Not Just Clothes on Shein and All Sorts of Pain + a PS

Two totally unrelated topics, I know. But I just had to tell you this. 

Last Friday when I was in bed with a sore foot, I actually was quite naughty asking BIKSS if he had given any thought as to how we could have sex despite the inconvenience! LOL. He said no, but I admitted that I was thinking about it. Haha. The sex was good sex, with a round two blowjob after. But the thing that made it super hot that night was that we played with our crop, on my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (WITH undies on).. and then because it was a bit noisy we went and got the cane instead. On my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (still with undies on)...  and then he used it on my face... just a tap, enough to sting but no serious lashings. I loved it. Can I just say (again) I really love the cane? 

And we talked a bit about him inflicting pain. In the past he always maintained that he only enjoyed it because he could see how much I  enjoyed receiving the pain. But then pain in itself doesn't turn me on. It's submitting to his pain that does. But if he doesn't want to inflict said pain, then am I submitting to something he wants in the first place? And by the same roundabout theory, if I don't ENJOY the pain for the pain itself, then why bother causing it? HAHA. OK. Anyway, I've been trying to work this out for the longest time, but recently when I've asked him the same question, he's gotten more and more comfortable with the idea that he enjoys hurting me. He does enjoy inflicting pain, he admits. Well then, that's that dilemma solved, I say. 

And he loves to inflict pain on my nipples because I "react" he says. Well, ok, I do like the pinching and twisting BEFORE sex. Or DURING. It really is a magic button. Heh.

But the other thing about nipples... I wrote something about it at the beginning of this blog, I can't remember where (and I've spent too much time trying to look for it, in vain) - one of my exes, wait maybe 2, used to do this thing where they'd sit next to me and cross their arms and use their fingers, hidden under the other arm, to reach across and fiddle with my nipples. I didn't like it. It used to annoy me. Even worse was that I'd told them so but they didn't respect my wishes for it to stop, instead they both insisted "But no one can see... ". But that wasn't the point was it? Pffft. 

So when BIKSS started doing that (IN BED, IN BED, in the privacy of the bedroom because he's a stickler for proper behaviour in public, right down to covering a yawn - yes I get told off every single time, and not with the fondness of a lover but with the sternness of an authoritarian!) I initially flinched and told him that it made me feel cheap and like a piece of meat. 

He reassured me that 1) I'm his sub and he will touch me where he pleases, 2) he only wants to touch my nipples because he loves how they feel in his hands, and he enjoys touching my body in general, 3) that every time he touches them he'll remind me of number 2. And for the most part he has, in the beginning anyway. But I realised that I must have learnt this lesson some time ago, cos I would somehow make mention of it before he did. And that night wasn't any different. 

"I don't like it, but I like it you know?" I told him. "I mean, I'm still not thrilled at having my nipples twiddled with just lying here and hanging out together, but I *do* like that you do it anyway because it reminds me that I'm submitting to you." 

"I know," he said simply. 

And now, on that nipply note, I found these on Shein as I was looking for some white tees for my cousin, since it was free-shipping-day. OK, admittedly they didn't appear out of nowhere. I was searching for nipple covers. And THEN they popped up! (And yes, they sell nipple covers too!)

And since they were so cheap ($3 bucks each, local ccy) I got them both before BIKSS answered my question of "Which one do you think I should get". His answer was also "Ooh, both".

But while I was there, on the "body jewellery" page, I found some other things :

Pretty things no? One doesn't have to only shop the VS site for such things no more.

And then I saw they had a "personal care" section under BEAUTY so I went browsing.... and compiled this bunch of pictures. Wanna play? I'm going to have them numbered... and if you like you can write down what you think they are in the comments below! (Some of them are pretty easy, but others may be less commonly seen in your part of the world.)

And with that I shall bid you all a Happy Week Ahead!

My mood pic today ~

ANOTHER HUGE PS - The announcement this time -  Bleue's blog is back up! And if you already knew this, I'm sorry. I'm kinda late to the party. Thank goodness she popped by yesterday to leave a comment here. Go visit, or make a new friend. Her "about" page is linked here. 

Kinky Bralette And Loud Kimono

I bought a lace bralette. It's not kinky. It arrived yesterday.

