A Girl and her Master

She thrives on his approval, glows in his praise.
She looks to him for strength and guidance.
Everything is fine if only he has his hand in it.
She trusts him with big things, and small.
She is afraid no more, because he is within her.

He is touched by her devotion, caring.
Notices her moods and senses the slightest shift in spirit.
He is proud, and protective of her.
He cherishes all that she places in his care.
No one will hurt her again. No one has the power to.

She is his. His girl. And he, her Master.



(Inspired by Monday night's goodnight exchange. I said "Goodnight Master", and he replied "Goodnight Girl, you've been good.")

The Cat, the Canary, and Cap'n Silver

It was totally unexpected. I made us a healthy fish dinner, then thought we could afford a yummy dessert so I also made us a peach flaugnarde. By the time dinner was done and we were rolling in bed and chatting and cooling off in the air-con, I didn’t think we’d be doing very much of anything, except maybe a blowjob, perhaps a quick fuck… 

After we'd been looking at a couple of videos on his fone, I wondered aloud if the hooks we used to tie me behind the door would fit the top of the headboard. That might be useful if he ever wanted to tie me to the bed.

You know, I’ve always wanted to be tied up. He’s been thinking about how it can be done too. We’ve tried securing me to myself, wrists to ankles, that sort of thing, but never did get around to securing me to the bed.

So it was with some amusement that I watched him climb out of bed to go get one of the hooks to see if it would fit. As it turns out… it did!

I thought it was just something to take note of for future use, that he would crawl back into bed with me to cuddle and chat. 

I thought wrong. 

grilled fish with vegetables

There are a few things that some boys never get tired of. Magnets, bungee cords, hooks, dust on a dirty window and those well written articles in Playboy and Penthouse. 

I didn’t have any magnets, not like they’d have done anything for us tonight, and I didn’t have any Playboy magazines, but I DID have hooks and bungee cords, and a willing sub who kindly directed my attention to the hooks behind the door. 

I know she was only expecting me to try them out, but as soon as I discovered that the hooks fit the headboard just as well as the door I realized this was an opportunity I didn’t want to pass up.

She lay on her back and lifted her hands for me but that position didn’t allow me access to the areas I wanted. I wanted access to her ass so the instruction  for her to turn and lie on her belly was logical.

Her hands were secured to the hooks with long cloth lines and her legs to the bed by the bungee cords. 

not so pretty flan in the pan - but BIKSS loved it

He’s actually going to play right now? Um… ok. We may as well, since my pussy was already wet! No kidding. My bits had begun to moisten the moment he reached for the stringy thing. 

LOL but I had all my clothes on! Heh. Ah well, he’ll figure it out later I suppose. 

My head was between the pillows, and then I felt a sting on my ass. It was PAINFUL! The man decided that since there were bungee cords aplenty, he’d put one to work on my butt! 

I yelped. And complained. OK, I was merely reminding him that he needed to stick to the fleshy bits cos one or two lashes ended up a little higher than we would have liked. He responded with some frenzied paddle whacks. OUCH. OUCH. OUCH. Well, I’ve been wanting him to up the intensity of my spankings for a little while now. And tonight he granted me my wish. It was painful enough that I was flinching a fair bit, but at the same time getting wetter and wetter. 

Then he said he was going to release my legs. 

And then he removed my underwear. 

And then he reattached the bonds. 

Something was afoot.

better on a plate - and whipped cream never hurt anyone right?

The good thing about Fondles’ little toy storage facility is its proximity to the bed. All I needed to do was reach over and open the drawer. 

Her head turned at the sound of the drawer opening, by which time I’d taken out the Christmas paddle, the icing spatula, Cap’n Silver and the lube. All that was missing was the double dildo, so I asked. 

To get the double dildo I had to get off the bed, leaving Fondles lying there, tied and spreadeagled. 

I got the dildo and got back on the bed, reminded by Fondles that she was still in her panties, something that was easily remedied. 

I released her legs and slipped off the bungee cords so I could slip her panties off, then I slipped the cords back on and tightened then again. That left her, again, with her legs spread apart and her pussy exposed to my view. 

A finger between her legs confirmed that she was ready. The first drop of lube elicited a soft gasp from her. 

