This girl returns

A reconnection has occured between Master and this girl. It isn’t exactly that we were disconnected in any particular way. But there hasn’t been much time to just be us and to discuss our relationship. We came together as Master and slave almost 4 years ago (Dominant and submissive before that for 3 months). Our lives are busy and we still don’t live together and yesterday we discussed the effect that has on us. We also spoke the words that needed saying. That we no longer wish to be apart.

There are things to be done to enable Master and this girl to live together all of the time. He has some work to do on the house so that there is room for my things. She has to sell her half of her house to the partner of her ex, or else sell the house to someone else. Last year was meant to be the year when we moved in together, but time slipped away and it hasn’t happened yet.

This girl had spent Friday night at her mum’s. Her new home is 2 hours away and so visiting every couple of weeks and staying over night is the best option. Arriving home at 1ish, this girl prepared some lunch and we drank wine with it. Then since we both felt a little weary we cuddled on the bed and slept a while. Before and after the sleep, he stroked and caressed his property. Master expressed his frustrations about the time we spend apart and this girl agreed.

Later after dinner, more wine and a visit to the pub and more wine we retired back to bed. For some reason (perhaps it was the excess of alcohol) this girl felt both horny and submissive. She felt both of these in a way she hasn’t in quite some time. This led to orgasms, too many to count and since they haven’t been drawn on her body there is no real way of knowing. However there were many. Orgasms through penetration, through his fingers and also his power alone. Strong orgasms that brought on a wonderful nights sleep, nestled in the body of her Master.

This morning brought more sex and also discussion and agreement. Final details need discussion but. This girl is definitely back in the relationship. She was never completely gone, but she was hidden. The dynamic needs refreshing every now and then, it requires effort, so it is in plain sight. He wants a house slave and that means she must live with him. Perhaps living in one house for a few days together then swopping over will work for a few months. More time spent naked, more time worshipping her Master, more time calling Him Master and referring to herself as this girl. Hence this post.

Time also for the tattoo. A butterfly at the base of her spine. That is the next step. He wants to buy a new collar and an ankle cuff. A change from the existing collar and reaffirmation of the relationship. Of his ownership and her slave hood. More to come on this matter.

Favourite boots

These boots are my favourite. The loveliest, sexiest I have bought. They hug my calves a treat and they make my legs look slim and elegant. These boots have a fine heel, that makes me taller than tall. Probably too tall for Master, since I tower over him when wearing them. The heels don’t look that high, but I am already taller than him when in my stockinged feet.

But I love these boots, because they make me feel sexy. They look great with a short skirt or dress, especially with sheer stockings or tights. I think they are wonderful boots for a night out and then afterwards you could wear them to have sex. If that was what floated your boat, and we would probably find it did.

These boots are really comfortable to wear, so long as I spend the evening sitting down and only have to walk a short distance to and from the car. They are fine for a dinner date or the cinema, but not if I have had to walk far to get there. Once I wore them to travel by train and to walk to a date (pre Master), they nearly crippled me.

Sadly, while these boots look and feel great and while I love to wear them, I need comfort. If I have to walk anywhere, then I need my boots relatively flat. I find they pinch my toes and hurt the balls of my feet. These boots might look elegant but it annoys me that really don’t feel it if I have to stand for any length of time. It’s a shame, because these boots really are my favourite boots. I have had them a long time, and will probably continue to love them. I just won’t really wear them. So they will remain my favourite boots!

Better to give or to receive?

I was pleased, late last week, to see that Food for Thought Friday is back. I only found the meme just as it stopped a couple of years ago, so joined in only twice. But, now it is back – with a Friday prompt – and almost a whole week to write something. Luckily for me, since I was busy last weekend.

Receiving

Master loves to both give and receive. I am almost inclined to think that he prefers giving. He certainly loves to spend prolonged amounts of time with his head buried in my pussy. Before I met him, my experience of cunnilingus was limited. Certainly my ex was no expert and anyway he preferred sex be about him. To be frank, he rarely engaged in any kind of foreplay. So the likelihood of him going down on me was slim. Master is different, he enjoys the feel and taste of me. Plus there is always my piercing to play with.

I like to suck him while he is down on me, but concentrating can be a problem. Master is busy nibbling, sucking and licking me to orgasm and I am struggling to work out how to suck. Instead I often stroke him – his cock, his balls and his anus. Moving onto his hips and back, I take pleasure in using my hands on him. While he uses his mouth on me.

