my little buddy not wanting to stand up and play). Those sort of comments used to have an effect on me...but lately, I can just shrug them off since I've yet to experience the post-coitus punishment.



But no matter. Recently, there were some issues regarding our long standing rule about getting permission before she can visit with any her friends. She grew angry, and I knew she'd need to be punished. For a variety of reasons, that punishment was slow to arrive...busy at work, not wanting to use time together for BDSM...whatever. It happens, no hard feelings.



But while I was waiting for ample opportunities to give her what-for, she had taken to casual little defiances. She went out to lunch with a friend without even telling me about it, never mind getting permission first. She'd be mouthy. She'd taunt me whenever I mentioned her impending punishment. All in all, she was doing her best to piss me off. And not in any sexy, "Oh no lil boy, I'm the one in charge" sort of way. In a pain in the ass kind of way.



So when she came down, one of the first things I did was strip her naked, lay her on the bed, and spank her soundly. Here's a shot about halfway through...







Which is about where it stopped being fun for her, which was the whole point. I was really not happy with the way she'd been taunting me, and gave her very much what she had been asking for for literally weeks. By the time I was done scolding her, smacking her, making her cry out and wail, I got her to admit I'd been much worse than she expected.



Here's how she looked after I'd finished...







Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Tho I do wish I'd kept going a bit longer...

---Him

Blah

So...I'm a lil annoyed at the moment. She just chewed my hiney out for not sticking to pushups, or getting this post done earlier in the day. This is where my sub side goes to war with my "I just wanna do what I want" side.

It's tricky, too. I try to build myself into a dom role to handle her the way she likes...but then it backfires when her "I want things my way" side flares up, and I'm not exactly able to fight off her instructions. Aggravating.

This past week when she visited, I jumped her just about right away. I took her upstairs and tied her to my bed, having her suck me before I fucked her fast and hard, totally taking her for my pleasure. Then I left her, still cuffed to the bed, and went back to work. She freed herself, of course...and that was all there was to it.

We had some fun the next two days, her taking the lead mostly in bed. I was ridden quite a bit, which I've discovered is my favorite position. I was even tied up to the bed, clothespinned, during one of those rounds. THAT was an intense event.

I'm vaguely puzzled by continuing trouble getting hard for her in missionary or doggie positions. I don't understand the problem...or even if there is one. Either way, I think we have our fun.

Till next time...

---Him

(I'm a) Bad Boy

I'm sitting here hard as a rock and having no idea when my next climax is gonna be. I'm loving AND hating this all at once, but I know I totally deserve it.

For the second time I disobeyed her very simple directions. After leaving her, I was told to go home and jerk off right away. I failed to do this twice in the same week...once Monday, and once Thursday. The first time, I was kept pent up for a day to teach me a lesson. It obviously didn't work, because I let myself get distracted again Thursday.

I feel bad, because I simply forgot. It was awful of me to forget her very simple direction. To let it slip my mind completely. I so deserve the frustration I'm in now, and the sub in me hopes she doesn't cut me any slack.

She's very busy at work for the next few days, same days that I'm off. This has the double effect of keeping me horny when I've got the chance to jerk off, and also while she's away. I hate being frustrated, wanting to play, and knowing she's not able. It's a very fitting punishment whether intended or not.

I'm humiliated at being punished like a lil kid, but loving it as well. I really WANT to learn my lesson and be a good boy...just...maybe in not such a torturous way?

---Him

Another Story

I enjoy writing a story as much as the next guy...and my daydreams and such over the past couple days, fueled by a certain someone being down here and being mildly dominant.

"The Turnover"

I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.

I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.

I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).

"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"

"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.

Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."

I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."

Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.

As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.

I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."

I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.

"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."

She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.

***

I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.

"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."

"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.

"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."

I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."

I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"

She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."

I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"

Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."

"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.

"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."

---Him

Extended play time

She and I were able to get some time to play at length the other day, and inspite of a late night and early morning it was quite a good time.

There were some punishments that needed to be dealt with, and this proved to be an excellent time to provide a little discipline. It can be tricky to play as fully as we'd like, sometimes, neither of us having a real quiet location to have our fun in.

