Oh The Burn

He had turned the bed into a bondage platform by tying rope around the
matress at the head and foot.

"Take your clothes off," was his stern order.

I clasped my arms around my chest tightly and wondered at what he had planned.

"I'm shy," was my reply and in that moment I was very shy and wanting
to hide myself.

I had been pushing for a scene and he had finally relented and I could
feel his anger coming off him in hot waves.

Trembling, afraid and self concious as he fixed his blue eyed glare on me.

"Yes sir."

I stripped quickly and as soon as I was naked he pushed me face down
on the bed. Tying my wrists and ankles so I was spread eagle.

My wetness showing to him I moaned slightly when I felt his finger
inserted into my ass.

Ooo he knows how I adore ass play. I am relaxing and thrusting into
him as much as the ropes will allow.

Wanting to cum now and whimpering my need he pulls his fingers from my
ass and I feel cool drips of water. What is he doing?

I hate cold and wonder if he is planning ice play as some form of punishment.

I feel him poking at my ass again and then thrusting a cold hard butt
plug inside me.

Mmm more ass play. He starts spanking me. Hard uneven spanks and I
squirm and my ass clenches around the butt plug.

I start screaming in a high pitched wail and struggling hard against my bonds.

"It burns! Oh fuck! Save me please! Oh no no please sir NOOOOOOO"

I am babbling incoherently and jerking randomly at the ropes
attempting to free myself while my ass is on fire!

He stops spanking me and grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my face
close to his.

His eyes are icy like artic waters and they show no mercy. His love
for me is banished to some distant memory and I am his puppet.
Screaming and crying tears streaming as he slaps my face and tells me
I am getting exactly what I asked for.

Gasping, crying, and choking as he releases my hair any pickes up what
looks like a thin stick.

"This is for your pee hole girl." He is so calm and matter of fact.

I am screaming no as he moves between my legs and slides it into my ureathra.

Shrieking I gush as I orgasm and he twists the ginger butt plug in my ass.
He pulls his paddle out of his bag and starts marking me.

"Selfish greedy pain slut." He is cursing me as he beats me.

I spasm as another orgasm tears through me and I squirt soaking the bed.

He pulls the ginger from my holes and unties me slowly.

I lay there shaking and crying.

Breathless and brutalized I hear him laugh as he flips me over and
lays a carved piece on top of my clit.

"EeeeeeEEEE" I am screaming and struggling to get away.

He merciless and I am helpless to his will.

Ripped Apart

It is early and the day has begun. The men will want everything ready.

She stretches, arching her back cat-like and crawls to edge of her
sleeping pallet. She recognizes the aches and pains from the vigorous
tasks of last day and merely smiles.

She crosses to the door and enters the washroom. She sets the timer to
5 minutes, this is all the personal care time she is allowed. She
turns on the shower and squats backwards over the toilet while the
water warms up.

She emerges from the bathroom rubbing herself with the harsh towel,
steam billowing out around her. She hangs her damp towel after drying
her waist length hair.

The men are awake she can hear them in the kitchen. Excitement
quickens her pulse and she hurrys to join them.
There are four of them ranged about the table and she trembles
slightly as she stands to the side and attempts to be invisible. She
is not permitted speech, everyday she starts with only two rights, one
is the shower and the other is to rise and join them.

The sandy haired man is watching her and she blushes, last night his
hands were so rough on her that today she has purpling finger and hand
prints. She was thrilled that he wanted her so much.

He gestures and she glides forward to him. He gestures to the table
and she starts to turn to face it when he grabs her, rising so quickly
from his chair that it tumbles over.

She squeaks, his hand has tangled in her hair and is pulling her so
she is forced to lay back on the table. She struggles against it but
the others join in and there are to many hands pulling her down now.

Her arousal is obvious in her erect nipples and the blush that has
risen on her chest. Her heart is fluttering wildly and she is scared
but hungry for what ever the men have planned.

Sandy is telling the others to hold me down. He pinches her nipples
and she crys out in agony and ecstasy. He slaps her tits around and
leans down to bite her nipples as he squeezes her tits. The
stimulation of her breasts overwhelms her and she teeters on the edge
of orgasm. Whimpering and bucking her hips she feels his hand slide
down her tummy and to her sopping wet labia. His thumb and forefinger
find her throbbing, swollen clit and as her bites down harder he
pinches her clit.

Her orgasm rages through her like wildfire. She is crying out at the intensity.

He releases her nipple and walks around to stand between her legs.
Looking down at her cum drenched pussy, she is blushing wildly and
being so exposed, why is it so hard for her to accept when others give
her pleasure instead of just pain?

