A few days ago Master took slave to the store to buy her some new shoes, and was quite amused. He found out that slave can fit into children's shoes when He was having trouble finding her a pair that He liked in the adult section. Master had slave try on a few different pairs and teased her with the strawberry shortcake sneakers and the Disney princess light up ones. slave almost ended up with black and pink Tinkerbell sneakers, Master knows how slave dislikes pink and He loves to torture her with the threat of hot pink things.
When Master decided on the shoes (white and blue plain thank goodness) T/they finished shopping and on the way out the door Master paused by the clothespins. slave watched quietly as He considered them but couldn't help the smile that crept across her face as He tossed them in the basket with a grin.
The only time that Master has ever used them on slave was when the picture on this blog was taken so slave has been hoping to do it again.
It seems that Master has found a way around the roommates for now, last night was wonderful...
Later that night Master allowed slave to suck His cock for a little while, *sigh* slave loves Masters cock!
she took her time licking and sucking and savoring the feel of Him in her mouth and just enjoying serving Him. After a few minuets Master told slave to get His underwear that He had worn to work then straddle Him.
slave did so then eased down onto Masters cock "My, my you are a wet little slave" Master commented, slave blushed and wiggled a little. "Go slowly now slave" Master ordered, so slave started sliding along Him and closed her eyes at the feel of Master inside her.
Master grabbed her jaw a few heartbeats later and looked at her with a smile "Be quiet now slave" He ordered then stuffed His underwear into her mouth and pulled enough over her head so that she couldn't see.
her skin tingled as her senses became alive. Every nerve ending aware of the slightest touch or movement of air, every noise easily heard, the sharp nip of a clothespin finding a hold on her breast...
It was heaven.
Riding Master slowly as the sharp bites of pain grew more intense, starting to focus and just feel everything. The layers of the world around slip away as she falls...
falls into that place where it simply is.
It is nothing but the burning desire to serve mixed up with the weight on her breasts. Every clothespin beginning to throb as the individual pains start to become one. It is the hardness of Master soaked in slave's gratitude and arousal, the feel of Masters hand brush against that spot on her side. It is the tickle of her hair brushing against her lower back, the faint sheen of sweat that she gets when inflicted on, the scent of Master in the air and everything at once, pain, joy, love, devotion, trust.
slave falls into feeling.
Some time later after all the pins were placed sex had become intense and the rocking had made slaves breasts so sweetly tender. Rough, hot, Master had ordered slave to orgasm then held her against Him, painfully hard and filled her full of hot cum *swoon*.
Sweet, sticky messes. slave unthinking starts to lay down on Masters chest and stops quickly with a squeak. So He unpins her, slowly, starting at the farthest ones from slaves nipple. Agonizing how they hurt sitting in one spot for so long but it's such a sharp pain once removed, asking oneself if they are better left alone...
Now with heavy, sore breasts free of wood and metal, Master removes the underwear from slaves mouth. "Thank You Master" slave says softly with a little smile.
Master laughs "I love your tortured smile" He says "it's like you are in agony and you hate it but you can't help it you just have to smile".
He tells her that He put all 5o on and slave is surprised that Master got so many on her little tits, but pleased of course, she is a little glad that they aren't bigger because they feel quite large at the moment.
slave gathers the clothespins and places them in a gallon Ziploc until she can find a more permanent home and looks at the bag, considering. "There is that smile again" Chuckling Master pulls her to Him and slave snuggles in. Thinking about everything that just happened and how she will think of this every time she sees the pins. A bag that carries a alternate reality, a half empty bag that she can fall into, fall into that place...
Wait, a half empty bag?!
slave bought more pins today to fill it up. *devious grin*
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
The yucky mole
About 3 months ago when there was no computer....
slave had this kinda mole skin tag thing on her side that she really hated, it was ugly and uncomfortable. Master said it didn't really matter to Him one way or the other so slave asked Him to cut it off, Master replied that He probably would when He wanted to.
Over the course of about two years slave inquired about it a time or two and Master always replied that He would when He was ready. slave was eager to be rid of it but also nervous and excited thinking about Master doing it too.
On a day off when Master and slave slept in a little bit Master started moving around and slave stretched, waking up together. Master was bright eyed and bushy tailed while slave was a little slower shaking off her sleep.