Watching her lying there at my mercy , naked while I was still fully dressed, was a rush. Knowing that I could do anything and she, nothing except whine and accept what was happening had me hard throughout. 

what started the whole adventure in the first place

In all honesty, I didn’t see what BIKSS had taken out of the drawer. I only began to have an inkling when he asked about the double dildo. He was polite enough to check that I wasn’t feeling “odd” or not up to having something in my ass, but it was impossible for me to answer him directly when he asked how did I feel there, and if I felt like getting it up the ass! 

I answered truthfully, I’m not sure I ever want to be ass fucked, but no, I’m not feeling out of sorts or anything, so I guess I’m ok with something in there today. That probably got me feeling more submissive than actually being tied down! Having to admit to feeling ok to have something pushed in your ass even though you didn't want to? 

In the end I was MORE than ok. He lubed me up and inserted the double dildo. It took some manipulating but eventually my holes were filled - and then the vibrations began. 

After that I was just a gooey mess. I don’t really remember details, but I thought after he’d pumped me with our toy for a while he’d move on to fuck me in that position. 

Again, I was wrong. Remember how I didn’t see what he had taken out of the drawer? Well, I was more than a little surprised when I heard Cap’n Silver’s whirring just seconds before I felt it! Oh it was good. 

I might have been a little anxious at the beginning, about whether I’d be able to cum in that position, and with someone else controlling the vibe, but after a bit I felt my body just relax and allowed myself to sink into enjoying the moment.  

And it happened. I came. And then I think I blurted, “I’m done, I’m done!” as I tried to escape the vibrations between my legs. 

BIKSS did move the toys away and let me breathe a little bit, but then as he was kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear I heard his voice, and could almost see the raised eyebrow. “You’re done?”

“I just meant that I had already had a cum,” I said by way of apology.

And then I zoned out.

I can see why he likes me bound in this position

Sliding the dildo in, I could see Fondles tensing. She was wet but that didn’t make it any quicker. I had to work the dildo into her pussy slowly. The dildo in her ass came in even slower but eventually it got in and I began to pump slow and deep.

Once the double dildo was in, turned on, and grasped firmly, I started to pump a little harder. I stopped a while to reach for Cap’n Silver. 

I wasn’t sure how the combination would work with me holding ole’ Silver but I was definitely planning on finding out. 

It started slow with gentle pumps of the vibrating dildo in her pussy and ass. That changed when I turned off the vibe in the dildo and turned on Cap’n Silver. 

Applying it directly to her clit I went to work.  Slow thrusting of the dildo combined with direct pressure on her clit with Cap’n Silver. 

Soon her thrashing on the bed started to make it a little difficult to hold on to the dildo and vibe. Being the smart fellow that I am I figured a little spanking was in order. 

No, don’t even start to wonder why I thought that would be a good idea. Anyway, a spanking she got, with the icing spatula. Unfortunately I soon realized that I had “beaten” off more than I could …..oh never mind, it wasn’t the easiest position to be in. So there I was spanking her with one hand and pressing the vibe against her pussy with the other when I had an even better idea: 

I’d just concentrate on the dildo and vibe - probably the smartest thing I’d done all night. 

I soon had her pushing her body down onto the mattress and clenching her butt cheeks. I’d seen those actions before and was hoping I’d see her cum. Soon enough, she did. 

Hard. 

She hollered, “I’m done! I’m done!” which led to me removing ole’ Silver and the dildo from her fuck holes. 

As she lay on the bed, spent and recovering, I got off the bed and started to clear up.

I crawled up to where her head lay between the pillows and whispered, “ I’m going to release you now.” A nod was all I got in response. 

Strangely, the act of clearing up, while Fondles lay naked and exposed on the bed, gave me a strong feeling of control.  The fact she’d had an orgasm with me holding the vibe had me grinning like the cat that got into the cannery before the fish got canned and the tins got sealed. Yeah, I know it’s actually “grinning like the cat that got the canary.”  ;-)

I liked it and I’m sure there’ll be other scenes like this.  

What BIKSS looked like AFTER

In other news, we discovered and discussed a few things:

1) I like being manhandled. (I already knew this.)

2) I like having my pussy lips held/spread open (*blush* This I didn't know. BIKSS discovered it.)

3) Having my nose pinched while I'm giving him a blowjob doesn't do anything for me. Nor, therefore, for him.