She squirms against the hands holding her as he grabs her inner lips
and pulls the wide open. Oh her pink depths are bright red and
glistening in greedy desire. He comments to the rest of the men that
he will need lube and a bottle of it is produced.

She doesn't understand how she couldn't be wet enough for anything he
could do to her. When she sees him slipping on a latex glove and
lubing all the way to his wrist.

Panic starts thrashing wildly inside her. He is going to put his huge
fist inside her! No no no she doesn't want this it will tear her in
half! The hands hold her firmer and she feels his gloved fingers start
pressing inside.

Two fingers inside and stretching and fucking her eager hole. Her face
is flaming in a blush as she realizes how she wants this.

Four fingers now, she is gaping and pleading and struggling against
tears. Her pussy is so full and so stretched. The other men start
rubbing her arms and legs to get her to relax a bit.

His hand is hearly inside now and her opening to her vagina is
stretched taunt. She is gasping in great breaths of air and trying to
relax, knowing he means to have her whether she wants it or not.

Her orgasm is building and his fist pops inside her and she screams.
Her entire body writhing as her passion uncoils and spreads to every
cell. Fire rages through her mind as he rocks his fist inside her and
uses his thumb knuckle to press her g-spot. She screams incoherently
and her cums gushes and squirts. Her pussy is squeezing his fist and
he holds his hand inside her.
As her orgasm subsides his fingers are back at her clit, pinching it
hard and suddenly the blue eyed man to her right growls and attacks
her nipples with her teeth violently.

She squeals and twists and is completely helpless, there on the table,
spread eagle.

Ripped apart by an insistent fist and that is beating her from the
inside out. Clit torn at and breasts devoured.

Orgasms flow through her in an unending river of bliss. She becomes
her pleasure and wanders lost among the sparkles of lust that bind her
more fast than any rope could.

*side note, mobile blogging is a complete pain in the butt especially
when using a mini keyboard. Hopefully my internet is fixed tonight!*

Lil' Sammy Mover

I have officially moved myself and my teenagers to a beautiful new
home. I am so thrilled at the turn my life has taken recently and I
find myself expressing thanks and gratitude.

It has been a difficult 18 months and being who I am I have done some
things to cope that I wouldn't normally do. It is good to feel like it
is coming to a close and that I can now proceed with putting my life
in order.

One of the things I love about me is my connection with the earth and
with people. I am a peace loving hippie at heart and it feels great to
shake off the fears and anger and embrace self love and tolerance.

During my move I had 4 people who were infinite in the volumes of help
they gave. 3 being my gorgeous children and the last being my
beautiful girl. I can not express enough thanks to these people. I
love them all and it feels so good to be loved by them.

Two more people helped me out. One was kind enough to take time from
her busy schedule and come help out in my kitchen. Her hard work and
patience are appreciated.

The last I could not have done without. His patience was golden and
his pausing to give me "daddy" hugs helped keep me from coming
unglued. From driving the truck to loading it and organizing unruly
teens into moving machines that worked. This man was my hero for the
day.

Thank you.

I wanted to add here that when we went to pick up the moving truck it
was thrilling to me to see my truck nicknamed "Lil' Sammy Mover" how
apt!

I will continue to be the domestic goddess that I excel at being now.
Happy and warm in my ne home.

Good chi, fill me!

boys boys boys

Ah I do so love the scent of a sexy confident man. You know that
strong clean "I am powerful" smell.

So I am in the elevator and a favorite man I know gets on. Inhaling
his scent as he wiggles through the crowd to stand beside me. We chat,
I fix his collar.

*swoon*

I am in lust, this particular person has held my attention for months.
The sad thing is I will never move beyond casual flirting as he is a
colleague.

Bummer.

Standing beside him and sharing his air is as close as I will ever get
to bedding this delicious person.

I really do need to braoden my horizons *grin*

Loss

I have lost a playmate. Last night our short but passionate
relationship came to a close.

I wasn't going to write about how I was feeling here as I know he
reads my blog and I didn't want him to know how I was feeling. It is
my selfishness that I do not like to share my vulnerabilites with
others. I fear rejection when I express anything but strength or the
fun things people like to be around. I hide away my fears and sadness
to protect myself from this.

In the end it doesn't matter who reads this or not. The words I write
are mine, for me. I am no less passionate in my grief than I am in any
other aspect of my life.

So today I ache with loss, I liked this person very much and it is
rare I form sexual bonds. It must sound so strange to anyone who reads
my blog but I only have one male sex partner at a time. I do not tend
to take intimacy lightly. Whether with a man or woman.

That is not to say I don't play with multiple people. It is to say I
only have intercourse with people I am emotionally attached to. Or
that I expect to become attached to.

So I am crying. The emotions and caring do not stop merely because we
have parted ways. I feel emotions like love so deeply, even the love
for a casual friend has the power to feel devestating in its loss.

