Birthday weekend

Over the weekend, my slave came over again, and she brought gifts--120' of black rope and a new restraint that was intended to be neck to wrists. The wrist cuffs proved too large for her small frame, so I used one of them to restrain both her wrists together...in several different situations. This was one of them.

I tied her to a chair and used the cat o' nine tails on her. I used my hand, a large rubber spatula, the cat, the studded belt, and a flogger fashioned of rope on her ass. I used my hand and the studded belt on her pussy, and gave her a good lash with the cat, as well. She loves the pussy abuse, but she loves it when I fuck her afterwards even more.

I tied her legs together, tied the restraint to her ankles so her hands were not available to use when I cut off her breath, and I began to rub her clit roughly. I waited till she asked permission to cum, and I denied her. I smacked her pussy with my bare hand a few times, smacked her ass and thighs, then resumed the rough treatment of her sensitive, vulnerable clit. She asked for permission again, and again I denied her. I smacked her pussy hard a few times, then I gave her clit more attention. The request for permission came, and once again, I didn't give her what she wanted. The requests came faster the more I denied, and finally, I decided to enter her.

I shoved my cock into her sore, swollen pussy, finding wetness under the folds of her lips. I thrust, and she began to moan and cry out.

"Master, it hurts. My pussy hurts," she moaned, breathlessly.

"Good, it's what a painslut wants, isn't it little whore?"

"Yes, Master, I love it when it hurts...because I'm a dirty little whore."

I took the heavy memory foam pillow and shoved it down over her face, thrusting harder at the same time. She screamed. The muffled sounds of "Stop! I can't breathe!" came, and I thrust harder, grunting with effort...then I felt her squirt, the wetness coating my cock and groin, lubricating her even more. She gave three short, muffled cries, signaling she'd had enough, and I removed the pillow from her face. I put my hand on the side of her face and said, "You squirted, little slut."

"That's because I'm a dirty whore and I love the way you treat me."

I kept going, every thrust hurting her, making her moan and cry with pleasure and pain and desperation and passion. I shoved her face into the mattress and increased my rhythm, then covered her mouth and nose with my large hand, cutting off her breath again. The look in her wide, blue eyes turned me on even more. She tapped out, and I grabbed her hair, turning her head to the side again. I positioned myself so I was perpendicular to her with one leg up on the bed and one on the floor, and I fucked her harder. I covered her mouth and nose again, and again, she squirted. Nothing makes her wetter than breath play, and the edging helped bring her to intense orgasm as I fucked her.

I was pleased.

How long it went on, I was not sure, but I was sweating with the effort of fucking and breath play, enjoying the screams and the moans and her wetness and her erotic talk and her look of desperation and pain and ecstasy...and finally, I came inside of her, rolling off and moving up beside her to kiss her, stroke her hair, and tell her, "I love you, baby."

I slowly untied her, moving to kiss her every so often, and when she was finally free, she stretched out and moved her warm, naked body next to mine. We enjoyed the closeness and tenderness awhile, then got ready for bed.

The day and night of the mark

I talked about Friday night, Feb 7 (really, Saturday in the wee hours--the vows made more sense after midnight)...and then, after a bit of sleep, the day of the mark came.

We went to the tattoo shop, where the artist whose work we researched talked to us about some last-minute things. There was paperwork and some final design consultation, then my slave was on the table.

I watched my mark come to life on her back, holding her hand and feeling her squeeze hard when the artist hit sensitive spots. The pain reactions did excite me, but the artist was talking, so it kept the arousal in check. I'm not saying she was annoying at all; we had fun talking with her, and she has a similar world outlook to ours--but I really just wanted to pull my slave's pants down and play with her pussy the whole time she was getting the mark. Of course, that wouldn't have been conducive to her lying still, and it wouldn't have turned out well at all. A guy can dream, right?

The mark was done after about two-and-a-half hours. We left the shop and kissed outside of it, beaming at each other. She was so happy, and I was as elated as she.

That night, I took her into the bathroom and tied her to the shower curtain rod. I whipped her with the cat o' nine tails, then used the studded belt on her. I whipped her pussy and her ass. When her pussy was thoroughly sore, I used some new restraints she bought me as a birthday present to bind her neck to her wrists, then her legs to a chest harness. I shrink-wrapped her arms together before I bound them. I edged her, denying her orgasm several times, then letting her cum, then edging her again.

