Naked

A very dear playmate has given me an electric blanket for christmas. So thoughtful!

I have taken to curling up under it naked in the morning while I wake up. It is so cozy and warm.

I gave this playmate the gift of warmth too, in the form of little gel filled heat packs that are reusable. He liked them a lot.

I also gave him toys for his toybag. He received two packages of memo clips, they look like little colourful clothespins and are meant to hold paper together. He also received a package of bamboo skewers and a bag of elastic bands. All common items and all items he loves to play with.

Of course what kind of friend would I be if I didn't ensure that they worked?

I had him strip naked and tied his wrists to the end of my bed so he was bent over it. I rubbed my hands slowly over his body and pinched his butt cheeks lightly. He has a limit of no butt sex so I like to poke at that limit every so often without actually breaking it.

My impact toys are laid out on the bed in front of him and he is getting an eye full of what is in store for him while I slowly begin spanking his ass. My hands are very stingy and I like to spank his bum very much. So spank, rub, spank, rub. My hand is getting a bit tired so I pick up a small paddle. This is one of his favorite toys as well and as I rub it over his skin he moans slightly. Soon I start striking, again the impact is made and then the paddle rubbed over it. I want to build up to be slow.

I am slapping both his bum and thighs with the paddle and he is squirming and exclaiming with each strike. I turn the paddle around in my hands and it goes from being a palm shaped implement to being about two inches wide. I strike him with the handle and tease him about how much it is evident that he is enjoying himself. I have him open his legs so I can beat his balls and his inner thighs.

I set the paddle aside and pick up the memo clips. I have him spread his legs further and go to town placing clips all over his balls, taint and in his butt crack. These little clips are perfect for tight places! They clamp the skin tightly too so they are a real bitch to pull off. After I have placed about 15 on him I stand up again and grab my cane.

I have a bit of a fetish for impact toys and these canes were made for me by a special friend, they are colour coded according to the intensity they strike at. This particular cane is right smack in the middle.

I run the cane over his bum and down his thighs. Then rub it over his back and shoulders. He is shaking, the combination of caress and clamps is having a nice conflicting effect. I tap the clips with the cane and he groans.

Laughing evilly I strike him with the cane across his bum and thighs. He is squirming and pulling at the ropes. His voice is getting rather loud. I tell him to ssshhh and he buries his face in the pillow I was considerate enough to supply.

I kneel down behind him and start tugging gently on some of the clips. They are very tight and I know I will have to tug hard to get them off. I also know they shouldn't stay on to long, they restrict the blood flow a bit to much and he is not used to them either. So I flick at them and twist them around a bit and then I start flicking the cane at his bottom while I kneel behind him.

He is squirming and he pulls his hand free of the rope says, "OOPS" and slides it back in. I laugh and tell him to just hold onto the bed frame. I never meant the rope to hold him tightly in place (and I suck at rope) He holds the bars of the bed and I proceed.

I pull the first clip that went on, off. It takes a fair bit of force to tug it off but I manage and laugh as I hear the funny pain sounds he makes. Mocking him by parroting them back at him. I pull more clips off, laughing at his antics and saving the one I expect will hurt the most for last.

The one on his taint right under his ball sack is on there really good and I pause to rub where all the other clips were before I pull this one off. He is groaning and squirming and I am glad to know I have given him such pleasure!

Now for the masterpiece! I grab the last clip and rip it off super fast.

He is immediately brought to his knees, curled up in the fetal position and almost in tears. I laugh and pull him into my lap. Poor boy.

I cuddle him for a minute and let him catch his breath and then have him sit on the floor facing me. I grab the pillow and place it behind his head so that he can lean comfortably against the bed. I would HATE to make him uncomfortable after all.

Can you see my wicked evil grin yet? Yes? Oh good!

He groans at the clip being pinched closed and I grab more and start making colourful artistic designs all over him with them. I take delight in pinching them even tighter between me fingers and in twisting them sometimes up to 360 degrees before yanking them off.

Like all good things, our play time came to an end. He agreed today to come back so I could take some pictures of the clips on him. So here they are!

The bruises are from our previous play session where I was growling and biting him. (Did I forget that in the above post?)

He has taken delight in being a porn star now. Bratty subs I tell ya! Now he has corrected me and said not just any porn star but a S&M porn star! (with his finger pointing into the air in a valiant gesture)

Men... sheesh.. gotta torture them as much as possible.

And that is the end of our lovely scene and the beginning of a day of playfulness and fun here in naughty land.

Catch ya later!

Connections

I am going to be blogging a lot about my primary partner just by virtue of the fact we are together more than anyone else I play with (hence the term primary). Recently we were able to reconnect over sushi and naked "Little Big Planet" here is the outcome.

I am sitting on the futon mattress that has been tossed on the floor in front of the tv. Naked and playing video games with the man I love. I set my remote down and nuzzle close.

Soon my head is in his lap and I am licking and sucking his cock. I slip off to my room for safer sex supplies and lube, returning to resume a comfortable position, my pussy is within easy reach of his probing fingers and he has a great view of the hot action as well.

Now just as point of reference we have been sexually active for a year and I have never succeeded in having him orgasm during a BJ. I like to consider myself more than skilled at this activity and the fact that it hadn't happened yet was mildly disconcerting.

My fingers slide down between his cheeks and stroke at his taint and balls. My mouth following as I suckle each ball in my mouth and then lick and suck at his sensitive taint. My hands are busy, one stroking and squeezing his cock just so, as the other tickles and strokes into his crack. Teasing his puckered anus, his moans fill my ears. I slip a finger inside and stroke, reaching for his prostrate and rubbing it.

He tells me how much he likes it when I squeeze a certain way while stroking, I make sure to take his direction as my lips rub and suck. Tongue darting out as I shift back up and lap at the tip of his dick. He is groaning and I express how much I want his cum.

He relaxes under my caresses and I continue lavishing attention on him. My fingertips circling his hole, thumb rubbing his taint, pressing into the sensitive nerves underneath and stroking. My other hand is stroking his shaft and up over the meatus, squeezing and stroking, over and over. He tells me he is going to cum as my mouth sucks at the head of his cock each time it pops out of my stroking hand.

I contain my personal excitement, and don't change a thing, steady speed and pressure.

Within three strokes his orgasm is bubbling out of him, spraying his cum as I continue sucking and stroking, riding him with my mouth right through to the very last spurt and beyond.

Afterward I lay with my head on his tummy looking up at him and smiling. He laughs at my 'lil gurl grins" and his smile tells me how happy he is that I never gave up on making this event happen for both of us.

I ask if that is my Christmas present and he laughs.. no, I am told, that is yet to come.

Soon he pulls me up to kiss him and our passion swells around me. I am squirming and I can feel my desire screaming just under the surface of my skin.

He pushes me down onto the mattress and all he says is "Stay" his hands untangle from my hair as he gets up and goes into our room.

He comes back, I can hear him swinging something through the air and I have no idea what he has in mind.

His hands are rubbing over my ass and thighs, the spanking begins. He spanks me hard! I am whimpering and squirming and he just keeps spanking me, hard and fast. I am gasping and unable to process the sting of his hands as the blows come to fast for my body to understand.

He picks up his flogger and brushes the tails over my ass. My hunger is rising and his strokes are hard against my ass. His flogger is made of rather rough leather and I delight in feeling the coarse hide chaff against my sensitive bum. I grab at the falls when he pauses and rub them against my bum and upper thighs. A low growl is ripping through me.

I turn over onto my back and he begins flogging my tits, tummy and mons. I am scared of the falls hitting my chest where my recent cutting is still healing but he is very careful to put the impact on the meat of my breasts and lower. He explains that he is bringing the flogger up so high to make his aim better and not to be afraid. I whimper as I watch him and the delightfully scratchy leather is once more slapped into my willing flesh.

My legs are spread wide and he is flogging my pussy. I can't help myself as I reach and grab the tails rubbing them over my cunt and nipples. He pulls the falls free again and his strikes become slow and languid. My orgasm is clamoring inside me, clawing like a ravenous beast awaiting the opportunity to burst free of my flesh.