It's soft and comfy and very affordable at a mere $3 - but shipping cost me $4. Still, for 7 bucks it's a really good bargain. 

I got the one in navy. Then went back today to wish.com to get some other colours. 

But while I was looking for the same listing, I came across THIS kinky thing. 

Yup that's the FRONT of the bralette with no cups and the back has just the halter and back strings. 

Perfect for boob-smackings and nipple play I think. 

If you're keen on getting it - CLICK HERE. It says "FREE" - Just Pay Shipping (which looks to be $4 right now). 

And, no, I'm not getting it.

In other news, my maxi kimono style cardi arrived - and I wasn't sure if I was going to keep it or not... it's LOUD. I love it. But it is SO LOUD. 

<- Here's the pic. 

There's a lot of it. It's long. And tassles. And long sleeves - not 3/4, not push up, LONG sleeves. 

But what the heck. I bought it for a reason and to hell with society's judgements on whether that's too loud for an Asian girl. 

Keeping it I am!

Besides, I have way a lot of black dresses that would work under that. 

And now, back to studying... when will it be over?!!?!?

Stressed and Plugged

That's me. 

The termites have won. 

Dry wood mites are un-killable. 

I'm having another fella look at the kitchen cupboards tomorrow. But he's already predicted that we're looking at a very slim chance of successfully getting rid of the critters.  

I wish the guys doing my kitchen woulda told me that. 

Only last Saturday did I actually manage to get one of them to say that mine was the first such case they've actually handled. I wish I had known that sooner. 

Anyway, the solution will be to either tear down the entire kitchen and redo it (that will cost about 5 grand) or else I will just have to live with it. 

I suppose I'll live with it. 

In any case, I needed some serious stress relief today. 

BIKSS was kind enough to make that happen. Also, I've been getting my period every 20 days or so, which isn't normal. Not to mention it doesn't leave a lot of no-period days in between for us to play and get kinky. 

So it was perfect that the stars lined up for us this evening. I didn't have plans. He made plans to meet me for dinner. I woke up horny as f*ck this morning. And told him so. Plus I needed some stress relief. 

All that made for a perfect play-date this evening. 

"Shall we have dinner first? Or play first?"

"Let's fuck", was the reply. I'm down with that. 

We didn't play with a LOT of toys. Just a particular jewel plug that hasn't been employed since it was brought back from Germany in October of 2016. 

*Gasp*... what?

Yeap. BIKSS reminded me today that it's been sitting in the drawer all this time. And we should have some fun with it tonight.

He came by and we got straight to getting Roger in my mouth. Gosh but I needed some of that choking and gagging. 

Then some fondling and fingering down below, some tweaking and pinching up top. He grabbed my hair; smacked my butt, my thighs, my pussy. I had my clit clip on. It was crazy intense. He wrapped his hand around my neck, shoved Roger all the way in to the back of my throat; slapped my face - this way and that, then the side of my boob, then back up to my cheek, the side of my chin. It was good. SO GOOD.

We dug out the plug and the lube and I was surprised by how easily it slid in. It didn't feel uncomfortable at all. 

THIS PLUG

I suppose I must really have been horny enough. 

He got on top of me and FINALLY we fucked. And then he took a picture. First time I had the jewel plug in me and all that.

After the wipe up he gave me my spanks. The plug was still in my butt. I could feel it with Every. Single. Spank. 

Here's a tip - if you don't want to focus on the pain from having your ass whooped - wear a plug. I guarantee you'll hardly notice the tingling on your behind cos you'll be too busy concentrating on the intruder IN your behind. 

He was spanking from above me, away from me, and my head was buried in the pillow. But I was having a hard time (and he knew it) so he lay down beside and held me against him before continuing.

I remember making a whole ton of noise tonight. He cooed as he cuddled and spanked until I relaxed into him. That's when he stopped and asked "Will you be having that cum now?"

Cum? oh yeah. That's right. I DID say I was feeling super horny, right? 

We got the vibe out and he assisted with fingers inside me. For some reason it took way longer than usual for me to get there, but (and I remember saying this too!) I swore I was "going to have my cum if it's the last thing I do!"