I denied her till I entered her, then I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked her before, cutting off her breath every so often as I thrust. I used the pillow over her face most often, holding it down on her as I shoved my cock inside her sore pussy repeatedly, hard and fast, making her squeal and moan and cry out. She struggled, but she was so helpless...the movement served to do nothing but turn me on more. She came with the pillow over her face, squirting. The second time she came, I was giving her a savage fuck, and she squirted then, as well. She has rarely had orgasms from penetration in the past, but we've been getting there often due to edging and intensity of play...plus she needs fucked roughly and painfully. She needs the pussy abuse, and the breath play combined with it really puts her over the edge when I'm fucking her.

Dominants: you're allowed to stop

I want to say a word about safety and dominance.

If you are uncomfortable with what you're doing to a sub, and she/he is taking it anyway, STOP. How you feel in the situation is valid, and if you feel that it's unsafe or not for you, you shouldn't be doing it. Don't feel as though you must go farther because you think that's what your submissive wants.

If you are having medical problems during play, STOP. Don't delay. Delaying could be dangerous to both of you.

Also, any medical conditions either of you have absolutely MUST be communicated before you play!! Furthermore, I recommend regular checkups.

I thought this was common sense, but my eyes have been opened. VERY recently by people who believe that Dominants need safe words for themselves.  Why you'd say a safe word to a sub as a Dominant is beyond me--it's a foreign concept not to be in control and unable to stop.  

Traveling Toy Collection

Our traveling toy collection is growing. I have more stuff shipping soon.

Left to right, roughly: blindfold, neck-to-hands restraints, 180' of rope in 30' lengths, scarf, leg-to-chest restraints, collar, parachute cord, lube, Whartenberg wheel, studded belt, riding crop, portable TENS unit, clothespins, shrink wrap, EMT shears, electric toothbrush, candles, flogger.

What's in your collection?

BDSM Play 3: Master, It Hurts

"Master, it hurts," she moaned, looking up at me with those pretty blue eyes.

"That's the way you like it, little pain slut," I replied, briefly slowing the pace of my thrusts. "My pretty little slave."

I brushed the side of her face with my hand.

"Beauty and pain."

I gave a slow thrust, all the way in, savoring the pain written on her face.

"Suffering and pleasure."

Another slow thrust, deep inside.

"Torture and ecstasy."

I nearly whispered the words, thrusting all the way inside again. She moaned in pleasure and in pain. Then I put the pillow over her face. She screamed in panic. The heavy memory foam pillow always scares her. Turned on by her struggles to remove the pillow from her face, I began fucking her hard, and I felt the squirt--she came while she couldn't breathe.

I still waited for her to tap out, then I took away the pillow...

Earlier, I had abused her pussy. She asked, "Master, will you make it as sore on the outside as it is on the inside?" I'd fucked her hard the day before with four fingers, which is enough to rub skin against bone, bruising the tissue inside of her. I hadn't paid as much attention to the outside...yet. So I used my hand on her, then the crop, then my hand again, smacking her pussy relentlessly, until she used her safe word.

When she was ready, I tied her legs together, tied her hands to her legs, and I entered her dry. She is usually quite wet inside, but her pussy is so swollen from abuse, sometimes I use lube to get into her more easily...but that doesn't hurt as much. I entered her without the external lubrication, and the look on her face gave away her suffering. Her sweet suffering.

"Master, it hurts," she said.

And she loved every second of the pain.

Toys and filling in the blanks

The new toys are trickling in...I'll give you a full list after my slave sees them.

One came in tonight, and I let the surprise slip...cuffs. Police issue. Black. I can't believe I've been without for this long into a relationship.

Anyway, more items to come.

Did I mention I got a riding crop? That's been a fun little toy for us. I have used them before, but I started this new collection from scratch. The TENS unit was a different sensation, but honestly, Jeanie's not that excited about electricity. Doesn't do it for her. She'd rather have her pussy abused, have various implements used on her ass, and have her back whipped.

Oh...I left one thing out of my story from the weekend (and I realize I'm rambling a bit): I bit her a lot. I have bitten her on the thighs before in between oral attention during edging, but I haven't been biting her in other places. She loves it! If I'm fingering her clit or g-spot, and I bite, she will orgasm so much more quickly with her flesh firmly between my teeth.

