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Friday, October 25, 2013

have you locked the door? yes, wait oh no,damn it, I'll go get the cane, Sir

Last Wednesday, when Master was not at home,  I left the house with my shopping list in my hand and my thoughts already dealing with preparations for lunch. Since there have been burglaries in our quarter of the town, Master has told me again and again to keep the door locked, always and under all circumstances. And of course, I really meant to, and did so most of the time. After I had forgotten to lock the door while I was alone at home a few weeks ago, I only got lectured. But last Wednesday it had happened again, and I had no excuse for that. I guess it was only because I had been elsewhere with my thoughts. Even after I came home again, I did not think about the door, which was still unlocked, but then I knew, that Master had returned and I thought he had forgotten to do that. Ehm, no, it was me.  Once I had put away my jacket and greeted him, he asked about the door. I was still a bit confused, because I still had this idea that everything was ok. He just shook his head and waited for my reaction. I tried to think harder but finally I could only admit that I had simply forgotten it, again. He was furious, but I could see that he was actually only relieved because nothing had happened to me. I felt guilty and wanted this situation to be over, so I asked if I could bring the cane and receive my well-deserved punishment. Master agreed and just as usual, once it is over, it really is over. Although I don't like the real punishments, I am glad that we have that way out of situations which end up with days or even weeks of sulking, arguments or a tense atmosphere in  other households. Oh, and  I really learned my lesson, this is a quick way of teaching me.

Monday, October 14, 2013

earn your reward, little one

When Master came home the other day, after a business-trip that kept him away most of the week, we were so happy to be together again. Usually this ends up in sexual activities quite soon, but it was a little bit different this time. We talked for most of the evening and I still was not sure what would happen next. Actually, I don't know what Master will do next most of the time, because he likes to create surprises of the special kind and I love to be surprised by him. So, after a lovely candlelight dinner, he told me to go into the bedroom and be prepared. This means be naked and wait kneeling next to the bed. Oh my, after five days without him, my fluids were already running just from hearing him saying that. Since Master's command came from one moment to the other, my thoughts were a bit too slow for me and I was still the housewife and dared asking, if I could clean the table first. Oh oh, wrong moment, wrong question, silly girl. Master only glared at me and I thought that I'd better be quick in the bedroom and hope that the punishment wouldn't be too bad, for this. Up to that point I still was not sure, if I had ruined the nice evening, because usually, Master would not act harshly just because of one remark. But on the other hand, if he doesn't have enough sex ... . Well. I stripped and kneeled and a moment later, Master came in and scolded me a little, but I could already hear, that he was in the mood for playing. I was really relieved, but I also knew that something would happen to me. I was told to lay on the bed and Master bound my hands and feet. One moment later I couldn't see anything anymore, because he had blindfolded me. Just being there with him, naked, exposed, wet, was already enough and made me feel desperate. Nevertheless, I listened carefully when Master talked, he even let me repeat my safeword, and that made me a bit nervous. After all, it had all started with a nice dinner. I could have known, because Master actively creates such surprises for me. It was very quiet, at least it felt that way, because I could not see. This always enhances my other remaining senses, especially hearing and skin sensitivity. Master touched me slightly here and there, and I could hear him chuckle, as he slightly touched my all wet vagina. Next I felt some slight pain, a series of slight stings, left arm, right arm, legs, breasts, and inbetween he started to stimulate me. It was an extremely exciting mix of pain and pleasure. But whenever I started squirming too much for his taste, he stopped. That was frustrating, but all the time he kept working on bringing me closer to orgasm, which I was already waiting for, desperately, sooo desperately. The next time he stopped, the break would not end and I was at a loss. What was going on now? Nothing happened and I was so endlessly aroused. Frustration, here I come. Since I am not allowed to talk in such situations, without permission, I just waited. Master waited another moment and as I cooled down again, still aroused, but my chance to orgasm vanished again, he told me that I could earn what I wanted. Usually this ends up in me promising anything to him he wants me to, but he also told me, that if I gave him the best blowjob of his life, he would let me come as my reward. You can imagine that I was all for it and Master let me kneel and bound my hands behind my back for that time. And I did all I could, there were only two thoughts, suck and orgasm. I really did my best and when Master finally came, I could feel that he was definitely pleased with me. Silence again, me still kneeling, waiting and hoping. He just said 'I think you deserve your reward, little one' and that alone brought me close to it, but only for a moment. He let me lay on the bed again and bound my hands above my head, feet bound, legs spread, just like the first time. Master started applying this slight pain from diverse stings again and after a moment he also stimulated me with his fingers. I wanted to come so badly, but, since I had been interrupted I needed some time to get back on the road to heaven. It went on, teasing, pain, both at the same time, and I could feel how I got closer and closer to my reward and a few moments later, Master intensified everything, until I could not bear it any longer. I was allowed to orgasm and It went all through me with such a power that I virtually passed out from it. I don't know for how long  I was gone, probably not more that a minute, but all the tension that had built up slowly went out of me. When I could feel and think again, I felt as if I had done a 3 hours workout. Master had even unbound my hands and feet, while I was out in heaven but he only took the blindfold away, after I had returned. I still could not move, because I felt so exhausted from what had just happened, and I know that I was just grinning like a silly idiot, but I could not do anything against it. I could not bring out more than a meek 'thank you, Sir', but Master was relaxed too and laughed again. All was well. He put me under a soft and warm blanket and I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up in the morning. It was late, I had overslept, which could be a problem, but instead, Master had prepared breakfast for the both of us. He had talked to me earlier in the morning, which I do not even remember and he had seen that I was simply too exhausted from last night and therefore he had taken over. All in all, I can only say this was THE Wow-experience par excellence. we have had many such moments, but this one will always be special for me. I have never ever before had such an incredible mix of pain and pleasure, tease and denial and final release into unconsciousness. BTW, if you have ever had such moments, you surely know why I end up promising and doing all he wants me to. I really have no chance. Thank you for that, Sir.