After some tricky OTK spanking (her bed is quite a ways off the floor, so it was more "laying across the lap" spanking), I decided to tie her hands off to the bed and really punish her. After digging out some leather belt like things we tied off her wrists to her headboard. This enabled me to turn her ass a bit, and really go to down on her with my hand and a hairbrush.

She REALLY hates that hairbrush now :-)

After a good bit of spanking her on her ass, pussy, and breasts (bruised again! She's got banana boobs!) it was time to fuck her good and hard while she was tied down and helpless. By the time all was said and done, I think she was just as pleased with her reddened bottom and throbbing sex than if she'd behaved herself in the first place.

Post-spanking sex...some of the nicest sex, I have to say.

---Him

A story

So I was daydreaming and I had a lovely idea for an erotica story, and I felt like posting it. It goes into some of my deeper fantasies and desires, and is definitely something I would like to experience with him.

A Story

Jane was busy cleaning the kitchen, as she hadn’t gotten to it after making Paul breakfast and packing him a lunch. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased to find a dirty kitchen, no less a dirty house, when he returned home from work. She had taken an afternoon nap and slept a little longer than she had wanted to.

Frantically cleaning the house as best as she could, Jane looked at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. Knowing the routine, she gave a heavy sigh and resolved to accept the consequences of her mistake.

Jane made her way over to the front door, a few feet from the space in front of the door, and knelt down. On her knees, she held a straight posture: breasts perky and slightly pushed out, shoulders straight above her hips, hands clasped behind her back. She knew this was how Paul liked to see her when he came home from a tiring day at work. She liked this routine, because it made her feel like the slave she really was. She knew she was going to have a rough night because of the messy house, though.

Paul opened the door, smiled briefly at his little slave before he took notice of the chaos that the house was in. He gave Jane a stern look, and she knew that she was to stay on her knees until he came to get her.

Paul walked slowly around the house, taking good note that the table had not been wiped, vacuuming and mopping had been neglected, among several other minute details about the house.

Running a finger along the mantelpiece, Paul took note of the dust on his finger. He walked over to Jane and showed her his finger.

“Do you see this?”

“Yes”

He wipes his finger on her clean white shirt, leaving a dirt mark, then abruptly takes a fistful of her hair and jerks her head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes…what?”

Jane knowingly says “Master” to him. The feeling of his hand on her head, grasping tightly to her hair, is painful but she keeps it inside. All of a sudden, he pulls her up off her knees by the fistful of hair in his hand, dragging her down the stairs into the basement. She knows she is in trouble.

He throws her down on the ground, she looks up at him.

“Don’t you DARE look at me, slave. Look down and put your ass in the air so I can inspect you” Jane can hear the anger in his voice as she obeys.

Paul walks over to a table where some paddles and canes are laying, and picks up a nice thin cane and some rope. Carefully, he pulls his slave’s hands behind her back, leaving her to lay her head flat on the side to support her body, her knees on the ground, slightly spread. He wraps the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back. Standing back, he smiles at her discomfort.

“What have you done to deserve this, slave?”

“I didn’t get the house clean as I was instructed, Master, and I’m sorry” Paul reaches down and grabs a firm handful of hair and pulls her up a little.

“You have lost the privilege of referring to yourself as ‘me’ or ‘I’, slave. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this girl’ or ‘she’. You are no longer Jane, but simply slave, understood?”

Wincing at the pain, she says “Yes, Master, this slave understands”

He puts her back down on the ground, and walks around her, stopping behind her. He pushes up her skirt, notices the panties covering her sex. She immediately remembers she was told never to wear panties when wearing a skirt, and she had forgotten.

“She is very sorry Master, she-”

“Shut the fuck up slave. You have disobeyed me in more than one way today and for that you are going to pay”

She feels the gag wrapped around her face, it goes in her mouth, and he clasps it behind her head, tightly. She knows he doesn’t want to hear her voice. He is disgusted with her.

Pulling down her panties, he reaches for the cane and runs his masculine hands over it. He waves it in the air a few times, satisfied, knowing that the sting of the cane on his filthy slave’s ass will teach her a lesson.