This was more than merely a casual friend to me.

I will hurt for awhile and say never again for awhile. Eventually I
will be ok and move on.

We did have a lot of fun, and I will cherish those memories. I may
even write more of them here. Hard to say at this moment.

Here and now I cleanse my heart with tears.

The Bat

On Saturday I scened with a long time Dom friend at a public party. I haven't been in that space for quite some time as I have been busy with other endeavors.

Before I go to far let me state very clearly that none of our negotiation involved my genitals or anyone elses, and not once was my vulva touched. You will see my reason for clarifying this later.

I asked him to hurt me. I asked him to take me higher than I had ever been. I asked him to make me beg. I asked him to mark me.

I received everything I asked for.

Two and a half hours of him beating on me with flogger, canes, crops, quirts, a wartenburg wheel, vampire gloves and a bat.

Yes a bat.

A nerf foam covered bat. He declared after that he was striking me as hard as he could with everything he gave to me. I can still hear the "WHUMP WHUMP" of the bat hitting my ass.

He hit me so hard I was being moved from side to side.

He had a vampire glove on the entire time and kept stroking my beaten flesh with it. Adding tiny scratches and pokes with his carresses and squeezes.

Delicious.

We had company at the end of the scene. A lovely Domme who joined us and used flogger, and hands to beat me even higher into the rafters.

Blissed out on the joy that is endorphines she began attacking me with chopsticks.

Yes I did say chopsticks.

Oh my dear god I will fear chopsticks for the remainder of my life.

The scene ended with Mistress Evil Evil Evil Evil (my new name for her) flogging my back while the Dom flogged my tits with a horsehair flogger. My brain went on overload within five minutes and I begged for it to end.

I am a pain slut, and achieved orgasm three times while playing. It was incredible and the third was startling in the intensity of it. Each orgasm brought me to the brink of tears.

Ah such wonderful friends I have.

Vulva

The smooth soft mound decends to the fleshy outer labia. Ah how
delicious the sensations when legs are spread wide and the pink bits
are exposed. Delightful the inner lips pointing the way to the
clitorous and its myriad of nerve endings.

Lovely to lick and nibble this tender node and offer pleasure to its
owner. Watch it fill and engorge with blood as it strains to reach new
heights of ecstasy.

Follow those sensitive inner lips now to the deep pleasure that coils
inside the vagina. Stroke the entrance well and build the
anticipation. Slide in the creamy wetness and seek the sweet spot
within rub it with a finger pad and feel it swelling.

Excitement builds until, at last, cresting the waves of pleasure. The
flood gushes and soaks in sweet juices.

Nectar of the goddess flowing freely.

Bliss.

Bathtime

I am greeted at the door by my naked man. He takes my jacket and purse, squatting in front of me and removing my shoes. No words are said, he knows exactly what is needed.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom where steam is curling from the hot bubble bath he has drawn for me. I smile at him as he gently removes my clothing. He places them aside and gestures to the edge of the bath.

I step forward and stretch my arms high above my head, allowing tendrils of steam to play over my skin. He has taken up my hair brush and is smoothing the gentle waves of my hair. Coiling it and pinning it on top of my head and out of the way. Inhaling the lovely scent of lavender and vanilla.

His hand grazes down my back softly, his carress a soft reminder of his caring for me. He offers his arm and assists me into the bath.

I stretch out and enjoy the delicious hot water embracing me. My toes peeking out from the foam of the bubbles, only my shoulders, neck and head exposed. I sigh in contentment and close my eyes.

He kneels beside the tub and waits for me to indicate that I am ready.

I open my eyes and smile at him. He picks up a fluffy washcloth and dips it in the water.

I close my eyes again as he gently washes my face, his hand gliding the wet cloth down to my throat and rubbing across to my shoulders.

Relaxed now, I allow him to raise my arm in one hand and wash it gently with the other. His hand lowers my arm and raises the other. Ah! It is such decadence in allowing him to care for me in this intimate space.

His hands slide under the water and he carresses my breasts as he rubs them with his cloth. Down my tummy and over my hips, he lifts my legs one at a time and washes them, wiggling the cloth between each of my toes. I am blissed out, floating in this ecstasy of tenderness. His hand strokes the bottom of each foot gently and I feel the last bit of tension dissolve from my body.

His hands slide back up between my thighs, opening my legs to wash my vulva gently. He is infinitely pleasing in his regard for my comfort, as his fingers gently part the folds and the warm water soothes.

I sit up and his hands are washing my back and shoulders, here his touch is firmer, nearly a massaging carress. I curl my arms around my legs and rest my chin on my knees.

"MMMMMM" is the first sound made since my arrival and it signals that he may speak.