He urges me on, coaxing me with strikes and leather rubbing. Madness seems to hover near, I am sobbing at the intensity of it all and tears are dripping from the corners of my eyes. He notices and stops coming up to cuddle me and stroke me. I beg him to continue, he thinks I am laughing but I reassure him I am crying. His beating of my pussy continues, my clit is swollen and tender, it feels like it will explode every time he strikes it. My sobs grow broken and tears flow as I finally succumb and allow the orgasm to bust free of my restraints.

His flogger is cast aside and he has me on my knees and bent over, his cock is probing my depths and I am squirting in the reckless abandon of multiple orgasms.

Our sex and play continues for some time before I start begging him to put clips on my clit and pussy.

 He tells me to go get the toys I want used on me and I rush off to our toy closet. I stand in the open doorway looking at the shelves and wondering how greedy I should be?

Grabbing the clips and clothespins, and my vampire gloves, a longing look is cast at the shelves filled with sex toys but I leave them behind. My instincts telling me if I am to greedy that I will be punished, and not in a good way!

I return to him, and set the items on the couch. He pulls me into his lap so my back is leaning against his naked chest. I nuzzle into him and kiss him hungrily.

He reaches up and grabs a handful of clips. I really want them on my pussy but he is putting them on my tits and nipples. I HATE clamps on my nipples, they are so sensitive it is just annoying to me. He knows this and does it anyway. I am whimpering and whining and he is laughing at me. I start taking clips off almost as fast as he is putting them on!

He calls me a bad girl and grabs the really nasty ones, I start hiding under the blanket and crying out "NO DADDY NO NO NO I"M A GOOD GIRL!"

He is laughing and pinching the clips on. I am unclipping them and throwing them across the room. "NO NO EEE" He is calling me a bad girl and I don't care!

He grabs the vampire gloves next as he lays me on the floor face up. He has never used these before and I give him instructions on them.

It is not long before the sharp points are pricking my skin and I am nearly cumming again. I climb back up off the floor and straddle him as his sharp clad fingers grip my ass and rub down my back and over my hip. I am struggling to hold in my screams as I feel him enter me and pump deep inside to where my orgasm has gathered. It rushes out of me, soaking us both and leaving me whimpering and without the ability to think.

He pulls the gloves off and I climb off him, curling up beside him as he feeds me bits of fruit and chocolate. I am blissing out completely and tell him no one has made me cry like that before.

He is wearing a very contented look and I sigh happily.

In my minds eye I imagine there is a sea of faces watching us, and they now applaud our evening of re-establishing and deepening our connection to each other.

Spoiled Rotten

I have an amazing lover.

I mean it!

Last night we wrestled around on the floor with each other, cuddling and nuzzling. Biting, tickling, wiggling and squirming.

At one point I was face down on the floor, he was squeezing my bum in his hands and spanking me with these big whumping soft spanks.

I was whimpering and pushing up into his hands, telling him how much I loved it when he played with my ass. I have a growly low voice telling me he has plans for it later!

I squirm in excitement. I love butt play and as it is not his kink at all this is a purely for me play activity.

We go to bed and he tells me to get my butt toy. I grab a towel, toy, gloves, and lube. He slips a condom over the toy and starts slicking my crack and into my tight ass with well lubed fingers. I am whimpering and laying still as I relax into the play.

It has been so long!

I squirm and start humping back into his hand. I feel him pressing the tip of the toy into my stretched butt-hole. I gasp as it slides in to the first ridge. He turns on the vibrations and I am a whimpering mess begging him to fuck my ass. He pushes it deeper inside me and I gasp as the next ridge up enters my sensitive hole. I am nearly ready to cum and I feel like I could just die. The toy is pressing through the layers and vibrating against my gspot.

Stretched wide open this toy is the largest I have ever had inside me and it has been a very long time since I have had anything inside me. He pushed harder and the toy invades me. I am cumming and moaning, fucking back into the toy. His voice is encouraging me and his hands are gripping handfuls of my ass and squeezing it as I orgasm. I cum several times and feel my body growing languid as my pleasure envelopes me.

Shuddering, my hips moving of their own volition, I start begging, pleading for him to fuck my pussy. He responds with a no which I instinctively obey, holding back my orgasms and biting the pillow as I struggle not the cry out. His fingertips is gently teasing my clit and the vibrations in my ass are so intense I want to scream with the release he is denying me.

He removes the toy, denying me the last orgasm. He turns me over and my hands are pulling eagerly at him. Guiding him inside my pussy, I am unable to hold back and my orgasm rages out of me. Soaking him in my hot juices he growls in my ear again and calls me his greedy little bitch. I cling to my Wulfie as orgasm after orgasm rips through me. He is pumping hard inside me and I am moaning and telling him I am his greedy slutty bitch whore. He is groaning with me now and as he cums he states simply.. "Mine"

We are bound in our passion and my teeth graze his shoulder as my last orgasm escapes to mingle with his.

Gasping in our combined pleasure we hold each other tight and feel the energy flowing between us.

Thank you Wulfie for spoiling me rotten!

News

Ok my blog has slowed down considerably and it isn't from a lack of playing. There are several factors that have affected my ability to share the events of my life lately. After much internal debate with myself on how to proceed I have decided to share some of what is going on here.

I have had an extremely difficult two years. My father died, leaving me with half an estate I never wanted and so many unresolved issues that I have been overwhelmed. He was very young (only 58) and he basically drank himself to death. Sad man, he died alone in a puddle of his own vomit and excrement. I am sorry that his ending was so pathetic and that there was absolutely nothing I could have done to help him. I had already done enough.

I am incest survivor and this man had not been part of my life for a decade. I find myself suddenly not having to protect myself all the time. Suddenly I don't have to hide, I don't have to fight everyday to keep myself and my children safe. This has had a huge impact and it seems almost that my driving force has been taken away from me.

I have also been suffering from depression and anxiety that is so severe that I have been heavily medicated for much of the last 6 months. I have been on leave from work since August. I have seen various counsellors and doctors trying to get my head sorted out.

I have determined that these drugs sap my creativity and that is something I simply can not allow any longer. Who am I if I have no art to surround me? I stopped taking all medication 3 weeks ago. I am back to being and insomniac and having wild mood swings, the pain, internal and external has returned.

During this quest to redefine my life and find a new direction I have discovered that it is extremely likely that I have fibromyalgia. I have finally admitted to myself and my doctor that the pain I experience on a daily basis is not caused by any sort of mental defect and it is indeed my body telling me that something is actually wrong. There is no definitive test for fibromyalgia, so I will likely never have a fully confirmed case, but at least they can stop freaking me out with lupus tests every 6 months.

I start a new medication tonight that is supposed to be effective in treating fibromyalgia, if it steals away my creative voice again then I will stop taking it. My purest pleasure is creating, I refuse to loose it.

It seems when I read this that I am simply providing more excuses as to why I don't blog. It is possible that as I sit here, typing with my aching hands, that I am simply a hypochondriac and that this is all in my head.

I don't think so.

I refuse to let this get me down. I refuse to allow it to control me. I adamantly refuse to give up my quality of life.

This too shall pass.

Blood

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I know some of my readers may get squeamish at the sight of blood so this is advance warning that this blog post contains graphic photos of cutting and bleeding!


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The following photos are from my cutting scene the other night, the host was gracious enough to send them to me.

Thank you, to everyone who participated in this scene, it was the first time and I fell in love with cutting so it is likely to not be the last time.

My shoulder is healing nicely, the lines are distinct and there is zero redness or sign of infection. I expect to be fully healed in the next week.

I am blessed with the ability to heal fast! Even though I have deliberately irritated it to ensure scarring it is already very obvious that I be recovered completely within a week.

My entire body is sore and aching today from the scenes on Saturday, I spent a good amount of the night completely tensed up and today I feel it in my arms, legs, back and butt.

