Sometimes...

Sometimes, I really wonder if this is the right lifestyle choice. Sometimes, I'm not so sure simply loving one another is enough to make our kink match up.

Sometimes, I feel selfish. Sometimes, I feel slighted. Sometimes, I feel on top of the world. Sometimes, I think I'm the most ridiculous person ever.

Sometimes, I want to just take of this damned collar/necklace forever. Sometimes, I wish there was more to signal what an owned submissive slut man I am.

Sometimes, it's easy. Sometimes, it's very very hard.

Sometimes, I wish I were normal. Sometimes, I wish I could live out my weirdest desires.

Sometimes, I wish I was sure it all works out when everything is averaged out.

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Man Spanking Girl

It has been far too long since He spanked me. We had been discussing our needs and wants lately, which resulted in a lovely spanking for me almost immediately after I woke up. It wasn't vicious but it was nice and warming.



I was squirming and wriggling under his hand with every blow. Leaning to the left, He would promptly give my right cheek a firm *SMACK*. Leaning to the left, He'd slap the left cheek. He used the slapper (pictured above), ping pong paddle, wooden spoon (MAN I HATE that one!!), and flogger. I don't so much mind the flogger. It actually feels kind of nice. The light little rubber strings stinging my bottom. Periodically a curse word would leave my lips, which prompted harder smacks from Him to correct my foul language. From then on I used "C'mon!" several times. He acted like He didn't know.. Sexy, but.. ultimately frustrating!

I had expressed to Him that I was really craving more play time with Him on top. For the past month or so it had been strictly me on top. This is fun, but it leaves me wanting more. I was beginning to feel like Domming was a chore.

We were in need of a change. So we discussed everything and decided on a few things. We need to work on expressing our needs and wants on a more frequent basis. It was getting to the point where He would want a spanking but wouldn't tell me about it. Or He'd want play time but wouldn't express it. So things continued to build until we had a little chat about it. We've worked things out and are going to be committing more time to playtime and making love.

Look for a new post soon from either of us with photos of our last play session. Him tied up on the bed, clothespins on the nipples, completely naked. Quite sexy if you ask me.

Here's to healthy lifestyles!
-Her

Punishment/Consequences and their Role in Submission

So...as I mentioned on Sunday, I've been starting to think that maybe punishment can serve a better role in a d/s relationship than simply turning me on.

That's been my primary argument (mostly with myself) against punishing a sub. In a lotta cases, it's a game...I like being spanked, teased and denied, and otherwise being made uncomfortable or humiliated. I'm even getting a little turned on right now writing about it.

If the goal is to be submissive, to put my domme first, to be worthy of wearing her collar...then punishment shouldn't play a role in that end of it. If I'm truly submissive, then I shouldn't NEED correcting; I should just do what's going to please Her.

Meh...yes and no. I'm not always, by nature, a submissive person. I've spent most of my professional life and much of my personal life being that guy in charge. I try to work hard so I feel justified relaxing. I like to set my life up to make me happy.

Which means...it's not always first on my mind to keep everything neat and tidy around the house. Sometimes I let cleaning the kitchen slip from 1st to 3rd priority. I rationalize: "She'll understand I had this and this to do as well."

I'm sort of cringing as I type all that out, because...a vast majority of the time (and not always when horny, which is surprizing to me) I want to do better than that. I know I can do better, I know I can get what she wants done AND everything else.

And if I can't? I should be willing to sacrifice to do what she wants. If it comes down to a choice between reading and having the dishes done before she comes home...the book shouldn't get opened. I know that, and I genuinely want that.

But habits are hard to break. And while I'd love to take all the blame, she really isn't in the domme mindset 24/7, where she's waiting for an excuse to bring me into line. We'll go days, even weeks where there isn't a hint of d/s in the relationship...and it's easy for me to just go with it, hover in that equality realm. To break any subservient habits I've formed.