"Goddess is pleased?"

"Yes" my response simple as I relax my thoughts at his touch.

I rise up out of the tub and step on the plush towel where he kneeled moments before. In his hands is a large warm bath sheet. He pats me dry gently, wrapping me in the warmth.

He has lotion now and is warming it in his hands before rubbing me all over with it.

MMMmmmm heaven... How rarely do I allow myself such sweet indulgence.

Predator

I had tied him to the pillar by his wrists. He was blindfolded. I had spent some time flogging him, using crops and canes and spanking with my bare hands. I put nipple clamps on him (he hates them). And I wanted better access to the front of his body.

I untied one hand and had him step to the side. One hand remained tied to the pillar with a silk scarf. Blindfold still on.

I start spanking him and he is covering his ass with his hand. I blow him until he is hard an tie his free wrist to his dick. Thinking... If he jerks he will pull his cock.

Silk scarves don't hold well on a straight hard surface. A few whacks of his bum with my bare hand and he has pulled his hand free.

He is no longer attempting to protect himself.

Now he is attempting to catch me.

He is blindfolded, but I am breathing hard and he can hear my footsteps. He has caught me twice now and I have managed to wiggle free.

I turn up the music.

It works for a few minutes. I am able to get a couple good swats and pinches in before he grabs me by my wrists and traps me between his bound hand and the pillar. His free hand is groping me.

I am becoming prey.

He pushes me over and shoves his dick in my ass and I scream. No warm up, no lube, I'm in pain.

I tear away and fight free calling him a bastard and crouching down by the pillar. He is sorry I can see it. I am crouching and trying to still the pain receptors that are firing in my ass. Ow.... I swat at him, somehow the blindfold has come off. Did I take it off him? I am swatting at him again and dodging out of the way. He is grunting and growling. He is apologizing and asking if I am ok.

I swat him a few more times and call him names. I'm sore but ok, no damage has been caused.

Now he is free of the pillar and coming at me. Pinning me to the pillar and kissing me hard. I bite at his lips and struggle and squirm. He is growling and his strength is overwhelming. I bit at his shoulders and arms, anything to try and free myself.

He is biting my neck and growling like the savage beast that he is. I feel the first twinge of fear. It makes me hot. I push back and tell him to get on the floor.

I am fucking him and cumming all over his cock. I climb off suck him for a minute and then start to move away.

He has caught me again in an instant. There is no getting away from him. If he wants me he will have me.

I am shuddering in desire.

I am struggling to break free and he has picked me up and thrown me to the floor in an instant. I did not fall hard, I remember my amazement at that. He is on top of me, inside me, surrounding me. I am struggling to get away, sliding backwards away from him. Biting anywhere I can, my fingernails are raking and digging into him.

He starts hurting me. Biting nipples and breasts. I don't remember how I got there but I am backed against the chaise and he has an abrasive glove on and is squeezing my tits. My nipples pinched in that claw like glove.

I am screaming and begging... I want more but it is to much already. His hands scrapes down my tummy and I writhe, in ecstasy and agony. His hand grips my pussy and grinds the lips in that sharp scratchy glove.

I am cumming all over the glove.

It is running down my thighs in a flood. He takes the glove away and comments on the fluids I have given him. I am in tears, crying and gasping. So overcome by emotion.

In that moment he owns me.

Still gasping, still crying I have curled up in a crouching ball at his feet. A sense of worship washes over me. I want to show him how I feel and can't. I can't allow myself that vulnerability. I stuff it back inside and work on showing him my pleasure instead.

Worshipping his sex, shoving his cock in my throat and swallowing as he tells me how he wants to push that glove inside me. How he wants to tear me up inside.

I want it.. need it.. can't say yes. It's to intense, and to admit my depraved desires is a weakness I can't show.

He helps me rise and bends me over the chaise.

His hand is back in the glove.

He slides his hand over my ass and between my thighs. I am gasping and crying.. yes I think to myself, this is what I want.

His gloved hand is inside me. Sharp points scratching and tearing. I am squirting cum and it is dripping down to my ankles.

Humiliated and vulnerable, I shudder and cry as he teases me about the mess. I can't hide my desire from him.

We break for a drink of water. I get giggly and we have a water fight in the kitchen. A cold water fight. It is refreshing and pulls me back from that floaty weird sub space where he is my God and I live to serve him.

We towel off and crawl into bed.. He is cuddling me, and I am allowing him to (weird) he is suddenly tender and caring.

He starts talking about the glove and how he wants to fuck me with it again. I am begging him no, but secretly wanting it. He knows. He knows I am now craving for him to ruin me.

He gets up and get something out of his pants pocket. I have no idea what it is.

Cold steel is pressed again my back.