Ok Photos... ready? Those of you who are scared covered your eyes?

Good!

The blood trickled and pooled, I coagulated quickly and we had to scrub at it later to make it bleed more.

"You will feel me cutting the skin in a swirl now."

Pretty picture! This is now framed art on my wall!

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Amazing night.

Oh My Stars

I used to have a dom who said "Oh my stars" instead of "Oh my God" it was rather endearing. For some reason that just popped into my head, this is completely unrelated. but Valinor if you are reading maybe I made you chuckle your great laugh, or at least smile!

So stars.

The evening started off as many play parties do. Me, smoking hot in a great outfit. Hair and makeup done beautifully. My lover on one side a cherished playmate on the other. Mingling among the guests and greeting the host and hostess. I had made plans to top later but other than that my night was fairly open.

Normal so far.

The host informed me that he had the evening free and was available for play. A scene popped into my mind.

Now I have been slowly over the last year been popping my own "cherries" by doing things that I consider to be edge play. Others I am sure would think my play is rather tame in comparison but you must keep in mind that up until very recently my hard limits have included... Nothing that breaks skin, no permanent marks, no blood play, no needles and no knives.

I have had broken skin many times although it was always accidental. I have had myself branded three times now with temporary brands, and they have not completely faded. I have had a hypodermic needle inserted in the skin of my arm. I have had a few knife scenes.

I spoke to the host in an excited tone and told him what I had hoped to do but that I had no stencil. He was quick to allow me to surf the net and find it.

I made a few quick modifications, traced it onto tracing paper carefully, and took a deep breath.

He smiled when he saw how intricate the design was. We discussed placement.

I stripped off my bra and dress. Commenting how I was breaking a hard limit and if I chickened out not to be surprised. He just smiled and nodded.

Hopped up on the table in front of a crowded room. He placed the stencil on my chest. We made certain it was positioned correctly, he pressed it into my skin so it would transfer. He grabbed a felt and connected the dots as the transfer wasn't the greatest. I examined it in a mirror and gave my ok. He unwrapped a disposable scalpel and poised it just above my skin.

"Now you will feel the edge of the blade against your skin" I whimpered at the first touch of cold steel.

"And the first cut" I gasped and held my breath as the sharp steel pressed into my skin. Oh sweet glorious pain blossoming! My entire body came alive in that blissful moment. Sparkles start in the edge of my vision and the endorphins start flowing.

The scent and taste of blood flood into my nostrils and mouth. Intoxicated at this first splash, the urge to scoop the drizzle of blood into my mouth is nearly overpowering me. I imagine my tongue coated thick with it and feel faint, a buzzing in my ears.

He continues to talk as he cuts, a line here, a swirl there. I am gasping, whimpering and moaning. Humping at air and giggling. Arousal is flooding over and around me. My scent is driving me nearly insane with primal lust.

I ask for a break about a third of the way through and he obliges. I am offered water and decline. Preferring to lay there, squirming in delight and squeezing my legs tight. Oh how I long to suck at the cuts he has made. My sex is swollen and soaked with my juices. I feel myself near orgasm and ask him to continue.

His next cut has me cumming and laughing. I can't speak anymore. I am murmuring and floating. I know there are people around me, I have no idea what is going on anymore. My eyelids are fluttering and eyes are rolling. My hips move of their own accord and I am loathe to hold still. My nipples are erect and I am gripping a hand tightly.

Pain is my lover and I embrace Her wholeheartedly. Her sweet voice is causing me to writhe slightly under the cutters hands. Sweet tendrils of agony as he carves my skin into the design I created. Bright red blood is dripping down my shoulder, smearing into the white hot swirls of pain. My Goddess is with me.

He comments that he only has a few more lines causing me to beg... "Go slow, please."

I hear laughter around me, and I am reminded there are people watching. His last cuts are much slower, languid even, I am orgasming in the blissful, bright, sting of the last swirl.

Now he is spraying alcohol into the lacerations and blotting with a paper towel. I am moaning and giggling at the bittersweet tingling of salt in a wound. I am near orgasm again and as he seizes the paper towel and begins rubbing vigorously, scrubbing at the fresh cuts I cum a third time.

There is blood everywhere and they are taking photos. He holds up a paper towel with a near perfect smear of my blood in a beautiful mural. Delight as he suggests I frame it and I immediately agree! He sets it aside and tells me it is time for a few touch ups.

I shudder and take a deep breath. His blade descends in his final strokes. Red wings beat in time with my fluttering heart..

It is over.

I lay there, drifting, mindless.. momentarily stunned.

A mirror is held up so I can see the art he has painstakingly carved into my chest. I smile, ecstasy is making the world very golden, with bright red blood splatters.

This is a photo of my shoulder this morning.

It bled all through the night, all over my sheets and pillowcase. Good thing I know how to get bloodstains out.

I will be framing the paper towel and putting it near the front door of my house. It is a nice compliment to the BDSM KINK flag that I have not so discreetly placed there.

I want more now.

Craving blood.. yum..

The Bathhouse

I enter the steam filled room and allow my robe to be untied and slipped off my shoulders. It is hot and as I stand there acclimatizing to the humidity and the dim lighting my hair is coiled gently at the nape of my neck and pinned in place.

Tendrils of steam entice me further into the room and I can hear the gentle sounds of running water. My body is glistening with moisture as the water condenses and forms droplets on my sensitive skin. Licking my lips and immediately there is an ice cold bottle of water in my hands. I sip gratefully at the refreshment, icy trickles down the inside of my throat to rest in my belly.

I am guided further in and there is a woman waiting with a pile of cloths and two containers. One contains white crystals and the other is full of clear water. She invites me to stand in front of her with my feet shoulder width apart, miming how she wants me to stand. I have the feeling we share no spoken language, but body language and gestures are universal, I know what I am to do.

She grabs a cloth and scoops up a handful of crystals, holding them in her cupped hand she drops some into the rough cloth and rubs it into my glistening skin. The abrasive crystal are rough and she is through. Her hands are sure and as she feels me relax into the rough caress of the salt scraping she slows and rubs in tiny circles.

She adds more salt as the first batch has rubbed away and she rubs all over my shoulders and down my arms, scrubbing my wrists and hands. I am tingling and feel so clean. She continues scratching at me with the abrasive, down my back now.

She pauses to add more crystal to her cloth and then rubs over my buttocks and between them into my deep cleft. I nearly cry out as she rubs my sex, but her touch remains impersonal and I must surrender myself to relaxation instead of allowing it to become a sexual event.

My vulva is tingling at the manipulation and I nearly cry when she moves on. Down my legs as she picks up each foot and scrubs the sole.

She turns me then and scooping up more salts she scrubs over my collar bone and down my chest. Rubbing my breasts and nipples with the coarse salt. She swirls the salts over my belly and then rubs over my mound to the tops of my thighs.

She drops the cloth as she has completed the scrubbing and picks up the ewer of clear water.

She drizzles the cool water slowly over me and I sigh in delight at the sweet trickles washing over my lightly abraded skin.

Amazing how the cool water serves to only intensify my arousal.

She tsks at me and points to a door in the distance.

I leave her and walk into a steam filled room. There are other bodies here, reclining on wooden benches. Everyone is fully naked and there is an elderly man dumping water onto the hot rocks in the center of the room, billows of steam cascade and tumble away from him. He gestures to an empty bench and I cross to it. Lowering myself to the wet, warm wood and then reclining.

The steam encloses around me and I am wrapped in the smothering heat. soon it is to much for me and I get up. The man pointing to another exit.

The next room is taken up with a large stone pool. There is no one there, so I walk down the stone steps into the cold water. It is refreshing and I linger only for a few moments before crossing the pool and exiting through the last door.

I am back at the beginning and there are lockers where my belongings wait for me.

I sigh and dry off with a soft fluffy towel, dressing and returning to the outside world.  Calm relaxation my new state of mind.