4) I CAN cum in a different position than I'm used to. And with someone else holding the vibe.

5) We will be exploring in more detail how I like the vibe used on me by showing and explaining what's going on to him when I'm commandeering it, and letting him have more feedback when he's holding it against me.  Initially I felt really bad, like I would be "directing" and telling him what to do, which is kinda insulting (in my head) but BIKSS was really good at reassuring me that it would be perfectly fine and we SHOULD be teaching him how I like being stimulated. To make me feel better, he said, "Master's commanding you to give me directions and tell me what to do."

In that case...

Dear Diary - Thursday

BIKSS woke me early on Thursday. When I went back into the room after brushing my teeth I saw a present on my pillows. It was a paddle!

Or was it?

Apparently he got it at the marketplace while on his last work trip. It's a traditional rice-stirrer. (I'll add pics to the side of this post as I go along.)

original

Anyway we cuddled a bit and he played with me, tweaking my nipples, kissing me all over! He swatted my behind a few times with the new toy- I decided to call it our Christmas paddle! As I was yabber-jabbering on, I might have gotten carried away and said something that might have been over the line, so he smacked my bum once and said "Don't be rude."

varnished

I think that's what I miss most of all. Having my boundaries defined!

Then he had his way with my girly bits till I was practically dripping on the sheets. Thats when he moved my head between his legs to have me suck on his cock! It was so big and hard, more turgid than usual. Perhaps Roger's more "awake" in the mornings!

handle covered with soft leather strips

I begged him to fuck me. I even called him Master. It's been a while since I've done that!  He obliged, quite readily. I could feel his smooth body, tense and ready to unload into my warm, greedy pussy.

After, there was much chatting and cuddling. And finally it was time to get my maintenance sorted. He had me roll over onto my tummy. I was wondering if he'd use the Christmas paddle. But he said he preferred to use his hand.

close up

"So, this is maintenance," he announced. This is something I respond well to - acknowledging and understanding the reason for a spanking. I nodded into the pillow and started breathing deeply.

After 50 on each cheek I said Thank You and we hugged for a little while.

The rest of the day was spent running errands together. I asked if I could wear a new blouse I just bought. It's kinda see-thru so I was being good by checking first.

He said OK and when he actually saw me dressed, chuckled to himself cos he hadn't realised just how transparent it was! Later he told me that he had considered vetoing the outfit but decided against it cos he'll be right beside me, so I'd be safe. Besides I wasn't actually showing anything cos I had a bra on!

Of course he has since decreed that I'm not allowed to go anywhere in that unless he's with me.

That kind of control makes a girl swoon I tell you. Who'da figured I would be craving it the way I do! Anyway, I told him I had NO intention of wearing that out solo cos I'd be very vulnerable. And the very reason I wanted to wear it that day was BECAUSE he was going to be with me the whole time!

The sweetest thing he said to me over the last coupla days was that he often wondered too, about what would happen if and when *this* wasn't enough anymore... It's nice to know he feels the same way I do.

For now we're good the way we are... But what if?

Okay I have to stop. I'll write about Friday later!

(PS My bum didnt start hurting until I put on my tights in the afternoon and went to work. Apparently spanked bum + skin-tight fabric + hard plastic chairs = sore bottom!)

the finished product - with hand attached!

LOL Day Handprints (Chrossed)

[Edit - I'm being shameless. I heard that this post got Chrossed from Renee Rose (who also got Chrossed this week) - and I'm ecstatic! Thanks guys, for the love!]

On Lol Day I encouraged bribed my lurkers to come out and say hello with promises of handprints on my bottom. 

I haven't had a chance to see BIKSS since last week so we have been a little delayed in getting the pictures to you, but HERE THEY ARE! He promised to leave a print for 5 lurkers, and 2 prints for 10 or more... I only have two butt cheeks after all. 

After we spent some time selecting just the right pair of knickers, which we all know is SO important, he had me put them on and get into position with pillows under my tummy to prop me up some. After announcing for the umpteenth time that in order to leave a handprint it was gonna hurt something fierce, he began to rub my bum a bit, more a caress than a rub, actually. 