"NO!" I dare not move. Fear is shining bright in my eyes.

His blade is in his hand.

Terror is threatening, I look at him wild eyed and whimper. He is running the sharp edge over my body. It is not a smooth edge, it is scalloped which means sharp but also pointy, at more than just the tip. He is sliding the sharp edge so the points all drag.

I am nearing tears. He is holding my nipple captive between his thumb and the edge of his blade. I am begging him. Shaking and begging him not to cut off my nipple.

He moves away and I am hiding myself behind my arms. I don't want him to cut me and that knife is so sharp and the expression on his face is hungry, lustful and I need more.

I am a fear slut, this is my new revelation.

He tells me to lay back, be still and move my arms.

Black wings beat at the edge of my vision. My goddess is here and she is wrapping me in darkness. The cloud descends and I wander in the deep pit of desire.

He is telling me how he could pierce my nipple, he could cut it right off. I am whimpering and watching fearfully as his knife glides over me. Down my tummy those sharp points go, not hard enough to cut, only hard enough to scrape.

He is seated now between my legs, he has pulled them open and he is holding my clit at knife point. Talking about cutting it.

I am crying out no and begging him not to take my pleasure from me. The knife descends, he is holding my labia in his fingers and the sharp points are poking me. I am screaming and begging him not to cut me.

I feel the cold steel pressing inside me. I am shuddering and waves of pleasure mix with my fear. My hips rock and I cum on the now sheathed blade that he is fucking me with.

He pulls it from me and wipes the blade still sheathed against my thigh.

Blood.

I gasp in fear. I feel no pain but what has happened!

He tells me I am cut inside from the glove about an inch in. He slides back up beside me and holds me gently.

His knife has been put aside. His fingers are caressing my cheek. I am calming slowly, burying my face in his chest. Burrowing close to his warmth.

I am still shuddering, my vagina has begun to ache in a deep slow ache.

He tries to get me to talk to him.. I can not describe what has come over me. We cuddle and I drift back to the light.

His darkness has been only glimpsed, I yearn for more.

Bottoming

There is a profound difference to me in regards to bottoming, submitting and being enslaved. I have experienced all three in different levels. I prefer to bottom or submit only briefly.

I can not after my last scene say I never submit anymore. I submitted, after a long struggling fight, to his will. It made for some amazingly hot action, and I am not certain anyone else could have pulled it off with me. I will write more about this later, once my brain has had a chance to catch up with all the action that happened.

So back on subject of bottoming. To me and in my own personal experience, being a bottom means I will consent to have my body and mind used in a scene in a submitting role with no expectations beyond the scene. This means, no aftercare (I don't want or need it) no sex (again not necessary) and no relationship is needed. It means the scene is completely negotiated, it is an exchange of power only in that I am allowing the Top to give me painful stimulus. The exchange comes from playing with a pain slut who will beg for more. I submit to mingled pain and pleasure... sadists take delight.

I bottomed for the first time in months yesterday. I have been having back issues and I very much crave intense scenes that leave me with bruise and cuts that take a month to heal. I have not been able to do this for over 6 weeks. A friend convinced me to come for a flogging massage.

I arrived took off my shirt and bra and we discussed where I was hurting, and what to watch for. We talked about different stimuli and then started to scene.

I am a pain slut. I am standing there topless and he is flogging my back and it feels really good but my lumbar is starting to ache. I stop him and bend over and put my hands on the floor next to my feet. He can not resist the target and starts flogging my butt. I grab onto my ankles as he flogs me through my pants.

It felt really good and I could feel something starting to loosen. So he pulls out his spanking bench and I curl up on top of it, knees on the lower and elbows on the higher parts. Comfy, I start relaxing and his flogger beats a steady drumming on my shoulders. I feel euphoric and at peace drifting in and out of awareness.

I am being lulled, when he switches to a different flogger. This one stings. He hits my back a few times and I am whimpering and crying out to him to stop. He stops and I am up off the bench and pulling my pants off as fast as I can.

"I want it on my butt" I am back on the bench and sticking my ass out for that sting.

I had to yellow soon into it, as my butt hadn't been properly warmed up. He picked up the heavy thudding flogger and lay into my ass. It must have glowed a lovely shade of red by the time he finished.

I am relaxed again and breathing deep relaxing breaths as he picks up the stinging flogger and I am transported back to that sweet blissful place.

I don't know how long he flogged me but eventually I had to stop him as I was drifting towards sub-space and I knew I had a Topping scene later that day.

I stood up and he picked up the quirt.

I have on many occasions begged for this quirt. He began striking my breasts with it. I leaned into the blows and closed my eyes. Darkness crowds at the corners of my vision and I feel it welling within me. More, I need more, and more, and more, more. The thoughts echo and revolve and surround me.