It comes down, suddenly, on her bare ass. She lets out a loud yelp, and he immediately reaches for her hair, grasping a handful and pulling up violently, “I don’t remember telling you that you could make a sound, slave. Be silent”

He continues caning her bare bottom, as she struggles to be silent, her ass getting red hot, welts already forming. Suddenly he stops and walks away. He walks into the next room, leaving her in this exposed position, her pussy dripping and ass aching.

Ten minutes go by and he comes back into the room, disrobed, cock erect. He gets down on his knees behind her and inspects her aching pussy. He knows she wants him deep inside of her, but decides to make her wait just a little longer. Wrapping his hand around his slaves neck, applying a little pressure, he pulls her up to him so her back is touching his chest.

He whispers in her ear, “Does my filthy slave want to be fucked?”

She nods her tear-streaked face and whimpers gently as she feels her Master’s hard cock pushing against her back and his warm hand squeezing her throat. He reaches a hand down and strokes her pussy. Groaning gently in her ear, he pushes her back down on the ground.

He runs his big cock along her ass and vagina, “Hmm I wonder what hole I should take?” He pauses, wondering if his slave will make a sound at this remark, but she doesn’t, “It doesn’t matter which, though because they belong to me and I have every right to do what I please with them”

At this he begins pushing his hard penis into her ass, gently easing it in until it is fully penetrated, then starts going in and out fast and hard. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of the slave’s hair, pulling as he takes her ass.

Pulling out and pausing, he suddenly shoves it into her soaking pussy. She lets out a loud yelp and he smiles at this outburst, proceeding to take her from behind.

Her Master lets out a loud groan as he cums inside of her, and she smiles at his satisfaction. He pulls out, gives her ass a very hard slap, and walks a few steps before turning around, “You will stay in that position until I am ready to use you again, slave”

He walks out of the room and doesn’t come back for over an hour.

-Her

In a Collar

I'm wearing a collar for her at the moment.

It feels...good. So good.

As dominant as I felt today, and as much as I directed her in most tasks today...I'm craving to be at her feet right now. Even if she doesn't do anything more than pat me idly while watching TV, I want to be near her, ready to do her bidding...

It started early on in our conversation today, when she started hinting at not letting me climax until Saturday (*moans*). I know I did the exact same thing to her last week...but...that's not much comfort. Having that reminder of how she controls such an intimate part of my life started pushing my sub buttons, even as I plotted and planned how to torture her when we saw each other next.

Lil comments here and there, about teaching me a lesson about "shouting" during IM conversation, being "petted," then sharing my submissive feelings which were then encouraged by her. I sent her a pic of the undies I was wearing...and as they're awfully revealing she started talking about sending me outside for lil chores with nothing but them on. This melted me even more, until I was sending her a picture of a Humbler and discussing cock rings...

What I love about her so much is that when I "complained" about being too submissive, she teased me: "Well come put me on my knees baby." When I declined (respectfully...she's the Mistress after all...) she switched gears altogether, sending me to put my collar on and starting to instruct me more closely.

Which is where I am now. Until she'll keep teasing me, I have to finish this entry I promised her before bed tonight. It feels almost humiliating, but in such a good way, to be sitting here in my underwear wearing a collar for the same woman I had naked cleaning her kitchen this afternoon. It's mind boggling...but so yummy.

Right now, I simply crave her attention and her approval. Her torment, too...I want her to tease and torture me for her enjoyment--I know, it's not genuine submission to want something specific for her enjoyment, but I think we can common ground on that part. We know each role is about pleasing each other as much as ourselves.

I confessed earlier to wanting her to hurt me, and she was surprized at some of the things I was bringing up. CBT, plucking body hair, hot wax. I'm not, as a general rule, a huge masochist...but some people have brought that out in me. She does that, she makes me want to surrender to anything she can do to me...whether that's going to make me moan and gasp, or whimper and scream.

I love her, and hopes she offers her helplessly devoted boy little mercy tonight, and every night until she grants me an orgasm.

---Him

Bliss

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Saturday...

On Saturday, we went to a cool toyshop. The manager was in on his day off, but very friendly and helpful anyway. Always a plus...something you don't see much of. She had a good time, from what I could tell. Eying things, very interested. Pointing out outfits and toys. Browsing the books with me. Clinging on my arm, random hugs. A special light in her eye.