I did get there, eventually, and it was probably the longest cum I've ever had. I usually have a a quick one - build-up, ZING, then done. Today's took some effort, tho, and when it did finally happen it felt like it was in SLOW MO. Not the usual burst and quick contractions, but rather, a slow 'spill' followed by smaller ones after...  I can only say it was more like a cum "pushing" thru rather than "bursting" forth. You know? And the clenching - where I usually have quick throbby ones, today's were more spaced out, but long and intense.

Did that even make sense? Anyway, it 'lasted' longer than usual and BIKSS took the opportunity to get back inside me and fuck me again. I was in a stupor by this time. 

"Lift" and my legs automatically did what he said.

After we were done he motioned for me to come cuddle and I actually said "I can't move. Everything is dead from the waist down." LOL

But he stuck an arm under my neck anyway, and cuddle me he did!

[The question on my mind now, is, How do non kinky people get stress relief?]

Christmas is Coming 20 - The Long One - Where I got Spanked and Fucked

First an update. The Anello bag arrived on Monday (see previous post) and I am super happy with it. I managed to stuff EVERYTHING I need into it. It's a tight fit, but it works!

Also, we didn't go and get the crop after all because I had to run an errand and Daddy wasn't able to drop by earlier... so we're saving that for another time.

(*Long Post Advisory* - and might make you horny too!)

So BIKSS came round after work on Monday. He was supposed to hop into the shower but we got carried away. I climbed on him and we started kissing - that kind of crazy kissing that two people do when they haven't seen each other for eons. Only our kissing always ALWAYS involves his hand wrapped around my throat. Which is the way  all kisses should be, imo.

I was lying on top of him and kissing his neck - which I know really gets him going - but after a time it ended up more like HE was calling the shots!

Of course it's not fair cos he pulled my hair and that just turns me to mush straightaway. 

Then he reached between my legs, panties on, and rubbed all my special bits through the fabric and that was hot all in its own way. I could feel the wetness soaking thru my knickers, getting them messed up, but he didn't seem to care. 

He spent quite some time with his hand between my legs while we continued kissing, and then slipped his fingers between my folds, deftly pushing aside my underwear to gain access. 

I reminded him that he had wanted to take a shower, so soon he stopped, got up and started undressing. When he had taken off his boxers he stepped up to where my head was on the pillow and bade me say hello to Roger. Which I did. Gladly. 

BIKSS was enjoying having Roger in my mouth. And he continued to finger me, I think at one point he gave me some spanks which made me quite the happy little . He pushed his cock into the back of my throat and I  gagged and started tearing. He enjoys that. Roger too. The more I choke the harder he gets, and before long he said, "Daddy wants to come". I looked up at him as he shot his load all the way in the back. Satisfied, he headed off to shower. 

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As we were cuddling we talked about being dominant and submissive. Am I submissive enough? Is what we do only kink in the bedroom? What about when we're out? I shared that I don't feel I'm giving him enough. 

He pointed out to me that I do show deference when we're together, and I come to him for opinions and advice, and look to him for comfort and reassurance, even when we're apart. And that's what a Daddy dom should be, he reckons. What *MY* Daddy dom needs to be for me. 

As we talked he gave me more examples. The bottom line is that he is satisfied that even though he doesn't ask me to kneel, or present (all the time), or sit at his feet, as a show of my obedience, KNOWING that I would whenever he told me to is enough for him. And he stated rather than asked - "If I wanted you to kneel on the floor now, with your head on my lap, you would."

Of course I would. That's a given. 

And that is what his dominance means to him. 

Ok, then. Now that that's sorted. 

He went on to say that knowing I let him do all the kinky things to me that he wants, that is my submission too. 

"Like this," he says as he slaps my cheek. I look up at him and wait for another. 

He goes on, and my pussy contracts. Roger is twitching too. We start playing again, how could we not. 

He turns my head so he can slap the other cheek. I gasp. And my breathing changes. He wraps his hand round my throat, I can barely keep my eyes open. He gets up and reaches for his DIY cuffs. We've never played with them so it was a first for us. He had my arms lifted behind / above me, as I lay on my back. They're attached to a lanyard which he used to keep my hands in place. 