I step back out of strike range and pull myself hard back to earth. I did not intend to fly in this scene.

The scene has ended at my request and I am panting as I dress and we go for lunch.

To me this is a good example of being a bottom. One that knows exactly what she wants and goes out to get precisely that.

Thank you, to my accommodating Top friend.

Spicy

I know I shouldn't do it but I simply can't resist.

I love to flirt. It is one of my favorite things in the entire world.

I am an elevator flirter. I think people who stand and stare at the
lighted numbers are bored and need some spice in their life. So I
flirt with them.

It does not matter if they are male or female I will toss my hair back
look them in the eye and offer some bit of flirty chit chat.

It always amazes me the different responses. Some openly flirt back,
and I have been known to get numbers that way! Some laugh it off. Some
mention they are married (I wasn't THAT flirty) and some do the
unthinkable and ignore me.

I hate being ignored. It riles me and I have been known to call out
after them with a huge smiles on my face "have a LOVELY day"

I have to be careful in enclosed spaces too. My sex drive is quite
high and I find myself fantasizing about being trapped with a few men
and them having their ways with me.

Whew! I must go back to work now.

daydreams

At work and daydreaming, when I was very young I saw porn that likely was my first indication that I was kinky. Here is a version of what it was mingled of course with my own kinky twists!

He has captured me and I am helpless against him. His strength is to much for me.

We are in his barn and I am bound and gagged in rough sisal that is burning and chaffing my skin at wrists, ankles and waist. My eyes are stinging with tears and he is tying me to a beam with long ropes so my hands are stretched high above me. My shoulders are straining and he places a bale of prickly straw under my feet he has me stand on it. My shoulders are relived slightly but now he is binding me by my waist to
a pillar that is directly behind me.

I struggle but the ropes are entirely to tight for this to do anything but make them dig into my flesh further. Begging behind my gag for freedom. My mind is racing with what he will do to me.

He picks up a long wooden bar and unties my ankles, the bar is placed
between them so my ankles are spread wide, feet still supported by bales. He slips rope between the eyehooks on either end and binds my ankles to them.

I am shuddering in fear. My body fully exposed to him.

He picks up a leather strap and swings it through the air so it whistles as it passes beside me. My bare ass is pressed against a beam, he can only mean to strike breasts and vulva with it.

The first strike falls hard across the top of my breasts and I scream.

He stops and pulls out his pocket knife. Terror as he advances, flipping the blade open and resting the edge against my cheek. I dare not move or breathe, body tensed. His blade slides under the rough rope at my cheek and wiggles as he cuts the rope. The blade is withdrawn and he pulls the gag from my clenched teeth.

"I want to hear everyone of your screams little girl."

His smile is sinister as he tosses the gag to the dirt floor and backs up to take another swing. This blow landes directly over my nipples and I scream in a high pitched wail.

He walks back to rub my breasts in his rough calloused hands. His eyes are gleaming and I am babbling incoherently.

Then he begins to beat my tits with hard sure strokes. My screams echo to the high rafters and I think surely someone will hear and save me.

No one comes.

He is using his strap against my pussy now. I am whimpering in between screams. My lips so swollen and welted. Yet the strikes continue.

I cry and beg for mercy as he slaps that strap harder and harder against my inner thighs. Desperately I am struggling, his arousal is plain on his face. He works his way behind me and manages to strike at my buttocks where there is not enough protection from the pillar.

Pleading for release pleading and telling him I will give him anything he wants. Anything at all.

He circles in front of me tossing the strap to the side and using his fingers to part my pussy lips wide. Oh! Agony in those aching lips.

"You are dripping wet in your lust. Filthy pain slut. You are already
giving me exactly what I want"

With that he thrusts fingers hard inside me and my orgasm rages
through me. Squirting out over his hand and forearm.

"And I shall have even more of you now girl"

He moves away sucking my cum from his fingers and picking up a cane.

He walks back up close to me so I can see this is no bamboo cane. It is made of blackberry and the thorns have been sanded off only where he is holding it in his hand.

I start to scream and beg, "NO NO NO PLEASE OH MY GOD NOOOOOOO"

He only smirks and steps back to take aim at my chest...

The Collar

I kneel before him, nervous and afraid. All of this is brand new. His hand slides over my cool skin softly and I shake in fear and desire.

I want this. I want his ownership of me.

His hands brush my hair off my neck and I am crying as he fastens the collar around my neck. Overwhelmed.

I am his, I place my trust, my well being and desires in his capable hands.

He stands me up and has me place my hands on the table.

I feel a rush of air go past me. The next swing of his flogger strikes my back. The stinging falls make me cry out.