Anniversary

This time of year will always be special to me. My birthday, and several cherished family members birthdays. My ex husband and I were married in October, it was a pretty ceremony and full of the love we had for each other at the time.

More importantly it marks the anniversary of telling my three teenagers that I am bi-sexual. I cried when they accepted me so openly and told me they loved me and that they had kind of guessed as much. I wept tears of joy and relief at finally being able to admit to them, and then the world who I am. They each held me until we ended up in a huge group hug. Wiggling and giggling at each other while they kissed and hugged and tickled my tears away.

Soon after I advised them that a good friend of mine was indeed my girlfriend. They had guessed as much as well.

I am so grateful everyday for my gorgeous kids and their capacity to love. Thank you goes out to them everyday for being the amazing people that they are.

No shame, no embarrassment, no judgements, no name-calling, no harsh phobias.

Love, joy, acceptance and understanding.

Who could possibly want for anything more?

Bruises

I play hard.

I Top pain loving and sensation loving bottoms who will play hours with me and I love every minute of it.

I bottom to some very sadistic Tops who wield pain like a mighty sword and carve my flesh into beautiful murals that are reflective of the intensity I like to play.

A photograph of the bruises from play that is 48 hours in the past is able to illustrate my masochistic nature.

So an explanation of the photo is somewhat important I think. I wouldn't want to leave to much to imagination! HAH!

The photo was taken by my Wulfie (thank you darling, you are always so accommodating!) I would like to point out that not all the bruises are yet visible as they are so deep they haven't all surfaced yet.

So to point out first the bruise on the top of my right buttock (along my hip etc) this bruise is from a flogger beating against my ass repeatedly. There is another bruise that is slowly forming on the other side in approximately the same spot.

The person who was flogging me for those bruises, tends to strike in an overhand motion thus striking the top of my butt and across my hip. The night of the scene my right side swelled quite large and was a shadowed purple, the bruise did not start surfacing until this morning.

The bruise that is directly in the centre of my left butt cheek is from my rubber flogger. I had just purchased it and was showing it off. There was a group of about four people sitting conversing while I showed it off. One of them was a very large black man. He handled the flogger lovingly and told me how nice it was.

Me being the girl I am asked him if he would do the honors as I had not yet had the delight of feeling it strike me.

He was happy to oblige.

I lined up at the rack again and he started gently striking the pre-reddened curve of my ass. This was my third scene of the night now and I was keyed up so very high I thought I might just touch the ceiling!

He asked how it felt and I moaned rubbed hips against the rack and saying it felt really good.

Then I called him on.

I have a good habit of asking for what I want and when I told him to hit me about four times harder with it he was more that willing to test it. His laughter was music to my ears.

He lined up and asked if I was ready. "YES"

The strike was hard and I rocked into the rack moaning and screaming at the same time. Delicious pain obliterating the world around me in a bright red blur.

He struck me again, again, and again. I was babbling a bit and whimpering. Then he really let loose.

I ran away from him and the rack and he looked amused as I danced around the room and wiggled and shook my body all over. The intensity was so high I thought I might die in pure painful bliss.

I came back to the rack and he joked that he could see why they tied me down.

I laughed back and told him, I might run away for a second to absorb the pain but I ALWAYS come back for more.

His laughter was low as he asked if I would like some more. I told him yes one more. Gasping as I braced myself.

He swatted at me lightly and I peeled laughter merrily. Oh I adore people who PLAY! We bantered back and forth joking about how he gave me one more.

I stomped my feet in mock frustration and called out loudly so the entire party could hear me. "Oh PLEASE PLEASE ONE MORE!"

He gave me one last stroke and I gasped and crouched low holding myself tight in the reverberations of the last strike and the pain it blessed me with.

Oh right I was explaining bruises (oops I lost myself there for a moment).

The remainder of the smaller bruises are from various impact implements ranging from fists, hands, paddles, canes, and straps.

Needless to say the evening was eventful... as usual!

Rope

For almost two years now I have not willing submitted to any scenes involving rope. I am rather impatient person, after all. Having to stay still while a rope enthusiast tied me up was just something I wasn't interested in at all.

When a man who is known in the community for his amazing rope work approached me to negotiate a scene I admit I hesitated.

I didn't wait to long though. I selected the rack to be tied to and left the rest to him. We have played before and I knew I could trust him to bind me and beat me to the exquisite golden glow of sub space.

I crossed the room to stand in front of the rack. I am dressed in purple fishnets, a waist cincher, black lace panties and a black fishnet dress. Black satin gloves encase my hands to my mid forearm.

Two more people I know and trust jumped into the scene as well, "warming me up" they declared while he worked on tying me.

My wrists and ankles cuffed, as they put clothespins on my tits and then swatted them off with a cane and a nasty piece of neoprene shaped into a thin strap.

I am now facing the rack and they are swatting my ass alternately with strap and cane. I am screaming at them in wild obscenities. They continue taunting me and telling me that swearing and name calling is not a safeword. I laugh and toss my hair at them dramatically.

There is no sense of decorum and no dignity in this scene! I am completely at their mercy and I am now struggling wildly against my bonds. Tied by wrists and ankles in a spread eagled position. All the defense I have is to twist and plunge my body back and forth on the equipment.

Not effective.

Especially once the rope master realized I required more rope to be securely bound. He tied me into a chest harness while my tormentors slipped under the rack and tortured my tits.

I was screaming with laughter by now and the sadistic giggles were erupting from my friends as the rope slipped between my thighs and I found myself humping and grinding into the binds.

One grabbed a vibrator and started rubbing it all over my labia and all over that damned rope. I squirmed and gasped and moaned.

Now they ramped up the pain. Beating me mercilessly with floggers and canes and crops. The harness was now fixed to the rack. I thrash against it and the knowledge I am truly helpless overcomes me. I struggle harder feeling the ropes biting into my tender flesh.

DELICIOUS!

I was gasping and giggling and cumming all over that blessed rope. Moaning and flying way off into sub-space.

Amazing, gasping and groaning. The man bearing rope has now taken over the scene and is hitting me with heavy strokes from his flogger.

Cumming and feeling my juices soak my panties and drip down my thighs.

The scene continues for some while. The pain and pleasure rushing over and through me in intense fiery waves. His hands tangle in my hair and I press back into him. He is giving me exactly what I want, more and more pain, pushing me ever higher.

I am gasping for air now. Breathless and hot. He senses that I have reached a limit. Stopping to check on me. I am at the edge of my endurance for bondage and express this to him.

Quickly he has released me and turned me so I am in his arms. He holds me tight as I gasp in air and relax in his embrace.

Our scene is over, he leads me to a sofa and I sit there, trembling and recovering. Minorly senseless and majorly ramped up I cast around for the pain slut I have brought with me.

Spotting him I tell my rope loving friend I need to ask him to tie a bottom up for me. He agrees and off he goes to re prep the scene space while I drink water and recover. I am floating back down and my sadistic side is coming to the surface.

I eye up the man in the collar.

He is next...

To be continued...

The Bite

My hard limits include needles and piercings. I am minorly afraid of needles having had multiple IV's and blood drawing encounters go horribly awry. I generally don't like any type of play that breaks through the barrier of my skin.

You can imagine my own surprise when I asked a favorite playmate to poke me with a  needle. I am sure she was more than a bit surprised, as at the last piercing party I attended I had to walk away, I simply became to scared.

The day of our play date arrived and I was slightly anxious, but also determined.

She looked at me from across the room and asked if I still wanted to go through with it. My jitters stopped cold and I froze.

"Yes."

"Would you like to see it?"

"Yes."

"Where would you like to have it?"

"Where would you suggest?"

"Do you want mildly sensitive or highly sensitive?"

"Can we go for mid-range."

Her response is a nod and a smile. She remains seated for a moment longer before rising and collecting gloves a needle and alcohol wipes. She pulls a chair up beside me.

"Put your arm in my lap."

I obey and she turns it so it is palm up. Tender white skin and pale blue veins in my wrist exposed. My hand is relaxed and open. I am breathing very shallowly.