I really leave a lot out. I leave out the spanking. I leave out the implements I use on her ass. I leave out the whipping I give her thighs and lower back. I leave out the various restraints I use--I don't just use rope, after all. Or shrink wrap.

Anyway, I need to write down my thoughts after a session next time. Give you the whole thing. It's not just breath play, bondage, and fucking her sore pussy. There's a lot of psychological play, dirty talk, toys, and other happenings. Lots of orgasms. I make her straddle my face and stroke my cock while I work her pussy with my tongue, lips, and teeth--the teeth being the important thing, because she cums when it's rough.

Speaking of rough oral, I make her do a lot of that, too--which she loves. I love it when I cut off her breath with my cock or make her breath around it when it's not all the way in...how her saliva coats my cock and balls, how she gasps and moans and turns me on with the struggle to catch her breath...fuck, I really am rambling, and this is nothing like a cohesive story. It's more like the stream of consciousness of an admin on meds.

BDSM Play 2: Wake up sex

Quick story:

This morning, the phone woke me up, but it did not wake my slave. I was looking at her bare back and ass...seeing my mark on her lower back always turns me on, and I was getting fully erect, thinking of flipping her face down and waking her up with my hard cock inside her.

So I did it.

She woke, and as she did, I grabbed her by the hair. I entered her dry, then put my hand over her mouth and nose to cut off her breath. I thrust, asking her, "How does it feel, helpless little whore?"

"I feel used."

"You like feeling used, little slut, don't you?" I yanked her head back.

"Yes," she gasped.

I continued thrusting, then decided I wanted to look in her eyes as I used her. I got off, easily flipped her over and pushed her legs against her, then entered her again. By this time, she was soaked. I mounted her, pressing her knees into her chest, making it difficult for her to breath--which always turns her on more.

"You're such a wet little slut. You enjoy being used, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

I fucked her harder, turning her head to the side and pushing her face into the mattress.

"When I'm done, you're going to suck my cum and your juices off my cock like a good little slave."

"Yes, Master."

I finished inside her, then laid down on the bed, and she immediately obeyed, going down and sucking her wetness and my cum off my cock.

"Good girl."

When she was done, she laid down with her head on my chest, and I stroked her hair, calling her a good little slave and my most valuable possession.

She is.

BDSM Play 1: Forced Sex Fantasy

Saturday, we did something a bit different. We had wrestled around before, but this time, I had her lay like she was sleeping, and began from there, telling her to resist like I was really raping her.

I turned her her roughly onto her stomach and straddled her in one smooth motion. She was almost instantly helpless with me on top of her. I leaned in quickly and said into her ear, "If you scream, I will choke the life out of you. I could easily fuck your ass, but I want to shove my cock into that little pussy. I'm going to turn you over now. Fight, and you'll just turn me on."

I turned her over, and she did not fight. I saw her little game--not fighting so I wouldn't be turned on more...so I said, "Just going to go with it? Not fight? I won't have that. Let's see you panic." I took the pillow and put it over her face, holding it firmly down. She held out for a bit, but the panic set in eventually, and she began to claw at the pillow and writhe around.

"Yes, that's what I want, little whore, panic." My cock stiffened, ready to enter her. I took the pillow off of her face and held her legs apart, put my body firmly between them, held her hands together over her chest with one hand, and guided my cock into her pussy.

She was so wet.

Once I entered her, I put one arm next to her face. She had her head turned toward it, looking away from me. I told her, "You look away like you don't like it, but your pussy tells me a different story, slut. Kiss my arm if you love it, little whore."

"No," she moaned.

I pulled out, put two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, put them to her lips, and said, "I'm going to shove my fingers into your mouth so you can taste your wetness, little whore. If you bite my fingers, I will punch you in the face. Do you understand?"

She nodded and took the fingers into her mouth, tasting her wetness. I took the fingers out, wiped the saliva all over her face, put my arm next to her face again, and told her, "Kiss my arm if you love it, slut."

"No," she moaned again.

"No? No?! Do you actually think you have a choice?" I grabbed a nipple and twisted with my free hand. Her nipples are her weak spot. She gave in and kissed my arm.

I covered her mouth with my hand and began fucking her hard. At one point, I pulled too far and came out. I decided to pull her to the edge of the bed.