Tears are falling and I am wrapped fully in the depths of my submission as he takes pleasure in my pain. The release is incredible and I feel the presence of the Goddess there with me. She lends me strength and changes the pain into pleasure.

I am swaying now and reaching into his swing. The pain is gone and each strike transports me to a higher state of bliss... I fly into the brightest night, blossoming desire staining the darkness with vivid patches of bright.

I am in his arms and my sex, my wet and greedy sex is being filled and orgasms are ripping through me. I am gasping and my nipples are caught in tight clamps as I buck and writhe. Begging for it to end, pleading for it to continue always...

I resurface, my body is tired and aching. He is beside me, hand on my tummy.

I touch his face gently, yes he is real. I touch my throat and feel the collar.

Yes I am his.

New Tricks

I am attempting to mobile blog.



It thrills me to think that I blog during my lunch hour at work. Supplying me with more opportunities to share my nasty kinky thoughts.



Yehaw! Let's go!

Bad Toy

I have been working on a scene with my toy for almost a week. Events made it impossible to play this way with him. Time, life, work, family, commitments to others kept getting in the way.

I lack patience, anyone who sees me in a scene knows whether I top or bottom I am active. I am moving, I am participating and vocal.

It comes from my impatience that I do not consent to intricate rope bondage scenes or scenes where I am required to be still or quiet. It doesn't appeal to me.

Waiting worries away at my patience.

I had to wait.

And wait..

And wait some more..

Until at last he had a measley two hours of time. Frustration set in. Anger tore through me relentlessly. 2 hours is not enough time to scene. Not enough time for much.

I won't scene when I am angry, but I will have sex. I tell him I will pick him up and he can eat my pussy for two hours "Yes Goddess"

I brought him over, in the car I tell him I didn't shave and he gets to spend the next two hours rubbing his tongue on my stubbly pussy. He carried my small scene bag in from the car. He stood there looking at me expectantly.

"No you can't kiss me. No you can't touch me. Take off your clothes." While he undresses I lay my new toys out on the table. He is making flattering comments about my outfit. I am ignoring him.

I am angry. "See these toys? I am not using a single one on you!"

I take him to the bedroom. I take off my clothes, I make him lay down. His dick is rock hard. I ignore it and straddle his face.

I make him lick and suck my pussy until I have cum. Climb off, lean over, suck his cock into my mouth and bite him. He is groaning. "Please goddess"

I tell him he is not allowed to cum. I climb onboard his dick and start fucking him. I am squirting all over his cock in about ten strokes. And soon again after. I lean forward and kiss him hard and then shove my nipple in his mouth.

I pull away and lay back. "Clean my pussy" He is quick to obey, damn he is good with his tongue. He is slurping and sucking all the juices off my thighs and pussy and ass. His tongue finds my clit and I tell him to bite it. He bites it and starts to move away,"I never said you could stop" His mouth is back. I cum twice more before I let him lay down beside me.

I tell him I am going to torment him, I grab his cock and press my finger against his pee-hole. Wiggling it so it presses inside, I tell him how I am going to carve ginger into a narrow sound and slide it into his dick. It will burn and he will beg me to stop. But before I start he will beg me to do it.

He is laughing and squirming and asking how I will convince him to beg for it. I reach up and grab his nipple in my fingernails and pinch hard. He is moaning and wants to defend his poor nipple but he promised before the two hours started that they are mine. I tell him, "figging your cock, or making your nipples bleed are your choices" He laughs and I know tomorrow I will have the ginger ready.

I swat his ass and roll him back over so I can suck his cock and balls. I lay back and tell him to fuck me.

He is fucking me and biting my nipples and begging to cum. I squirt on him again and tell him to get off me.

I grab his hand and lead him into the shower, showing him the grab bars so he doesn't slip. He wants to fuck so bad, he is sliding his cock between my lips and begging.

I bend over so he can fuck me and he is begging to cum as his balls against me and he buries himself deep. "NO"

He is groaning and I have pushed him against the cool back wall. I bend over and suck his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and biting but not stroking. His hands are in my hair and he is fucking my face and I pull away and slap him.

"NO"

I turn off the shower and hand him a towel so he can dry me off, once I am dry I hand him another towel so he can dry himself off. Direct him to dress.

I come out to the living room with my strap on. He wants me to fuck him so badly. I show him how it looks. He comes in close and rubs my cock in his hand. "Yes I can feel that on my clit" He smiles and kisses me. I take it off and get dressed.

Drive him to his meeting, telling him as we go that I will message him everytime I cum and he will not cum until the next time he sees me. And he best be doing a whole lot of begging or he won't cum then.

We will see how he does...

Cane

Crave the intensity of it.

No warm up.

Cane brought down hard and cutting against my bare ass.

Strike my thighs, my tummy, my breasts.