Fear is fluttering at me with delicate wings.

She rubs the skin of my forearm with alcohol wipes. The spot chosen is midway between my elbow and wrist. My smooth skin is grasped gently between her thumb and forefinger.

The needle is poised to pierce.

"Take a deep breath in... breathe out slowly."

I obey, long slow breathing, she tells me again and yet again. On the third intake of air my body relaxes slightly, I release the air and she slides the needle through the skin of my arm.

Swirl.

I am cast into subspace immediately. I am looking at my arm resting in her lap. Slowly clenching and unclenching my fingers. I touch the pierced skin with my fingertips. The sensation in my arm is only a slight burn, not painful just very strange.

I look at the foreign object in my skin and my mind is completely blown away by it. She discusses with me how the needle is resting under my skin. Grabbing the ends she lifts away from my body and I can see the skin trapped by the hypodermic.

Tilt.

She twists the needle around as if it is the hand of a clock, moving the needle under my skin, stretching it and causing my entire arm to burn. She holds it at a turn of slightly more than halfway. I am gasping. She lets the needle go and it springs back. My skin is resilient and the hypodermic snaps back to it's original position.

I notice my arousal at this point, my nipples are hard and aching. My panties are very damp. I admit to myself how highly erotic this is.

There is a small droplet of blood on the pointy end of the needle, so brilliant and stunningly beautiful. My beautiful playmate leans in and kisses my lips, I am eager and return her kiss passionately. She is turning the needle again, this time she goes about seventy percent around.

My entire being reduces to that needle in my arm. I am the burn that radiates out and fills my body with the sweet ecstasy that only a rush of pure endorphins can produce.

The hypodermic is released and I gasp out that I am finished. The needle is swiftly removed.

I sit there panting as if I have just run for miles.

A moist alcohol wipe is placed gently over the two needle holes in my arm, the alcohol slowly resolving into a gentle burn as it cleans the tiny wounds.

I comment how it looks like I have been bitten. My friend laughs and says it is her bite mark. This makes me smile and glow with an inner warmth. I adore being marked and while it is a tiny nick it may be the most intimate imprint I have ever received.

The room slowly comes back into focus and I realize that our audience of two has been there silently observing the entire time. I had forgotten they were there.

We discuss other places for needle play and which places are highly sensitive and which places are to be avoided. Different types of gauges and different styles and methods are also discussed.

I am languishing now in the burn of the alcohol as she tenderly attends to the small wounds.

I know next time I will have her 'bite' in more stimulating spots.

This is a true testament to how much I  trust this person. Needles remain a hard limit with everyone except her.

Night

The smell of damp grass is surrounding me. The humidity is tangible in the cool night air. Slapping me with its cold clammy fingers across tear stained cheeks.

Sadness overcomes me and I cry some more. Tears dripping off my chin into the moist earth. The ground soaking up the wet drops. If only it would absorb the pain.

Sight smeared in grief. The night a stark invading blackness that overwhelms.

The problem with allowing yourself to be vulnerable to another person is that inevitably they will hurt you. It is impossible to avoid.

What do you do then?
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry device on the Bell network.
Envoyé sans fil par mon terminal mobile BlackBerry sur le réseau de Bell.

Summer's End

I am unable to bottom as much as I would like during summer months due to the visibility of marks in the skimpier summer clothing. Instead I take workshops and spend a lot of time enjoying company and going for walks in nature.

I took an impact workshop last night. A favorite playmate of mine was the stunt bottom and I sat in the audience and watched as the very experienced Top demonstrated different toys, their uses and the effectiveness of each type of strike. He spent a lot of time discussing safety and the best places to strike as well as the most erotic.

It was very interesting to watch them playing and even more interesting to feel how aroused I became watching them. At one point my arousal became so intense I nearly orgasmed from watching. How invigorating!

Having been on both ends of the implements that were being used I have a special affinity towards impact play. I have played with both the bottom and the Top and watching them play together was incredible.

The bottom spent a lot of time vocalizing to the crowd what was happening for her and how she was processing it. She is great at conveying her feelings during a scene, having the rare talent to be able to fly without loosing lucidity.

Afterwards she also did a fisting demo and I helped out by assisting her with her breathing and helping her stay calm. She is so beautiful and sexy, I was very excited by her responses.

Talking with the Top who conducted the workshop afterwards I agreed to be the stunt bottom for his cell popping demo at the end of the month. It is time to have my totem scribed into my back again as it has faded. The first time was in a quiet back room and there was no one watching. This time will be a public demo.

I am excited for autumn to begin!

Goddess's Unite

I have read this morning of a discrimination charge. You can read about it here.

To my disgust they have defended the employees action stating that it was a lack of knowledge. Really? Then the training program is at fault and they should reeducate every single one of their employees!

I would like to see this woman compensated for this.

I remember breast feeding all 3 of my children, it was a beautiful experience and 13 years ago (when I last nursed a baby) mothers were still being discriminated against.

I remember being in a restaurant that my husband and I frequented, I was always discrete and would put a blanket over my shoulder.

I had the restaurant manager come to my table and advise me that a special seat had been arranged for me where I could more comfortably feed my baby. I followed him as he led me to the ladies room and pointed to an inadequate chair (it had high arms) that had been placed next to the hand dryer. I was appalled and protested, but was informed that I was not allowed to feed my child in the main portion of the restaurant and if I persisted he would ask me to leave.

I did leave and took my entire family with me and never went back. I made sure I told the story to anyone I possibly could even spending several days out front of their restaurant with my child in my arms telling anyone who walked towards the doors not to attempt to feed their baby inside because they would be directed to the bathroom or to the exit.

The memory of discrimination will never leave me. There were other times and other places where feeding my babies made me feel like a criminal. Eventually I just started asking people do you like to eat? Do you want to sit here and deny the right of my child to eat? Usually they would go away or give me a strange look like the thought hadn't crossed their mind! I had some tell me that I must give my child a bottle when in public. I would give them an angry look and say, I have the perfect containers for my babies milk, in the perfect quantity and perfect temperature. BACK OFF!

There were a lot of supportive people as well, mostly other breastfeeding moms who were going through the same thing. We all may have done things a bit different but we all agreed breast was best.

I am shocked and rather dismayed that in today's world there is a single bit of this type of discrimination going on. It is one of those moments when I am grateful for the internet and the fact we can gather information like this.

Goddess's unite! Our great-grandmothers didn't burn their bras and march on parliament so we could sit here and quietly take it as others steamroll over our rights. We are better than that, and dammit we better stand up and shout continuously and in a long strong voice together. We will not tolerate this behavior.

I would like to see people carry whistles. And when a person is being discriminated against, they should blow the whistle, long and loud, so everyone around them can hear it. Everyone should all start blowing their whistles and on and on until everyone is blowing their whistles and pointing and staring at the offending person.

Then all stop and in the silence after the whistle, have one person quietly read Section 15 (1) of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. and Section 28 of the Charter. The offending person is now properly educated and must issue an apology immediately. The offending person would then be permitted to continue their day and hopefully never transgress again.

In my world there is no gender, no colour, no creed and religion. We are all human and all lovable, we all have the same rights and freedoms.

Just For Kicks

Jimmy Alamo is a fearless penguin hunter. Chasing down penguins with the greatest of ease, he thrusts at them with his telephone pole and makes them do his bidding. His bidding involves making sno-cones turn to melty pots of sticky gooey sweetness that drip and drizzle and overflow their cups.

Jimmy Alamo is my friend and we hunt penguins together. His telephone pole method is tried true and the effectiveness of it is without fault. The penguins are plentiful and surprisingly willing to do as he demands they must. Our sno-cones are some of the drippiest, gushiest in the land.

I am a Jimmy Alamo fan, I cheer him on and beg for his seal of approval. You could safely say I worship his telephone pole and it's winsome ways. He grants me tokens of his approval as he sees fit, and I am ever grateful.

Jimmy Alamo, is my hero!