"Hand Me My knife slave" Master ordered "yes Master" she replied sliding out of bed as her mind fumbled to focus. Handing Master His knife slave crawled back under the covers, hiding from the chill Alaskan morning.
"Face Me and bare your side" He said and slave pushed the covers down to her waist while Master sat up. Flicking the hunting blade open Master leaned in and slave realized what was on His mind.
slave felt a quick jolt of fear through her mind, banishing the last remnants of sleep as Master grabbed the mole and laid the knife against her skin.
Images of Master sharpening the knife for hours yesterday flash through her mind. Last week Master used the same knife to skin a rabbit and slave has mental images of it sliding through the fur easily as she hears the sound of steel on steel ringing in her ears.
slave lets out a squeal as Master slides the cold blade through her flesh, just a small cut on one side of the mole. "Hold still slave" Master reminds as she squirms a little so slave holds her breath and quits moving.
Biting pain as Master starts at the cut side and slowly, agonizingly slowly cuts part of a circle along the bottom. "Please may slave have a moment Master?" she asks "waking up this way has made her a little nauseous Sir" slave says as she argues mentally with her tummy.
Master has of course planned it this way, slave has a high pain tolerance and is turned on by knives and cold metal so this would usually make her all wet and squishy.
Master grins His devious grin as He starts again, telling slave that 'yes He must go that slow so that He can make sure He doesn't cut off too much skin and make a scar' as she fights squeals and squirms.
It bleeds a lot for such a little pinhole though it does pull open to about the size of a dime.
Master holds a clean rag to slaves side and holds her against Him lovingly. slave thanks Master as she relaxes into His protective embrace happily.
Master cleans her up thoroughly and T/they start the day as usual, slave making breakfast with a few stops from Master so He can dab the blood off of her side *smile*
Now if only that wasn't so long ago....
slave had this kinda mole skin tag thing on her side that she really hated, it was ugly and uncomfortable. Master said it didn't really matter to Him one way or the other so slave asked Him to cut it off, Master replied that He probably would when He wanted to.
Over the course of about two years slave inquired about it a time or two and Master always replied that He would when He was ready. slave was eager to be rid of it but also nervous and excited thinking about Master doing it too.
On a day off when Master and slave slept in a little bit Master started moving around and slave stretched, waking up together. Master was bright eyed and bushy tailed while slave was a little slower shaking off her sleep.
"Hand Me My knife slave" Master ordered "yes Master" she replied sliding out of bed as her mind fumbled to focus. Handing Master His knife slave crawled back under the covers, hiding from the chill Alaskan morning.
"Face Me and bare your side" He said and slave pushed the covers down to her waist while Master sat up. Flicking the hunting blade open Master leaned in and slave realized what was on His mind.
slave felt a quick jolt of fear through her mind, banishing the last remnants of sleep as Master grabbed the mole and laid the knife against her skin.
Images of Master sharpening the knife for hours yesterday flash through her mind. Last week Master used the same knife to skin a rabbit and slave has mental images of it sliding through the fur easily as she hears the sound of steel on steel ringing in her ears.
slave lets out a squeal as Master slides the cold blade through her flesh, just a small cut on one side of the mole. "Hold still slave" Master reminds as she squirms a little so slave holds her breath and quits moving.
Biting pain as Master starts at the cut side and slowly, agonizingly slowly cuts part of a circle along the bottom. "Please may slave have a moment Master?" she asks "waking up this way has made her a little nauseous Sir" slave says as she argues mentally with her tummy.
Master has of course planned it this way, slave has a high pain tolerance and is turned on by knives and cold metal so this would usually make her all wet and squishy.
Master grins His devious grin as He starts again, telling slave that 'yes He must go that slow so that He can make sure He doesn't cut off too much skin and make a scar' as she fights squeals and squirms.
It bleeds a lot for such a little pinhole though it does pull open to about the size of a dime.
Master holds a clean rag to slaves side and holds her against Him lovingly. slave thanks Master as she relaxes into His protective embrace happily.
Master cleans her up thoroughly and T/they start the day as usual, slave making breakfast with a few stops from Master so He can dab the blood off of her side *smile*
Now if only that wasn't so long ago....
