A Little Learning

I have been wanting to go back to school for a couple of years, a class or 2 a session, nothing crazy to start but learning that helps me with my work and my interests.  Life has finally stopped tossing me into situations that make it impossible to start classes, and I’ve finally put my foot down and committed to get it done!

Now, while my current learning might not be quite the same as the training depicted below…..it sure looks fun :). However, how does one describe this on a course curriculum?

What Would You Add?

I look at this photo and I think that it’s almost perfect…..almost.  I know what I would want added….what would you add?

Lingering Shadows

Master and I try to be pretty cautious about who we or I play with but even with that I recently had an unpleasant experience.  I consider myself a pretty “hard” person but even for me this has had an effect.

Happily it is not longer a lingering thought….but every once in awhile it raises its ugly head and I can’t help but think about those with far less experience…..both bdsm and life under their belt.

I have written on occasion about “mcdoms” and the danger they pose, for some reason there seem to be plenty of young inexperienced women out there who fancy themselves as subs or slaves and I what I have seen tells me that most of them don’t know what they are getting into when the jump in feet first.

There are many theories out there about people, both male and female, getting into bdsm because of some traumatic childhood experiences…..well if that is followed up with being taken advantage of by some fake piece of crap….what will the results of that be?

Sadly when something like “Shades of Grey” become mainstream, it does not help.  People in the bdsm life who can be trusted will NEVER try to meet a stranger in any “unsafe” place, they will NEVER expect you to not have a safe word, they will NEVER expect you to put yourself at risk.

If you read my post you might get a feel for how bad experiences can leave a lasting affect, but essentially I want to express that caution is never a bad thing.  Protect yourself, don’t just fall for “the right words”, stay safe.

Even I still have lingering shadows…..they run through my mind when I least expect it.

A Little Sexy

My effort to get back to normal is including some porn cruising and some blog inspirations.  Normally when I begin to search for an inspirational picture I have an idea of something I’d like to see…..whipped bodies, clamped nipples, gagging mouths…..you get the idea.

But today I just started with BDSM search….then move on to B&W BDSM search….and oh my…..what a lovely sexy find.

Enjoy….Master, might you enjoy seeing me in a pair of these?

               

Making Time

Work has been so crazy lately I barely have time to breathe.  Now visitors are coming and other important projects are on the horizon so the next month will be a wash.

So knowing how squirrely I get I have made a pact to myself to take time each day to do either an added walk or swim, or to take time to write.  No matter how short it is, even finding an inspiring picture to add a blurb to will help distract me for a few minutes.

So here is blog entry number 1, dedicated to my beloved Master….and his taste for violating me….oh my 🙂

She could feel the cool air of the air conditioning, she could no longer hear him as he had left the room.  She could not help but wiggle as her clit throbbed, she could feel her face heat as she remembered her words “We are both so busy, when do we have time for fancy?”

In seconds he had his hand on her hair, forcing her to the ground, dragging her to the shower and that answered her question. now. He was going to find the time…..and she trembled thinking of the “fancy”.

Somehow she knew this would be something she would remember and feel, for awhile.

A Deep Confession

I usually try to keep my blog away from things are are too extreme, the people pleaser side of me I suppose.  Of course it might also be because some of those deep nasty extreme desires scare me a bit too.

However, something that Master did months ago keeps bubbling up in my mind, causing me to smile and squirm, something I consider on the extreme side, but something that obviously was effective as it is there, at the back of my mind, all the time.

Of course I also held back sharing it because I did not really want to confess the effect, even to Master…..or maybe especially to him?

I finally mentioned to him that there was something I wanted to post, but that I did not want him to “use” it. He said of course he would and tried to dig.  We made a deal, if I would not post it within the next 3 days then I would have to tell him what it was.  Since I am itching to post it….here it goes.

Master and I met in a cheap and rather seedy motel with very thin walls; dirty, nasty usage the idea, not champagne and caviar.  Master proceeded to tie my naked body into a difficult, uncomfortable and open position.  I grew wet with anticipation, his horny slut waiting for his touch, until he pulled out the dreaded electric clips.

My body froze as he attached a clip to each nipple, my breath sped up and some whiny unclear sounds came from a place of fear.

We could hear voices and bangs from the rooms nearby and I heard Master say “Well, we can’t have you disturbing the neighbors”.

He reached into his bag and said “I prepared a special gag for you slut”

My mouth opened in shock at his next words “A pair of my underwear, soaked in my piss, just for you” and he shoved them deep into my mouth, sealing them in with some duct tape.

The taste filled my mouth, the scent filled my nose and my head swam.

I tried to control my breathing, to avoid tasting and inhaling too deeply but he pushed his fingers deep inside me, causing me to moan.  My breath caught as I felt his other hand reach for the remote to the electric clips, I started to whimper and whine, panic shooting through me.