The Homerun

I unzipped my bag and began laying out implements of torment.

He was standing and watching me as I unloaded item after item to lay on the floor beside him. His eyes were bright and eager, a curious look on several tools but he did not say no to even one of them.

I am thrilled of course.

We discuss his physical limitations and the only one he tells me of is his tendency to have his knees buckle after awhile. He is feeling strong otherwise.

I begin with a spanking. I spank hard and I know it, so I started off as light as I could and worked up to a good firm and fast slapping. His bum turned a nice bright red and I proceeded to slap his shoulders and his thighs. Warming him up and getting the blood flowing so that my strikes can be so much harder. I also know there is less of a tendency to leave long lasting marks on flesh that has been properly warmed.

I want to hurt him.

I pick up a small thin paddle first and begin slapping his bum and thighs and back, moving around and around him as I beat on nipples and the fronts and sides of his thighs. Paying special attention to his inner thighs. I know how wonderful it is to have pain zinging through those tender spots.

I am giggling and starting to dance as I next pick up my small flogger. This one has a slight sting to it and it work it over his bum in a sweeping side to side motion. Then attack his shoulders with it as well. The side to side sweeping motion gets the most reaction out of him and I increase the intensity by throwing all my body weight behind it. Harder and harder, he is crying out loudly and yelling.

I drop the flogger back and pick up my thin crop. This one stings and has a good bite to it. I run it over his bum and tease him with it, checking to see if his arms are tired, running my hands over his arms and legs. He feels strong and steady still. Mmmm and his body responds so nicely under my touch.

I move back to striking distance and commences the delicate procedure of whipping him with my crop. He is wailing rather loudly and I am grinning in delight as I whip his ass, then switch to his thighs. Moving around to the front I whip his nipples and tease along his ribcage with the tip.

His clear gaze is glittering as though he is burning up from the inside out. I am very pleased with his behavior so far. I reward him by stepping close and rubbing my body against his. He kisses me and I smile at how tender and submissive he is.

Sexy man.

I pull away and circle back around to beat on his butt some more. My crop strikes drawing yells from him. I do not hush him, this scene is all about limits, finding them and edging around them. He is not tied and he is not gagged.

I strip my skirt and shirt off as I am getting way to hot. Standing in just my bra and panties I survey him and the tools I have selected. My scene is officially warmed up.

I grab the bag of clothespins and sit on the floor in front of him, applying the wooden clamps to his nipples in a line of four, clamping first the outside area and lastly the tender nipple. I clip them to the inside of his thighs so he can not close them and then I start clipping them the the underside of his cock and along his ball seam.

I am giggling again as I tug on some of them and rise to my feet before him. He is moaning and looking spacey. I step behind him and pick up my heavy flogger. The strikes from this flogger are very firm and thuddy, I make no mistakes in hitting him in swift sure strokes. Bum and back in strong steady movements. Harder than ever I strike at him feeling the drag of the flogger as the falls first slam into his skin and then sweep across it. Smooth skin is met by a roughish suede flogger that almost scrapes as the falls slide.

He is yelling again and incoherent words seem mixed in with the shouts. I drop the flogger and cross around in front of him, his eyes following my every move. I slide a hand down his back and bum as I press close to his side. Tugging gently and flicking at the clothespins. I am under the impression he doesn't wear them often by his gasps and the startled expression in his eyes.

I pick up my quirt and begin lashing him with it, bright red strips appearing and standing out from the solid red that is covering his bum. The quirt is one of my favorite toys with its long whippy fall. Flicking it at him as I circle around and strike at his thighs and gently on his belly. The clips are on the way of his nipples so I focus on his thighs and get wider and wider in my lashing. He suddenly calls out in a big string "OWthathitmycock." I merely smile and continue with the lashing. He had commented earlier on another persons scene about the fact she was talking in sentences that had no spaces between words, to which I had replied, I bet I can make you do that! Win. I set my crop aside/

I pull off the first pin I put on and his gasp is pure music to me. I begin pulling them off randomly. Tugging on some for a minute before yanking them off hard. Others I pinch and slowly release. They are all off of his thighs now and I grin up at him as he gives me a dazed floaty look. I grab the row of pegs on his left nipple and without any further ceremony yank the entire row off in a hard pull. His head flys back and his body arches. He is yelling and moaning. I am laughing at his predicament. I know he wants more! I grab the other row and yank pulling all but the one on his nipple off (accidentally it didn't come off) I laugh and poke the clip. Asking him if he would like me to take it off. He gives me a confused look. I love that look in a painsluts eyes. the one that says, "OH pleeease hurt me, it feels so GOOD" such a conflicting emotion to crave the pain.

"Yes Mistress" Is his response and I laugh my evil chuckle. Poking it again and saying I will leave it on, "Just because you asked me to take it off." He groans and I start pulling the clamps off his cock and balls. He is squirming and wiggling. I pull one clip off his penis and his comment is "Oooo might want to check that one for skin!" I laugh and pull the rest off, paying close attention to his reactions. He has very much enjoyed this portion of play.

The clothespins are all removed and I pinch and squeeze his nipples, rubbing where clips were on his cock and balls. He is doing the dance now and the noises are quite comical. Eeks and acks and little squeals.

I step close and instruct him to kiss my cleavage while my fingernails dig into his bum, squeezing and gripping his ass as he whimpers and kisses me with his soft lips. MMM delicious.

His knees are beginning to quiver so I grab a bench and have him kneel on it. His bum is now an even more perfect target as he is bent over, I spank him hard with my bare hands which makes him kneel up and shout out.

I pull away and pick up my cane, attacking his ass and thighs, he is giving short shouts as I strike him and I walk in front of him and use the cane to beat on his nipples. I love beating flesh that has been recently clamped as the blood flow makes everything hyper sensitive. My taps to his nipples are impossible for him to ignore. I pause long enough to grip his nipples in my fingers, clamping them in a vice like grip and twisting. I reach behind him and spank him again and again with my bare hand. Commenting on how my hands elicit more of a response than the cane does. Laughing and circling back around to strike at him again with my cane.

I use my flogger on him again briefly, reversing it in my hand and striking at him with the leather encase handle. It makes and effective bat and I know I can leave nasty bruises if I work hard on it.

I am mindful now of how long we have been playing (well over an hour and half) I know I need to bring him to the pinnacle, push him over and then float him back down.

I pick up "The Attention Getter" this is a thin metal cable encased in plastic sheathing much like what people use for locking up bikes. I walk over and tap him lightly with it, I am very careful with this toy as it is extremely intense. Slowly I increase the strength behind the blows until he is yelling as loud as I have ever heard.

He comments on how it feels like it is splitting his skin open. I tell him that it is the most intense toy I have and that I only know one other person that can take it's blows. I have him kneel up and I strike his nipples and his thighs with it. This toy is one of my favorites but it requires a lot of attention and a very discerning touch.

I set the toy down after giving him a brief snuggle and allowing him to nuzzle in my cleavage. He is getting deeper into sub space and he seems very pliable.

I pick up my bat.

I can not help but allow a maniacal giggle to escape me as I take a swing at his butt. That gets him going, he nearly falls off the bench as I reach out to steady the teetering platform. He apologizes and I laugh and tell him I am going for a homerun.

I use a two handed grip and swing into him while I laugh and sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame"

WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP

My bat is the pivot point to the scene and he is literally falling over as each blow strikes him and the impact drives him forward.

I grab a coarse rubber brush with dull ends and rub it over his bum and back slowly. I have him kneel up and rub it over his nipples and his belly. Switching to a rather evil glove I have that has sharp and long plastic tread on the palm. I use it to rub and scratch all over his body. He is groaning and rocking back and forth on the bench. I spank him with this vampire type glove and watch him wiggle and squirm and yell. I am gripping his butt cheek in my gloved hand and squeezing. He is getting woozy and starting to become very fluid.