A chance for escape...

"I am going to get off of you and pull you to the edge of the bed. You might think of escaping. Go right ahead and try, little whore."

I got off of her, went to the edge of the bed, and caught her by both ankles. I pulled her roughly toward me and pushed her legs up against her chest, then pulled her arms over and around them, crossed them, and mounted her again. It was a simple thing to shove my cock back into her pussy--she was soaked by then.

I began to fuck her hard, placing my hand over her mouth and nose to cut off her breath. She had an intense orgasm then, gushing all over my cock and my balls, soaking the bed. It felt so fucking good.

"What are you?"

"A little whore."

"That's right, you love being raped. How would you feel if I packed you in a bag and carried you to my car, took you to a remote place, and held you captive? A slender woman like you won't lose her looks for...a decade or two? Yes, a decade or two of being used like a piece of fuckmeat. Does that turn you on, little whore?"

"No!"

"Your pussy tells a different fucking story, slut. You love my treatment." I grabbed her by the hair. "Don't you?"

"Yes."

"That's better. Don't fucking lie to me. I'm going to cum in your wet fucking pussy." I thrust more, feeling the orgasm building, and then it came...

I rolled off of her, pulled her close, kissed her.

"I love you, little slave. You did well."

"Thank you, Master."

Dominants and Submissives Seeking Each Other

I was in a conversation the other night, and we were talking about the search for Dominants and submissives. The person, a submissive female, mentioned that Dominants are less numerous than subs, it seems. I offered that dominance takes a certain personality, time, a skill set, and a good deal of effort, mental and physical. She pointed out that there are lot of men who claim to be Doms who aren't, and it probably goes both ways--that there are not-so-great subs, as well.

That's true. It does go both ways. There can be bad subs as well as bad Doms. I've run into them. They don't have to just be there; they have to be honest. They should contribute ideas. They should be willing to learn and explore, and when a kink isn't a good fit, they should be willing to say so.

I see a major part of a Dominant's role (male or female) as that of a consultant. The best way to get to know a sub--and to get her to know herself, if she's new to the lifestyle--is to ask questions, pertinent and numerous. Here's where a sub is made or broken, usually: if she lies about her experience, she's going to have a bad time. Liking the idea of a kink is vastly different than actually having experienced it. I've had a couple subs tell me that they've done things, that they enjoyed them, and when I started doing those things--and easing into them, mind you--they used their safe phrases immediately.

So...my advice to Dominants is to ask a lot of questions, and choose subs who give specific answers and examples, as an employee does in a behavioral interview.

My advice to subs looking for Dominants is to only go for someone who asks questions--or at least is open to answering them. Let's not forget that there are first-time Dominants out there. Experienced subs can bring out kinks from new Dominants, as well.

Mentoring from another Dominant works for some who are new to the role, and finding classes on safety and technique can be helpful. Not every Dominant needs classes or a mentor, but every Dominant should be willing to learn...and if you're into truly dangerous play, it's best to learn as much as you can to save yourself a trip to the ER, or worse: prison.

Submissives should seek out more experienced submissives to talk about experiences and what to look for in Dominants, as well.

Above all, seek the play you want.

Don't rule out exploration of switching, for example, if the idea of changing roles excites you.

Don't allow other people to tell you there's a "true" way to be in the BDSM lifestyle. This kind of nonsense irks me to no end. As long as your play is with one or more consenting adults, it's safe, and it's sane ("sane" has a bit of a blurry definition, I suppose), play how you want. There are strict protocols/philosophies out there, and if that appeals to you, by all means, follow them, but don't limit yourself to what someone tells you is the only correct way...because that's a lie.

Spotting a fake isn't always easy. Psychopaths are very good at appearing to be all things to all people. Simple frauds are easier to spot, but sometimes it takes actual play to figure them out. That can be a problem if the dominant doesn't honor safe words. Here are a few red flags:

--Lack of care about limits

--Lack of communication, especially questions about experience, kinks, fantasies, and limits

--Expectation of immediate submission

--Upon a sub's refusal, there is guilt-tripping and shaming. Example: "A real sub would try that just once out of respect for her Dom."

I strongly recommend joining a fetish site, learning about kinks, and interacting with real people in the lifestyle.  Do not learn this stuff from fiction or from professional porn.