First thing we decided on was a ball gag for her. 1.5 inches, black, buckle strap. She looks quite cute, all helpless and what not. Here's how my cutie looked in it...



Quite nice, no?

The other thing we bought was a slapper toy...leather, very springy. The manager demonstrated how just pushing on it with a finger would make it bounce, and the bite you could get with very minimum effort. The guy knew what he was doing: all I could picture was the slap of the two leather flaps on her gorgeous hiney, and I knew I was gonna buy it.



Looks wicked, hm? I'll admit, I've grown curious how it feels myself...but that's another story altogether. I wish I had a pic of the bruises it caused on her pretty breasts...but...guess not.

After we bought that, we went to the park and the festival. With the toys in our bag, we spent the next few hours making out, groping, teasing, talking. Then we went on a bare boobie hunt (plenty of ladies with painted breasts who skipped their shirts...12 sets, we counted, and that's after the sun went behind the clouds).

Afterwards, we tried on the gag...and started to play with the slapper...until some dude on his bike rode by, looked horrified and confused, and we decided it was time to leave. We still haven't figured out what the hell he was doing, riding his bike in a pay parking lot. We put the slapper to good use on her ass and breasts later that night, in another parking lot...which proved it was totally worth the investment!

Till next time...

---Him

Kicking off...

I just spent the last 2 hours or so packing up various items in my kitchen. Before that, I was cooking myself dinner and cleaning things up a little bit. For whatever reason, being in the kitchen and working puts me a little bit on the submissive side...and that's when I really started wish she would call or get on-line.

Before too much longer, I got my wish. She signed on, and we chit chatted...and I slowly hinted at my mild horniness and being fairly submissive. I was a little shy and worried about mentioning this to her, because I'd just spent most of the last week and especially yesterday playing master. I know she enjoys her strong, powerful man...and although she'd told me a few times the idea of switching roles with me sounds very appealing.

I mentioned this feeling, and she spelled out in no uncertain terms how while she'll always want me as a dominant protector in public...she very much likes the idea of each of us being true to our moods in private. As she put it, "I think we can fully enjoy each others' submissiveness."

Moments later, I was sent back to packing, buck naked, as she kept sending me messages about devious ways she had to make my task more difficult and arousing for me.

This clears up one of my last...concerns, I should say, about her and I. I have a very submissive streak to me born of...well, I'm not gonna get into that tonight. Suffice it to say, few things are as sexy to me as a woman who will tell her man what to do, how to do it, no questions allowed. While I have an equally strong dominant streak, I'd had worries over the past few days of not being able to indulge my submissive side.

In the last month or so I've known her, I've become more and more enamored with her. From our first early (12 hour+) dates, where we sat and watched movies, TV, and fell asleep together fully clothed I've felt a connection to her. Hell, I drove 3 hours one way several times to spend time with her...and if that doesn't indicate a bond I don't know what does. Late nights talking on the phone, discussing everything from our views on marriage and children to how hard we like to be spanked. She told me she couldn't see her spanking her partner, and I have to admit some disappointment.

But there's compromise in every relationship, and what was starting to catch fire between us was worth more than a little compromise...and who knows how feelings may change down the road?

Yesterday I had the novel experience of taking her into a bdsm toy shop to buy a gag for her. Fielding questions, acting in charge of her best I could. I bought a slapper in addition to the gag...because as I saw the manager demonstrate the bounce of the tool, I could see it coming down on her oh-so-spankable ass, and knew I'd have to see her reaction to it.

I did get the chance to...but this entry is getting long enough. I don't have enough space to add about the guy on his bike, finding a secluded parking lot, the bruises on her breasts, the way she squealed when I spanked her too fast.

The long story short? She's helped me realize just how delightful a willing sub is, one as willing and obedient as I am. She's also made me feel secure that she can have just as much fun giving orders as she does taking them.

I think there are great things ahead for us...a horny, kinky couple with a fluid dynamic and a connection so much deeper than sex. A definite comfort with exhibitionism is another plus for another time ;-)

---HIM