I remove the glove and put on my claws. They are sharpened steel fingertips claws. This man craves being scratched and he is finally getting what he desires. As I attack his back and butt and growl and roar, telling him I am a tiger! GROWL, SNARL ROAR! He is groaning as I bust out into giggles. Telling him to kneel up, he grasps the rack above his head and I scratch up and down his belly. Pausing I scratch over each nipple slowly, then demand he holds still! I grasp his nipple in my claws and start squeezing. He is shaking his head and his whole body is trembling as I tell him not to move or he will lose a nipple. Then what would I torture? I squeeze his other nipple in my claws and listen to the yowls and whimpers another moment before releasing him.

I remove my claws and pick up the wartenburg wheel. He saw me set it out earlier but he is not expecting it as I approach him from behind.


I zip the wheel down his back and over his sensitive bum. He is whimpering and gasping his eyes and mouth open wide in surprise. I roll the wheel over his back at varying speeds and intensities, working my way to the front and running the wheel over his chest. I tease him and make me beg for it on his nipples. My laughter surrounding us as he whimpers and begs for the wheel on his nipples. I move lower and run the wheel over his pelvis and tease his cock and balls with it. He is gasping and moaning in his delight.

I stop the turning of the wheel and attack him with it dragging the points across him and using them to scratch hard across his skin. Next I alternate, sometimes allowing the wheel to spin freely and others trapping it with my fingers so it will roll and then drag.

I have him lay forward on the bench again and grab my fuzzy mitt rubbing and massaging him gently as I bring him back down. After a few minutes of allowing him to catch his breath I lead him over to a chair and make him sit. I straddle him so he can feel my moist panties against his lap, tangling my fingers in his hair and teasing him before finally kissing the corner of his mouth.

I watch him as I clean up from our scene, before finally taking him upstairs for a drink.

What fun! Definitely need more time for the next round.

Fire Cupping

Fascinating!

Last night I learned how to fire cup. It was really cool, or should I say hot.

The bottom was someone who I have been trying to get the time to play with for some time. He was very willing and eager. As a matter of fact when it was said that there would be fire cupping upstairs and he was asked if he would like to try it his response was quick and affirmative.

He laid out on his stomach and we began.

The technique is rather simple really and it is more about science than one might realize. The object of fire cupping is to use a torch to reduce the amount of oxygen inside a glass by burning it off. The glass automatically tries to fill the oxygen deprived environment by creating a suction.  Applying the glass to a body part causes it to suck the skin and underlying tissue into the glass as it tries to fill the void.

At least that is how I understood it to work.

The trick is to apply the glass to the skin quickly and without allowing the void to fill.

It worked really well on his back and butt. We were able to put a cup right in between his shoulder blades that sucked a huge amount of skin and and flesh up into it.

After the cups were all on we tapped and rapped on them and slid them around on his back, thighs and bum. It was funny listening to his exclamations and they were leaving great round marks that were red and purple. We all giggled and as we pulled the cups off I made sure to poke, prod and scratch at each and every mark.

At last I pulled the one in between his shoulder blades off. It POPPED off after a good firm tug and then I slapped and scratched at the large purple swollen suction mark. It was quite a bit larger than the actual cup and there was a raised halo edge from where the glass was stuck to his skin.

He flipped over and we cupped over his nipples, his belly and his thighs. It was a lesson in finding meaty bits to suck cups onto. We had fun and the cups kept toppling off as we failed to stick them to different places.

Someone wanted to try cupping his genitals and while it failed to work enough to provide the suction force needed to hold it in place, it was enough suction to cause him to moan and groan in appreciation.

Soon we were sliding the cups around and teasing the raised bumps of skin.

It was a fun time and he certainly enjoy the attention of three sexy women sucking cups all over his body.

Now I need my own cups and torch. I will have to work towards perfecting this technique. I am very interested in repeating the experience.

Any volunteers?

Pride 2010

This year marked my first year attending the Pride Vancouver Parade. I had a fabulous time and took a bunch of pictures. I saw a few friends on one of the floats and I waved, hooted, hollered and danced. It was an amazing and joyous experience. Thank you to all participants, it made my day to see the unity and freedom of it all.

Absolutely a worthy cause please check out the site so you can join in the festivities next year!

Vancouver's Pride

Prepping the Scene

There is a lot of work that goes into an actual scene. I am not talking about the random play encounters that I have at parties. Those are usually spontaneous and filled with laughter.

I am talking about private scenes, or scenes in public that have been planned out well in advance.

I have put together scenes where I am in the Top role or where I am in the bottom role.Neither is more challenging than the other, and both require a certain amount of finesse. They are completely different in every other way and anytime you are creating something with participants you have to factor in the "human" element. Realizing of course that mistakes happen, accidents happen, and unpredictable responses happen! In a scene you must always be aware and you must also always be on your toys and ready to improvise.

A scene that I will Top in I do all my research and get the scene ready to go and give the bottom a slight heads up about what will happen. As a Top I cater to what the bottom would like to experience and mix some of my own pleasure into the play. Being in a scene where I am Topping someone generally is meant to fulfill a need, desire or fantasy of the bottom. I am good, it seems, at finding people who's bottom fantasies align with my skills and fantasies as a Top.

A scene that I will bottom in is completely different. I see it partially as a teaching event and usually this type of scene is very well negotiated by myself and the potential Top. I figured out what they want to learn or experience and then make it happen. Sometimes they are very sucessful and other times it is a learning experience for both of us. It is much more difficult than it seems, and I am not sure anyone else does this. It actually feels more than a bit lonely in this role, I don't have to many people to discuss my experiences with.

The common element every scene I create or participate in, is trust. I have to have confidence in the person I am playing with or it fails miserably every single time. It was a good lesson to learn very early in my BDSM life.

While I am always instrumental in how a scene plays out I am not the one who makes all the decisions. My scenes are all about sharing the experience and having fun. Top or bottom, it is really all about having fun and creating a memory that will feed the fire or passion and desire that burns in every one of us.

So here's to your fire, let it burn baby.

Encounters

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Clothespins

I have never really had a love of being pinched. I am loathe to suffer nerve damage so I am always cautious when engaging in this type of play. I have to work with someone who I trust and who is greatly attentive or I simply will not consent.

Recently I gave a lover two bags of clothespins and two smallish clit clips and lay back to have him experiment on me.

It was delightfully excruciating and I daresay I did very well.

He started by teasing my clit until it was swollen and placing the clips on the base. I squirmed and moaned, this was less painful than pleasurable. I found myself getting very wet.

He then started clamping the flesh of my tits into the clothespins. I did not think it would be that bad. I was wrong. The pain was rather dizzying and I was whimpering and whining.

He would have none of my complaints and he quickly had rows of clothespins surrounding my nipples. One Peg on each nipple would be to mild so he used two per nipple.

It was to much and I was to bratty and I started pulling off the ones that hurt the most. Whimpering and whining about them.

This was not a wise idea! Every clip I pulled off ended up on my labia and inner thighs. I was squirming and wiggling and begging him to take them off.

We ended up having all the clips holding my inner lips to my out lips and he placed more clothespins on my clit and around my sopping wet hole. I thought I would simply die.

Bucking and writhing as he pulled each clamp off, I succumbed to the fireworks shooting off in my brain and orgasms that had been building ripped through me.

He is laughing at me and I am blushing. I didn't think just clips would make me fly.

I am happy to be wrong at times!

How I spent my summer vacation

On the first day of my summer vacation (insert girlish giggles) I stuck my fingers in my crotch and made myself see stars!

Ten minutes later my fingers were joined by my toy tongue. It licked me from hood to hole, inside, outside, and every which way (more giggles) some boys were watchin' me now and one was layin' beside me. He was strokin' his penis and that was gettin' quite stiff! I was squirtin' cuz that toy felt good, and blushin' cuz those boys were watchin' me.