So she and I discussed last night (briefly, it wasn't the main issue last night) that it might be time to put a rule or two in place, and establish consquences. There was a case this week where I forgot to wear my collar to work, and I felt bad and sorry and knew I deserved to be punished (something thoroughly unsexy, say losing coffee priviledges or something)...but nothing happened.

I'm not the type of guy who can sub alone...so we're going to explore some ideas, and see how they fit with us.

Anyone been in a similar situation? Suggestions, comments, concerns? We'd love to hear it!

---Him

And she returns.. sort of.

Hey all! I do apologize for the lack of posts, and I DO have an explanation!! I recently moved out of my over bearing parents' place. This was early November. The day that He and I were moving me in, I received a phone call, offering me a new job. Incredible news! The only problem was I just moved to this new part of town to be closer to work... well this new job is on the complete OPPOSITE end of town!!! It'll work out :)

I told him, for a time during the move and building up to it, that I wasn't really going to be in the mood for much kink, so we needed to cool it a little during the move. He was understanding and was very helpful and supportive before, during, and after the move. In fact he came up to see me last weekend and took charge right away and instigated finishing up the last major bits of unpacking. It was kind of sexy. I was embarrassed, but I got him back for it. We were kissing and teasing each other on the floor of my apartment, right in front of the open balcony windows. Now, you should know there is a golf course in my back yard, so on the weekend you have your variety of older gentlemen in khakis and Polo's donning gloves and golf club bags walking by at a decent pace. So I decided I was in the mood for a little fun.

I pulled down his sweats to reveal a very erect penis, ready for my fun! I reached for a condom out of his toy bag, unwrapped it and pulled it over him, climbed on top of him and had a good time with my little slave boy! The little moans, nervous looks towards the window, and the utterance of "Must you?!" in complete ecstasy thrilled me. There is nothing like making love where people just might see you. If you haven't tried it, you really ought to. It's a big thrill.

He's vowed to bend me over the sofa next time he's up. We'll see if it really happens. I hope so :)

Here's to healthy lifestyles,
-Her

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!

***

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.

***

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

Common Thoughts

He and I are actually going through a lot of the same thought processes lately.

For the longest time I thought I was a submissive and I could never domme a man, nor could I EVER imagine myself spanking one. But since he has come into my life, I have drastically changed. My need for control in regular life routines has crossed over into my romantic life, and even occasionally into the bedroom. Two areas of my life where I thought were completely submissive.

I just find myself unwilling to completely submit. I would rather continue doing what I want while controlling what He does. What helped me realize this was His complete, continuing cooperation in exploring all sides of ourselves.

He did recently officially submit to me. No collaring process or anything, it was just us sitting around talking about what we wanted, and for now it includes me having the veto power!

Strangely, he still has power over my social life. Hrm.

So next weekend we're going to a Halloween party. We had discussed going as a BDSM couple, Miss Piggy & Kermit, and those options just weren't jumping out at us. After a brainstorming session, He came up with Pepe LePeu and his kitty lover.
He'll most likely end up not doing much of the drinking, and I will!!! That's alright. His purpose there will be to protect me and take care of His Mistress. I think all in all we'll have a good time.

Here's to healthy lifestyles!

-Her

Switch Deluxe

Hi all. I've got an interesting development in our relationship to relay to everyone. Essentially, I've taken on the role as the primary submissive in the relationship.

We had a running conversation over the last couple weeks about submission and dominance. I've been feeling more frisky lately, and been frustrated when my attempts to dom her ended up with me pissed at such a disobediant brat and her frustrated that I'm not pushing her buttons very well.

She's also been gradually putting her foot down more, being more dominant in situations where she wants her way. Somewhere along the way she realized I was more than happy to obey her when she got all bossy with me. Even if that meant taking the lead in bed (not always my favorite).