Welt and bruise me.

Tender flesh torn and battered.

Break the skin with the hard strikes.

Feel my passion flare and burst free of me.

Scream in agony.

In sweet blissful pain.

Overtaken in a tide of red desire.

Scour my soul with the grit of lust.

I am clean.

Fucking my girl

She had been teasing me all night. And she had seen the picture of my blue dick and knew I was going to fuck her with it.

I cut her dress off, earlier I had laced her into it. I cut her gloves off too. I wanted to cut her panties off, I figured I bought them for her I should be able to cut them off her. She begged me not to so I relented.

I scratched, bit, shocked and slapped her, pulled out my crop and tapped her with it a few dozen times. Invited a mutual friend to flog her. Which she was delighted with, I kept a close eye on her and made sure she went as high as we could take her.

Then it was my turn to be victim to my dearest friends, my vampire gloves, and the violet wand. My friend was kind enough to flirt with me a bit with those items so I could get a bit high. We shocked a few people when he spanked me with the gloves on. Leaving bleeding prick marks on my ass.

I grabbed my girl and dragged her to a private room.

Strapped on blue, she put a rubber on me while I stuffed my bullet into another rubber and then with no more ceremony, laid her down and fucked her. I was on top of her and thrusting blue inside her. Squeezing her tits and licking and biting her nipples. She was cumming all over my cock and I was in absolute heaven.

Damn it was so hot and sexy. I totally get why guys love their dicks so much.

She rode me after I made her cum a few times. I held the vibe under her clit so everytime she pushed me deep she rubbed on the vibe. It was hot.

She sucked her cum off my cock and I informed her I could actually feel every stroke as if she was touching my clit. The base of the cock was resting on my pelvis but the vibrations were travelling. She thought that was hot and I let her play around with the sensations for a bit.

Then I bent her over a spanking bench and fucked her from behind. There was a mirrored closet beside us and I got to watch my dick fucking her. It was so sexy holding her hips and plowing my cock into her hole as hard and deep as I could. She kept coming and pushing my dick out of her as she clenched on it. I managed the trick of Holding it inside her once I figured out what she was doing.

She has such a sexy ass!

I swear the entire time I fucked her I was in orgasmic bliss. I never had an actual orgasm but I felt so good about giving her so much pleasure, there was no need for me to cum.

Sometimes the best pleasure I can receive is in knowing I am pleasing a lover.

Bits and Bites

I keep the shredded clothing from this scene in my closet as a reminder.

I am bound only by my wrists. I can move and squirm, twist and sway. I am fully clothed. There is a table filled with knives only one meter away.

I barely breathe, terrified of moving.

His eyes are sparkling as he picks up the first blade and holds it next to my face. He has my undivided attention. His voice is low and rough as he asks if I should move and I say in a quiet trembling voice, no. He asks why and I glance furtively at the blade, "it's sharp", is my breathless reply.

He responds with a nod, and runs the sharp tip down my jawline. I struggle to hold still. My skin in goosebumps as he runs the knife down my throat.

His gaze is so intent and I am whirling in my head, spun anxiously out between excitement and terror.

He begins cutting my clothes off. Blade poking through and scratching my skin as he cuts a bit off. He cuts more and more clothing free, the bits falling to the floor around us like leaves scattering off a tree.

I am drifting an ocean of emotions crashing through me. It all so surreal, his blades drag across my skin and I shudder at the sting of my skin being scratched and red lines start appearing. The blades are incredibly sharp.

The black blade he picks up, strikes fear inside me and I feel as if my core being is encased in ice. I tremble as he states threats in a clear calm voice. Unnerving me more is that voice that is so calm paired with those glittering eyes.

Depraved kinky man, torturing poor innocent me. Nevermind that I consented to this... I giggle softly at the craziness of it all.

My clothing is hanging in tattered rags, he has not exhausted his collection of knives. I dare a glance at the table as he steps away for the next one. He has many more to go.

Disbelief sets in, I was crazy to agree to this. One slip and I could wind up dead, or missing a body part! I start panicing and freaking out. He notices immediately and he is there just as fast. Calming me, telling me to breathe. My breathing slows and I look in his eyes. I trust him. I am safe.. relatively speaking!

He picks up a new knife, and cuts the rest of my clothing off. Naked now except a pair of cuffs on my wrists that are attached to the frame with sisal rope.

He is cutting through my skin with those sharp blades. Not to the flesh, just the first few layers of skin. Just enough to bring blood to the surface. I am shaking and flying high on the endorphines rushing through me like insane drugs.

His hand is on the rope, stretching me taller. I am on tip toe.

His hand flashes down, blade swinging...

The rope parts and I cry out, stumbling as my freedom is re-gained.