I dropped the wiggly tongue (giggle) and grabbed my Osaki, I love the original name of this toy so much it reminds me of "kowabunga" or "geronimo" only instead its what I say when I cum on it. (heehee) Osaki wiggles inside me and has a tongue that licks at my clit wif lil vibrations. OOOO I like Osaki and soon I was giggling and curled up with my feet in the air showin those boys my pussy-cat while I slid that toy in and out and came all over it.

I turned that one off and grabbed my waterproof toy that is the same type of toy but bigger. It slid right in cuz I was alllll juicy (gigglin) slid in and I went squirt SQUIRT! Just like that!

The pretty girl on the other side of the boy layin beside me started bitin and lickin and suckin my nipples. She was cummin too! That boy had slipped between her thighs and was lickin her clit.

That got me off sooo good!

I had to ride the Monkey Rocker. It was just time.

I brought it over and put my drop cloth under it and put the big thick cock on it. I didn't have to lube my kitty cuz she was already so juicy I just got on and started rockin!

OO I couldn' help it I was just cummin' all drippy and wet and squirty all over the place. I really like that toy! I had my lil bear vibe in my hand and he was squished against my lil clitty while I just rocked that dick as deep inside me as I could go!

The boys were still watchin' I kinna was hopin' one would ask to suck on my nipples but they didn't (pouts a bit) I could have asked but I was just to busy cummin'.

Oh! But the pretty girl came over and started pulling my hair and scratching my back. OOO I liked that it made me squirm and giggle more. I was just a messy girl!

After I got off that machine there was a really big puddle under it. (Blush) I guess that was from my juicy pussy. OOPS! Good thing I put that drop cloth down.

I pounced on that pretty girl and stuck my fingers in her pussy. I was on my knees between her legs and fucking her pussy, I got all my fingers inside (giggles) I told her how sexy that was and she started cummin.

And the boys around us started cumming! It was joyous! I was so happy I just giggled more.

I started teasin her, only puttin one finger in and makin her ask for more. Well geez by the time she was done done beggin', I was in her up to my wrist! Oh that was so neato and she really liked it, cummin' all over. Her face got super red and her boobies got all red and ripe! Her nipples stood up and said HIYA! Oh that made me happy! (giggles) I think by the sounds she made that she was happy about it too!

In the middle of it all I heard groanin' and moanin' and one of the cocks was spurtin' hot thick goo! Ohhh that was a happy boy!

There was another girl beside us who was a bit shy, so I asked if I could lick and suck her nipples, she let me too. MMM she was so sexy!

I wandered around, all nude, how I like to be and watched over people fuckin' and playin' there was a big wall made into a movie screen and people were fuckin' and suckin' all over that wall, it made me laugh some more.

At the end all us girls lay down on a bed together and rubbed our pussys and showed everyone else how we do it. We were just havin' silly funny girl time. I adore being surrounded by girls that smell good and are playful!

Oh and I had to give an apology to the hostess so I kissed her bum and told her I was so sorry. She accepted my apologies, and gave me a hug.

I came home and Daddy had cooked dinner for me. I was so hungry I grabbed the food and sat on the kitchen floor, eatin', all tired out and starvin'!

Daddy just pat me on the head and sent me to shower when I was done eatin' I was pretty messy! Such a dirty lil gurl (laugh)

I almost fell in the shower cuz I was sooooo relaxed and happy that my legs were all noodley.

Heehee what a great first day of my summer vacation (huge grins)

Written by the sexy, slutty, lil girl that attended last nights masturbation party.

Fanning The Flames

Desire.

To feel my lovers lips caressing the back of my neck, tongue darting out to taste my skin. Hands sliding down over my tummy and pressing back into their body.

Slip my arms around my lovers neck and inhale their sweet scent, exhaling so my breath is hot against their neck. Ah to touch and kiss that sweet skin. My tongue slips out between my lips and flicks an earlobe. A soft moan of lust uttered like a prayer of homage to sensuality.

Feeling the lightest touch down my spine, along my buttocks and to my thighs. Teasing my skin and causing tingles that glitter, sharp edges of longing rising with in me.

A kiss on the swell of my breast, lips soft, sensual, worshipful. A sigh of pleasure as my hands tangle in hair and urge my lover onward. The kisses in wet trails in the valley of my cleavage, under my breast, along my ribcage. My navel is circled and I rock my hips slightly.

Pushing my lover back, kissing slowly the soles of feet, revering the instruments that brought this one to me. Kissing up ankles, massaging toes and arches, my lips firm, working up the back of the calves. Licking knee pits slowly, languid, tasting sweet skin. Higher up thighs, and licking the curve of the bottom. Each cheek lavished with caresses and kisses. Tongue licking the edges of the cleft, fingers teasing along the crack, tickling lower.

It becomes to much and I am pushed back again, face down, crushed under my lovers weight. Caresses are more insistent, the scent of my ripe sex is flooding the room. Soft moans fill the air, fingers tangle in my hair. A soft bite on my shoulder.

Desire.

On His Lap

I have a very dear friend who I have been playing with for around two years now. He is very gifted at bringing me to dizzying heights when we play.

At the last Surrey Munch I sat for sometime in his lap.

We spoke of many things, he and I.

Of how he will hurt me. He will make music out of the sweet, blissful agony he will cause me to experience. I will stay still enough for it all, no ties need bind me to this end, it is my darkest desire. I will beg and perhaps at times taunt him in order to ask, even demand a higher pinnacle to be reached.

The ways in which he torments me never fail to astonish me. My responses to him are primal.

I will cherish each moment.

I go to him, in need. He knows, and he fulfills it.

Journals

I was cleaning out closets today and found my old journals. They were tucked away in a box and when I cracked them open I was surprised at just how much I had written down.

The journals date back to 2002 and my first steps in the lifestyle with a man I will always love, my first Dominant. We parted ways in 2004 and I will always regret the hurt I caused him. He certainly did not deserve the annoying, bitchy, willful "submissive" that I was. It was very unfair to him and reading my journals and the one comment he ever wrote in them reminds me how I really needed to grow up and actually become an independent woman. What gift could I offer him really? The gift of a little girl trapped and lonely and trying desperately to escape from the hell she found herself in.

No I had no real gift to give him, nothing to offer in return for the care he showered on me. So I took and took, feeling inadequate but somehow justified too. I look at the collar he once placed around my neck with fond memories, I even saved the ribbons and the box from it. The notes he tucked inside, the cards for holidays and birthdays. Endearments that he lavished on me.

My journals from those days are filled with fear and hate. The confident, sexy, independent woman I am today was well hidden. I thought being strong was unattractive and that if I was to strong that no one would ever want me.

The most basic human need is to belong, and so I hid away my strengths and flaunted my weaknesses in hopes of belonging.

I was so very wrong.

I am strong, smart, beautiful, alluring and powerful!

I love who I am inside and out, that frightened little girl inside me has found peace in the stability of knowing I am capable.

It is wonderful to know that I belong. Not so much to another person, which is very good. Or to a community that is supportive and upbeat, which I adore.

The best part is knowing, without any shadow of a doubt, that I belong to me. I carry my sense of well being and of belonging inside of myself.

The little girl has reconciled her past and become a woman. There are so many people to thank for it along the way, but mostly I thank myself.

I never gave up on me. I grabbed out for help when I was desperate and alone and used that help to regroup and regain my sense of self. I never quit trying to become free of the shame and shackles of my past. Now I give back in small ways, hoping to help others. Being trapped is not something I would wish on anyone.

I am free, and I am me.

The journals have been tucked away again, they are a poignant reminder of the struggle I came from and to be careful with myself and with those I love. The man that I wrote of communicates with me occasionally and I know he is well enough. I will never in a million apologies be able to atone for the mountains of grief I piled upon his dear heart. I will always remember the wonderful moments we shared, and cry alone in sadness at the pain I caused.

I can not regret any of it, all of it merely steps on the path I travel. I can not wish any of it was different, only hope the people whose lives I touched, regard me in the same way as I do each of them. A lesson to be studied and learned.

Precious self, keep on your journey, it is after all, not about the destination at all.

Thank you Goddess for being with me and in me through it all.