And with his other hand he went to town on my girly bits. He fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit in turn, sometimes to the point of almost hurting, at others barely touching me, making me push up my hips to increase the pressure. 

He went on for too long. I looked hopefully at his cock, barely an inch from my face. He knows what I want when I look at Roger like that. 

"No." 

"No?" 

"No." 

Great. No Roger. Instead he continued to pinch my nipples, slap my boobs, my face, everywhere. He slapped my pussy, I bucked and wriggled.

Wait. That's a noisy toy. What? 

He had gotten Cap'n Silver and pressed it against my clit. His finger was still inside me and his cock, in my mouth. 

He played with me for quite a while before I caved and asked if I could hold the vibe and have a cum. 

"It's about time", he smirked. 

(Later on he made a comment about how strong my thighs were! I was squeezing them together as I held the vibe up against myself. On some days it's harder to cum and this usually helps to move things along for me... he also mentioned how once or twice he was close to pulling out because I was crushing his forearm LOL.) 

When I had had an almighty cum he pulled his cock out of my mouth and fucked me silly. I was super sensitive, both from the extended foreplay and a great massive cum, as well as mentally in the right space after all that rough handling. He continued to grab, choke, slap. The works. It was glorious!

As he was about to cum he pulled out and stood by the bed, aimed at my face and jerked off over my mouth. I don't think he was too concerned about hitting his target tho because I ended up with a "There's Something About Mary" hair gel situation, along with spunk on my eyelid, cheek, just everywhere in the face vicinity.

(Funny thing, I mentioned the movie to Daddy and he said he had never seen it. I found that a little strange because it seems like the kind of film he would watch.) 

After a cleanup in the bathroom we got back to cuddling and more talking. 

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"Fetch the implements," he said. 

I looked over to the table. "What no cane?"

That's my favourite you see. 

He had chosen the back-scratcher, the purple rubber spanker (not shown - go here for pics) and the Christmas paddle and laid them on the desk.

(Some of the toys we use for spanking)

"Can I trade one of them for the cane?" He agreed and I tossed out the back-scratcher. I did ask if he wanted the cane with the hook or the knot at the end... he chose knot. That one is a little heavier but not as whippy as the one with the hook. 

Seeing as we had planned to have a rather thorough spanking session,  I figured I might as well enjoy it as best I could. 

Remember the 50 spanks - with each implement - that we agreed on? It turns out he meant to use his hand too. So that makes it 200 then?

After plenty of smacks with the rubber spanker (I bet there were more than 50) he went on to use the cane. That was pleasant enough, considering we're talking about a spanking here. After that he went on to the Christmas paddle. I figured it out tho. The reason why it seemed more than 50 was because he was doing 50 PER CHEEK! He tends to do them in sets of 10. For ease of counting, I suppose. But the last set with the paddle was only 9 each. Uh-oh. 

After that he continued with lovely hand-spanks till he had reached his number. Then picked up the Christmas paddle again. I knew it. I KNEW IT. 

The last two (one on each cheek) hurt like bluddy anything. Bringing the grand total to 400! Admittedly they weren't all level 10 strokes, but still!

I shrieked and laughed at the same time. Then looked accusingly at him - "That's why there were only 9 right? That last set - I counted." 

"Uh-huh,"  was his reply. And then he grinned, chucked away all the spanking tools and gave me some right ol' loving! 

Legs in the Air

The spatula, I offered. But no, you had to decide to be generous and let me have the cane too. It's my favourite is it not? Hrmph. Well, yes. But the spatula is kinda ouchy, you know. 

Sure, I'll roll over and settle in for a nice, warm... what? On my back? 

This smells fishy. Something is afoot. Or abutt. NO... you can't be expecting me to... what? Hey, you've got my ankles held together with one hand... are you thinking what I think you're thinking?

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You want me to put my legs up? Like in the air? YIKES! Didn't you said you had no pressing desire to try out the diaper position? I thought we were happy with our usual, you know... the one where I'm cuddled in the crook of one arm, or I'm comfy lying on my tummy in bed amidst piles and piles of pillows? 

Fine. Up they go. But that's not really diaper, I'm just lifting my legs in the air and hugging them to me with my own arms. Aren't you supposed to lift me OFF my butt to get access to it?