And before I knew it, I felt one land on my right cheek! It HURT!! Instead of stopping to take a picture of one cheek first, he decided we should just imprint the other one too then take them BOTH marked. The second landed with a little less sting for me, but going by the hissing that he emitted I think it must have hurt his hand quite a fair bit. 

At some point later he actually said the words "that hurt me more than it hurt you - and I mean PHYSICALLY!" 

So here they are, my bum cheeks in all their hand-printed glory. Enjoy ;-)

twin prints

left cheek...

and right cheek 

We wish to inform you that no bums were hurt in the production of these photographs. 'Tis true. While they stung at the time of impact, the pain disappeared soon after. And the marks too. About 10 minutes later there was no evidence of any hand ever making contact with my butt. 

We had a good romp after our photo session. I gave him the best blowjob ever - and I mean that from my perspective. BIKSS assures me it was good for him too *wink*. I think it had something to do with the collar being put in play. Apparently he saw a comment I made somewhere else in Blogland that I should remind him we haven't used ours in a while now, and decided to remedy that tonight. If you suspect it was used to direct me to where he wanted attention, you'd be right. I was completely turned on, and floating at the edge of subspace. It isn't difficult when you've got a finger plunging into your cunt and your face is being led all around his crotch by his finger on the end of a chain, AND when said collar is held just tightly enough that your air supply is limited - not cut off, just a feeling of tightness. I guess it's the respiratory equivalent of being held tightly or bound or wrapped up. 

Also, on the Master front, he used the word a couple of times when he had me in that zone - "You like having Master's fingers inside you don't you?" sort of thing. It made me whine and whimper and melt. And at this point he was keeping me from putting Roger in my mouth, having me pay attention to his balls and licking up and down his shaft. And I had "accidentally" ended up sucking on his cock a couple of times until he tugged my chain and reminded me that I wasn't allowed to do that. Of course I was almost panting by this time, so when he asked me if I wanted his cock in my mouth and I said yes, he had me say it. And it tumbled out. "Can I please put Master's cock in my mouth?" I gushed. And I got my reward!

Oh that's not all, after a cuddle and some chit chat he paid his debt for the loss his team suffered last weekend. I called it 2 to 1 in favour of the opposing team. The deal was 60 with an implement of my choice. We settled on the belt and I turned over for my reward. Of course that got me worked up all over again, and Roger too, I might add, and as his man-snake loitered at the entrance of my lady-cave, I said it again - "Does Master want to fuck me?" And in 2 seconds he was inside.

I must say, you were all right. It does get easier, especially when the setting is right. 

I have also come to the conclusion that I'd like more nipple-spankings. Pinching and pulling and twiddling and kneading between thumb and index finger are all great things to do to a tit. But I've been reading (no, really???)  about having one's breasts flogged / struck / ruler-ed. And since we now have a ruler, I asked BIKSS if he would oblige. The verdict? Slaps on the top of the boob, meh. Slaps on the bottom, better. Slaps that make direct REPEATED contact with the nipples? Oh My Effing Gee!! PAIN! But GOOD pain! And the kind that lasts longer than a bum spanking. 

Finally, here's a little dance-for-joy announcement I've been dying to make - BIKSS and I will be taking a little trip together at the end of the month. Well, he's travelling for work, but it would be a pity to let a perfectly good hotel bed go to waste right? I mean, if he's going to be at meetings all day, someone  should take advantage of it while he's gone! We booked the flights today!

We leave together, but he'll be there for a week, and I'll come back a couple days before him. Still, it'll be the first time we'd get to spend the whole night together - asleep - and wake up in the same bed! He's decided that we are taking our collar with us on holiday. *Claps in glee* He also thinks I should wear it when we go out... so he can pull me back to his side if I wander too far away. Yeah like he'd actually let me walk around with that around my neck. *Hrmph* I told him that wasn't necessary-cos he has my ponytail for that. He seemed satisfied with my alternative. 

And the best thing? He's almost as excited as I am! I can't help but wonder if all my previous trips with the ex-boyfriends were seen as more of a chore than something they really enjoyed. I mean, NONE of them seemed excited about holidaying - it felt more like they were going cos they thought it would make me happy. As opposed to they themselves wanting to go. 

Ah well, it's nice to finally be with someone who shares the same joys as I do. I've seriously been selling myself short! Hrmph (@ the exes with the exception of gf 2) and Muaks (to BIKSS!)