P.S. Master used a Wartenberg wheel on me, to drive me completely crazy. I would not recommend it for somebody who is afraid of needles. But if you are into slight pain, I can recommend this wheel. In the past, we have already used a similar device, from my sewing equipment. It works, but afterwards I always looked as if I had been in the woods and got loads of scratches there (not good if you want to wear a short dress the next morning). And for me, the Wartenberg wheel feels better, too, because the other sewing wheel has some sharp edges, which I don't like. Whatever you do, try it out together first.

P.P.S. Master avoids using the wheel on my nipples and labia or clit, because I am oversensitive there and it would hurt like hell for me. Be warned, don't ruin your pleasure by creating the unwanted sort of pain.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

emotional crisis and chaos? yes, she lives here...

Currently I am in one of my moody phases again. If you want to know, I have them round about once every month. This is what usually happens then: inner restlessness, inability to focus, angry against myself, feel insecure for no reason, need to be cuddled a lot, forget to finish daily chores need to walk here and there, need to eat chocolate, need to get rid of eaten chocolate, jogging through the woods, feel exhausted from jogging through the woods, much hot water to have a hot bath, need for more physical contact with Master, need to talk about serious issues, but can't focus on that, more need for sex. This is what Master does then: distracts me from minor problems, comforts me, gives me lots of hugs and cuddles, takes me to other places, like nice restaurants, takes me to the bedroom, relaxes me by using hot wax and soft spankings, gives me sex, buys chocolate, has also bought my trainers I use to go jogging, has bought jogging outfit in bright and fluorescent colours, prepares hot baths for me, has hot baths with me, gives me sex, is there to listen to me and calm me down.
Btw, don't believe that I get out of the chores, they are waiting, but Master is lenient towards me when he knows that I am not feeling well. There is a difference between just being uptight or being emotionally challenged and his reactions towards me also reflect that difference. If I am just bitchy and uptight I have to bear the consequences, usually on the bottom, but when I can't cope with myself and have no way out, Master takes my hand and helps me. He gives me all the time I need and he is there for me.
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for that,  I love you, Sir.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Why do I submit?

As you probably have found out by now, I love talking to my husband and Master, because for me it helps to create and uphold trust and  love between us. I know that there are also lots of relationships where there is no talking. Coming to think of it, probably, there are more vanilla-couples who don't talk enough than there are M/s  or /D/s couples where the partners don't communicate the way they should. Since my owner (=husband, Master, etc.) and I (<-- I am allowed to use the capital i, btw.) believe that our way of life is good for us, we both do a lot to make it work. Even though I know that basically I am always in slave-mode, there are far more hours in a day, where you don't see or even feel that this is a slavegirl and this is her Master. I am very grateful that we have it this way, because it adds so much variety and more chances for being close. Sure, it is said that there are many hardcore-lifestylers who don't have much more than their Master- and slave-mode relationship, where every movement of Master's eyebrow has a deeper meaning and the slave always feels like a slave, thinks actively like a slave 24/7, has a slave-collar, is shackled 24/7, eats slave-food, has a slave-bed, can only sit on the floor or his/her slave-chair, probably there also is a slave-door, to leave the house.

We work for being close

For us it is all different. We spend a lot of time together and many times I don't have this idea that I am Master's slave. Instead we just love being together and talk, laugh, have fun, care for each other, even sleep in the same bed and sit at the same table. Guess what, I am even allowed to sit on the sofa. Well, most of the time, that is.
Nevertheless, when the moment is there and Master wants me to do something, I just do it. This is where even in everyday-life, our relationship is different from vanillas. If he wants me to bring something, I do it. If he wants me to dress a certain way, I do it. I also follow a general dress-code, that Master gave me, because he likes me best in nice dresses and skirts, so we just fit this into our everyday-life and that's it. I do it, because I want to please my Master and as in all other matters, he has the last saying and decides. Yet, I don't have the feeling of being nothing but an object, not cherished or loved, and that's because we talk and I have learned to trust my Master completely. When I want to talk to him, I have many chances to do so, although there might be times when he just says no, not now. If he feels like it, he could make me stop talking immediately, right in the middle of a sentence. But he doesn't, because my Master cares a lot for me. He wants to know what I feel like and wants to know my thoughts. I am really happy that I have him, because he makes me feel safe, loved, cherished, cared for and more. This is why I am able to submit to him so easily.
We fulfil each other's needs quite well,  he wants to see me do things for him and wants to decide for the both of us and I for one, want that from a man. I don't say this is right for anybody else, but for us it is definitely right. And before some aggressive feminist do-gooders start attacking me for this politically completely incorrect attitude, I just want to add once more that we talk things through and I am glad to leave decisions to my Master. If you don't like that, just live your life differently and I promise, I won't interfere. Please don't be angry with me, I am more the harmony-seeking type of woman.