Ouch! You're evil! That's my sit spot! OK, I guess that one counted as butt cheek. EEK! I can't move or react in this position. At least if I'm lying down I get a little relief from being able to react by kicking my feet up or squeezing a pillow with my arms. 

I can't do very much with my knees in my face and my feet dangling in the air like this. And my arms are occupied too, wrapped as they are around my legs to hold them together and upwards towards me. 

This is NOT a butt spanking, I tell you. This is a sit-spot-upper-thigh spanking. Ouchy Daddy...

Ahhh rubbing. Rubbing is nice. Is he grinning? He's got his evil grin on!  Urgh. It's my fault I suppose. I should know better than to expect he won't use the things we talk about and turn them to his benefit! 

What's that now? Time for the cane. OK. I like the cane. Mmmmm, yummy. Especially when he goes tappety tappety continuously in one region! 

OW! Not so yummy anymore now. I know... the skin is stretched when my legs are up this way, and the tappety tapping isn't on my butt cheek proper!!! He's pulsing the strokes on the bottom curve of my bum! 

Does the word "sensitive" mean anything to you Daddy? Ack! Ok, ok, I get it! Enough! 

Look I'm all sweaty now from the exertion of taking a spanking! It's not so often that that happens anymore. Mmmm hands. I like it when you use your hands... ow ow oW OW! That hurts! 10 smacks in the same spot DOES that to a girl!

*Flop* Ooooh my legs are tired from trying to stay up during that session! 

Hey, what are you doing with the spatula now? Mmmm love it when you play with my nipple, er, why are you pulling it to the side... oh great.. I get it. You're keeping it out of the way while you *smack* *OUCH* slap my breasts with the spatula... argh. 

Look it's so red. I suppose the skin on my boob colours more easily. Heh. Breathe... breathe... ow ow ow...

I'm sure you're going to want a go on the other boob... oh right. There you are. Moved the other hand to the other nipple to keep that one out of the way while you work my right side now. Are you counting? Hey it's not a contest. You don't have to speed up. Ouch!!!  Going faster hurts more you know... wait, silly me. I'm sure you knew that. 

The cane? You want to use the cane on my breasts? Why not. I suppose it can't hurt much more than anything else you've done. 

I was wrong. It can. Notice my eyes are closed and I'm wincing? That's me saying OW OW OW OW. But again, I'm sure you already knew that. Evil Man. Mean Daddy. And lucky me - for I love EVERY minute of it!

Friday in Brief

I look at my Blogroll and I'm stressing. There are SO many new posts to read. Everyone's talking about time with their significant others, how they spent Christmas, stuff to look forward to in the new year... 

I was going to write a rambling post but perhaps I'll keep it short. Not so much for your benefit, readers, but so I can wrap this up soonish and head over to your blogs and catch up. (Altho I doubt I'll be able to get thru many before my dinner appointment!)

So these are the highlights. 

Yesterday was a D minus. For a couple who communicate so regularly bby text / IM / whatsapp, it amazed me that we could get into so many "tiffs" (he calls them episodes) in one day. First it was why didn't you tell me, then I might have snapped at him and said he was blaming it on my dinner party, then later on I thought he was just being evasive by not giving me a fixed time, and he thought I was just being difficult and pushy. Yeah, all in all I counted three different snappy conversations. It didn't end well. 

Today we had a chance to put that behind us. Well, to put that on my behind, anyway. As usual I apologised. I just felt like I needed him to hear me and he wasn't. He maintains I didn't let him say what he needed to say before I cut him off. In the end, perhaps I was fighting him because he's been away from me and D/s for an extended period of time, and I'm convinced when he's with his people he slips back into his old self - the old him around his family and friends. And when I don't hear / feel the strong confident Dominant him my strong independent self stands up and makes the decisions and barks the orders. It's a subconscious thing. Not something I'm aware of. This only occurred to me today as we were discussing yesterday's disaster. 

Anyway, it was all done and cleared up. And after that I needed him to spank me. To assuage my guilt. And bad feelings. Only -- I couldn't say it out loud! Me! Me who tells EVERYONE in blogland that I just ask him for a spanking whenever I need one. Sigh. I made him guess. I had 4 words in my head, I said, and he played along. He got it eventually. I smiled and was so relieved that I wouldn't have to verbalise it. 