Early last week, I kept making hints and asking permission for things during a chat. The results were amazing, in my eyes. She took right over from me, becoming micro-managing, demanding, and not allowing me any sexual relief. This put me into 7th heaven, since I don't get this sort of treatment from my sugar very often. The tighter she held onto control (forbidding me to look at other girls, keeping a notebook of infractions, sending me to bed, making me get up at a certain time) the deeper I went into sub-space.

Until we had a long chat one day in which I confessed how much I enjoyed and craved submitting to her. How much I liked her having the final say over things, how I liked knowing I was accountable to her. She told me while she enjoyed being dominated in bed, it drove her insane to have to obey someone else's orders. And how "fun" she found bossing me around.

So...the tentative arrangement was me submitting to her in general, full time. While nothing changes too much in our ordinary way of things, she does get final say. I'm obligated to listen to her instructions more closely. The "no looking" rule has been made permanent, and I'm not allowed to touch myself without her permission (and not allowed to ask for it either!).

I know there will be plenty of times she will need me to take the lead, and I embrace that as much as I embrace having to explain why I spent time looking at a classmate's feet. However, I feel so good about my new role, so happy that she official has control over me. The day after this arrangement I woke up so turned on...and so thrilled I had to control myself and stay horny for her.

I only hope I can make this as pleasurable for her as it is for me!

---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

Rawr

I want to put something here. But I'm not terribly wound up. I'm not terribly...anything. Right now I'm being punished for not being able to keep my hands off myself. I have to ask before masturbating...and she's been just stingy enough to keep me frustrated, but not stingy enough to be cruel.

I'm constantly torn by my desire to submit to her and to control her. Especially now...I simultaneously want revenge and to be broken. I want to be punished as a bad boy and to teach her proper respect for me.

I deeply adore submitting to her, almost more than anything. But...that's not all. I enjoy controlling her, being the absolute arbiter of what she does. The dynamic works in two different way...to be taken care of because I'm a treasured pet, and to be taken care of because my pet treasures me.

No real point...just some kink musing for you tonight, dear reader.

---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

On Vacation

I'm still out of state, but finding some time to write about things. Well, I actually got ordered to...but...y'know ;-)

It's been a bit of a rough trip. But a bright point has been how well behaved my baby has been. I've been more or less the dom the entire time, with overriding rules for her while I'm away (and maybe longer, if I deem appropriate!)

That hasn't stopped lil power plays during our conversations tho. I've had a bit of a trouble looking at feet I shouldn't...and she leveraged my "bad boy" status on this issue into making me feel subby enough to give her back masturbation priviledges. I've tried to be tough and stay on top for her, but...y'know. Sometimes you can't block the message from the sub-button, as I've taken to calling it.

Certain ways she has of saying things, comments she makes, "suggestions" she offers...such as "Why don't you do a blog tonight? That's an order"...that just make the urge to submit to her nearly overwhelming. While I'm gone I'm doing my best to resist them, at least mostly. I promised I wouldn't show my belly and let her off the hook, and I have no intentions of it.

But that seems to be a totally different issue from writing a blog because she told me, or enduring a lecture about where my eyes and thoughts should be. I know I could prolly rise up and push her back down...but it's hard over the phone line, and it's hard when my default with a beautiful girl is to cast my eyes down and demure with, "Yes Mistress."

But you can bet your hiney she's gonna catch it GOOD when I finally get back to her, just for pushing that button so liberally! (Tho I wonder if that'll just encourage her more...)

---Him

Assignments

He is out of the state for a week and a half. I'm really very sad about it, but I do hope he has a good trip and returns safely to me. While he was gone, he left me a list of instructions. There's several things I have to do daily, and one thing includes shaving my legs and touching up my toe nail polish every morning. I also have to change the color polish at some point. I have to post, daily, a photo of my legs and feet so I can show if I have been a good girl and followed directions.

So here is installment 1, July 5, 2007:
Installment 2, July 6, 2007:

I had a crazy couple of days so he let me off of a couple of my duties...so here's Installment 3: July 8, 2007:

Installment 3: I forgot last night, so I am doing a late upload for July 10, 2007:


-Her