I screamed behind the gag as the pain ripped into my nipples, I panted heavily as it passed, the taste and smell of Master’s pee filling my mouth and nose.

The cycle was set, his fingers brought me to the edge, while every movement of his hand on the remote struck terror and caused deep panting.

Finally I was begging incoherently behind the gag, straining at the binds, needing to cum, desperate for Master’s permission to tumble over that cliff.

“Yes slut, you may cum”

My body tensed, I screamed and struggled, cumming hard, unable to move, unable to breathe, just cumming.

My mind filled with fog, my body shook with pleasure…..

So now you know, my deep confession 🙂

beth

Being Taken

Waiting

She strained to hear him moving around.

The ache in her shoulders was growing,

As was the wetness between her legs.

She shivered as she felt his heat closer,

She whined as she reached for his touch.

He smiled as he watched her struggling,

Not with the ropes, but with her needs.

He reached out for her….

beth

Turn Ons & Turn Offs

Remember those questions? I think this term started fairly innocently with dating sites, and today are mostly ignored as “fluff”.

Sex and turn ons should never be taken for granted. Everyone is different. I have met men who dive into my cunt like it’s a grapefruit that needs tongue, teeth and tons of force to get the juice, *brahhhhh* not.

Every woman is different, a hard clit sucking might drive one through the roof, and put another to sleep….seriously….to sleep.

With women there are other issues, our brain needs to be engaged or bypassed….so, for me at least, bullshit “hi beautiful” lines in an email when we have never met is a HUGE fail.

In general men are easier to please…..stroke it and it will cum :). However women usually require more, not always, there are those fuck, suck, pound times…..but on a personal level, we need connection.

I am a very horny woman, have been since I was probably 10 (take that nature or nurture) but I can also turn off like a wind ripped out electric line. It’s all about my mind set.

I feel good, I watch porn, I use toys. I play, I cum…..

I feel shitty, no porn, no toys, no play…..just annoyance.

For me it’s all about confidence; I am pretty confident. and adore to accompany my Master, to be by his side as his slut (or at his feet) but when we are not together he has no affect on my confidence, our contact is sexual and comforting. So, as we have seen a few times, if he tries to put me into a spot that makes me uncomfortable, annoyed etc, libido goes out the window.

And when you do not live together it is difficult. I do not have my Masters cock to look forward to every day, I do not have his fingers squeezing my nipples to look forward to, and my thoughts of his whippings, while making me squirm, are not something my ass will feel every day.

Libido is important and sensitive, do not assume you can bully your way past it…..do not treat it with disdain.

beth

Resisting

When he came into her home office she was working.

She was overloaded and stressed.

He had finished for the day and was looking forward to relaxing.

He came in to tell her he was going for a walk but stopped when he saw her.

Her hair all mussed, no makeup on, eyes straining at the monitors in front of her.

He stood at the door and waited.

Finally she muttered and looked up, he could sense her struggle for patience.

“Yes Master, is there something I can do for you?”

He knew her well, he knew her mood, he knew she worked hard to respect protocol in these moments.

Knowing she would not react well, he decided to go ahead with a desire he’d just had.

“Yes slut, you can remove your clothes, get on your knees and crawl after me”

Her eyes widened “But Master, I have so much to do”

“Are you questioning me slut?” he said with a low warning in his voice.

He could hear her reluctance “No Master” she said in a low voice.

With a last look at her monitors she pressed the sleep button and removed her clothes under his watchful eye.

“I haven’t showered today Master” she said as she sank to her knees.

“I know slut, come with me”

She crawled after him to the bathroom, where he had her heel and he started the shower. He left her there waiting and went to the toy box. When he returned he exchanged her regular collar for the wider one, and made sure she could see the leash.

“You may rise to shower quickly slut”

She stood under the water, her face telling the tale of worry and reluctance.

She stopped the water and stepped out. He dried her with a towel, ordered her to her knees and attached the leash to her collar.

He pulled at the leash and lead her to the back door. He felt her hesitate and he turned to her; “Is there a problem slut?”

She measured his look and lowered her head “No Master” she muttered.

He opened the door and took her out the the middle of the yard, to their picnic table and he had her lay across the table face up, legs spread wide.

Again she pulled away a bit until she saw the look on his face.

He fastened her hands with rope together above her head, ran the rope under the table and attached each ankle to on of the other ends.

Then out came the whip. He knew that nothing would make her forget her deadlines, stress and work worries better than striking burning pain. And nothing would relax him more than hearing her scream, cry and beg for mercy.

He raised his hand, growing hard as she whimpered, shutting her eyes…..

beth