"Well, what are you waiting for then? On your tummy."

So something like 300 swats with his hands and the Christmas paddle later, I was lying in his arms, his cum inside me, my face in his chest. 

And all was right with the world again.

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Today was also the first time my breasts bore the brunt of a brutal beating. How's that for alliteration??

It wasn't the intention to mark me, but I'm sitting here and noticing some tiny bruises on the inside of my right boob. His spatula was trying to prove its worth as the Christmas paddle seems to be BIKSS' new favourite these days. He slapped my breasts all over, under, over, at the side, he put my vibe between my legs and told me to close them, and hold it there, while he smacked me all over with his spatula. He put his cock into my mouth and had me suck him off while he did all this. 

I was writhing. And making terribly unlady-like sounds. I asked him for permission to cum and he said yes. I reached down with my hands and took the vibe, placed it in just the right spot, and concentrated on cumming. Only it is kinda hard when you're being beaten repeatedly in the same place at rapid fire speed - and when that same place is sometimes your sensitive inner thigh, sometimes the bottom of an already sore breast; his fingers found my nipples and he twisted them, pinched them, his other hand still wielding the spatula and slapping them all over as he did, and eventually I came. With his cock in my mouth. 

I let go of my vibe and moved my hand around his shaft and soon he came in my mouth. I was spent. But it was good. 

Oh and I was in pain - the residual kind - the good kind.

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After that he wanted to spank me some more with the Christmas paddle - told you it was his new favourite. 

He does this thing where the full length of it lands on both my butt cheeks, right down low just on the outside of my pussy. It does wonderful tingly things to my girly-bits and of course I get wet. 

Roger by now has decided that there is no reason why he shouldn't admit to enjoying it when BIKSS gives me a spanking, so after some discussion between the two of them (BIKSS and Roger, that is) they decide not to waste the opportunity of a dripping wet pussy and have another go. 

Perhaps the reason I was so easily aroused is that BIKSS said to me "Get on your hands and knees so I can spank you. That's right - no,up here, ass over there, good." The whole talking me through a position thing, telling me I'm going to spanked, that's like an instant turn on switch. 

At first he stood in front of me and reached over my back with the paddle to swat my ass. Then he stuck the vibrator in me but as I clenched and squeezed from pleasure, it fell out. He went round behind me now, to continue, and that's when they decided after a few more spanks to just mount me and not let good wood and a dripping cunt go to waste. 

What can I say. Today was a day of thrusting and spanking at the same time. It was so hot my brain just shut down. And so was he. He was being totally Dominant again today. Reclaiming my submission. As I was readying to leave the room and get us some lunch, he said "Before you go, come over here."

I hopped back into bed and went over to where he was lying on his back. 

"Give me your breasts"

I positioned myself over him and he started sucking on them. First one, then the other. And by this time I had sat back on my calves and placed my arms at my side, giving him full access once again to my tits. He enjoyed watching me make those I'm-so-horny-please-fuck-me-now noises as he played with my nipples. 

After some minutes had passed I called him an Evil man for making my pussy hungry again. He asked me what it was hungry for. Attention, I said. He reached down to finger my clit, my pussy, and asked me if that was the kind of attention it desired. Or does it want a cock? Hmm? 

Oh yes! I definitely wanted cock! I wanted him to pump into me, to ram his cock against the inside of my cunt. He got up and pushed me onto my back and climbed over me, thrusting himself into me quickly, and continued to pump immediately as soon as he had penetrated me. 

There was no cumming this round, but after I had had my fill he withdrew, laid back and declared "You may go now, before Roger changes his mind."

And after that, I got us lunch :)

last night's left overs for lunch today

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The last game his team played they scored 4-0 in a win. We had a carry over double stakes from the previous game. at a dozen strokes per goal that now comes up to 96 strokes. The plan was to get the cane out today and do that. And for every stroke I'd give him a kiss - so that's 96 kisses all over his body. 

Now I've done the 96 kisses this afternoon. I wonder if he'll still be game to do the 96 strokes later on? *My fingers are crossed.*