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Reading
slave just finished reading the blog "a view from the floor" the entry called "spirals", wow.
It's so amazing how sometimes you cannot express the emotions within you and then BAM!
Randomly reading a blog in your favorites someone quite eloquently puts down exactly the emotions and feelings raging within you.
Don't get the wrong impression for this slave is very happy, she just hadn't felt the depth of the need for pain until she stopped ignoring/suppressing it momentarily as she read of another's struggle, same story the lack of opportunity.
So, slave will start ignoring it as best as she can until the neighbors go out or something...
It's so amazing how sometimes you cannot express the emotions within you and then BAM!
Randomly reading a blog in your favorites someone quite eloquently puts down exactly the emotions and feelings raging within you.
Don't get the wrong impression for this slave is very happy, she just hadn't felt the depth of the need for pain until she stopped ignoring/suppressing it momentarily as she read of another's struggle, same story the lack of opportunity.
So, slave will start ignoring it as best as she can until the neighbors go out or something...
Computer access *happy dance*
Master has gotten Himself a laptop! slave loves it when He buys Himself things because slave wants Master to have everything and the allowance she gets for His birthday and Christmas never seems like enough *grin*.
Another benefit though is now slave can write more often, on her days off at least when slave has completed all assigned tasks. It will be nice to share and talk with others regularly.
Alaska is everything slave remembered. Yesterday she was driving home after taking Master to work and there was a humpback whale swimming right next to the road. slave pulled over and watched him surface a few times before continuing on her way *happy sigh*. Also, she gets to eat everything! Master laughs when T/they go into the woods and slave starts munching on various plants and collecting tidbits to take home. slave cooked Master some fiddlehead ferns in garlic butter and He said they had a nice crisp, green flavor. The time not working and getting to enjoy Masters company is nice.
slave asked Master if He wished to inflict on her soon and Master grinned and told her that if she hadn't become so loud then He would have done so already *blush*.
T/they talked about going out into the woods and doing it there, plenty of privacy and a turn on as well. Alas! Without the guns (still in Florida) the risk of attracting a bear is too great, cries are a huge no-no because it sounds too much like a hurt animal. So there is a lot of thought going into that scene about how to make it work without attracting hungry animals that will need to be scared off at the very least. Perhaps when hunting season rolls around slave will helpfully volunteer to be bait and an extra pair of hands *laugh*
she just misses having pokeables and ouchie spots when she moves during the day, it seems like it's been forever *frown*. Master did try last week and chewed on her while they were having sex. Damn slaves inability to keep quiet! *fuming at herself a little*
Overall things are going well though and slave loves it here, it's also perfect for the family because it's far enough south that the weather is a lot milder than where slave is from. Things are falling into place slowly but surely.
Another benefit though is now slave can write more often, on her days off at least when slave has completed all assigned tasks. It will be nice to share and talk with others regularly.
Alaska is everything slave remembered. Yesterday she was driving home after taking Master to work and there was a humpback whale swimming right next to the road. slave pulled over and watched him surface a few times before continuing on her way *happy sigh*. Also, she gets to eat everything! Master laughs when T/they go into the woods and slave starts munching on various plants and collecting tidbits to take home. slave cooked Master some fiddlehead ferns in garlic butter and He said they had a nice crisp, green flavor. The time not working and getting to enjoy Masters company is nice.
slave asked Master if He wished to inflict on her soon and Master grinned and told her that if she hadn't become so loud then He would have done so already *blush*.
T/they talked about going out into the woods and doing it there, plenty of privacy and a turn on as well. Alas! Without the guns (still in Florida) the risk of attracting a bear is too great, cries are a huge no-no because it sounds too much like a hurt animal. So there is a lot of thought going into that scene about how to make it work without attracting hungry animals that will need to be scared off at the very least. Perhaps when hunting season rolls around slave will helpfully volunteer to be bait and an extra pair of hands *laugh*
she just misses having pokeables and ouchie spots when she moves during the day, it seems like it's been forever *frown*. Master did try last week and chewed on her while they were having sex. Damn slaves inability to keep quiet! *fuming at herself a little*
Overall things are going well though and slave loves it here, it's also perfect for the family because it's far enough south that the weather is a lot milder than where slave is from. Things are falling into place slowly but surely.
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