Giving

If I am giving oral to Master, I am often found on my knees. Providing worship to his cock. Indeed, he has a very worshipful, thick and long cock. By far his is the favourite of any cock I have had the pleasure of licking, sucking or just holding in my mouth. He tends to know what he wants and gives instructions. He knows that the act of taking his cock in my mouth is enough to turn me on.

I have to admit that I am not a great fan of tasting my own juices, but I do like his. Particularly if he has eaten or drunk something quite sweet. It’s amazing how the taste of a man’s cum changes depending the previous days  dinner.

What is more, I like the smell and the taste of him in general. I am particularly fond of a newly bathed or showered penis. Though not adverse to one that is newly emerged from slumber.

It would be true to say, I am fond of both receiving and giving. But given that I am a slave and a slut, that is probably no surprise.

Love Glider

For this week’s Wicked Wednesday, I wrote about an early encounter of Master and His gadgets. At the end of the post I showed a picture of the latest addition to our selection of toys; the Love Glider Fuck Machine. This was a birthday present to me from Master. At the time, I kind of wanted something I could show off to others and probably wasn’t as appreciative as I could have been. Over the months, opportunities to try it out have been few. It isn’t the most portable thing and lives in Master’s playroom. But we have been away on a couple of trips, including one for two weeks and also spent many weekends at my place. Last weekend though, over the new year break, I stayed at Masters. I gave it another try and so here are my thoughts.

About the Love Glider

The product information describes it as a Manual Rocker Sex Machine. The base is made of wood and there is a padded seat for comfort. The machine comes with two dildos, one that is tapered and one that is bigger and ribbed. There are no leads or plugs, it is the movement of your hips that propels the dildo in and out.

The Love Glider

How to use it

Positioning yourself over the padded seat, ease down onto the dildo and then make yourself comfortable. The handle helps you to get into a rhythm, allowing the dildo to move in and out as you propel forwards and backwards. This toy can be used for both anal and vaginal sex. I have used it for both and to be honest (anal is perhaps best).

Having fun on the Love Glider

Since this is for my use only, we didn’t immediately put a condom on the dildo, but recent issues with rubber and latex made that a mistake. The dildo gave me a burning feeling in my cunt, so we rectified that. Immediately though being penetrated by the dildo made me really wet. Being impaled enabled me to grind down a little and to get some clitical stimulation. Master loves to watch me as I move on the machine. It offers an ideal opportunity for him to touch the rest of my body and to stand over me while I take his cock in my mouth and provide service to him. I haven’t tried this particular machine anally, but did so with the one we used at the Secret Dungeon and so know how it feels.

This rather expensive machine (it is cheaper on Amazon), needs to be used more often. This year should provide the opportunity as I will be spending more time at Master’s house. Not only weekends, but hopefully at last moving in. Watch this space, because I intend there to be a Sinful Sunday shot soon with me impaled and using the Love Glider.

 

Gadget man

The first thing that came to mind when I saw this week’s prompt for Wicked Wednesday was Master. Following our second play date in February 2014  I called him gadget man.

I kneeled, restrained, legs in a spreader bar, arms spread too, wrists in cuffs, attached to a chain that passed under the bed. Blindfolded. A vibrating dildo in my ass. All I could hear was my new Dom moving around, opening boxes and cupboards. The anticipation was almost as overwhelming as the resulting pain and pleasure. There were things that vibrated, things inserted inside me and there were things he hit me with. The impact toys were also used to apply different sensations, as he stroked me with the flogger. He tapped me with a cane, applied pegs to my labia, clamps to my tits and then used that powerful vibrator on me and brought me to orgasm. Many, many times.

Then after all of that, he fucked me. Took me and possessed me, probably owned me from that day. The experience was overwhelming, something special for us both. But what I remembered most afterwards was the range of toys. Sex and impact gadgets I never knew people even possessed in their homes. For a while I called him Gadget Man. Not long afterwards of course he became Sir and then Master. Still though I think of him and his gadgets. He is definitely my gadget man still.

This is his latest gadget. Something I am still getting used to!

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Brat

From Kinky.com:

“Brat is a term for the BDSM role of a bratty submissive or bottom. Unlike the common conception of a submissive, a brat talks back, misbehaves, and is otherwise difficult”.

I admit it.

While I am always keen to please, I also argue and talk  back. As far as Master is concerned, I am something of a brat.

Let’s be clear here, I don’t set out to disagree. But I have opinions and need to get them out there.

Trouble is, my opinions are not always wanted or needed and so I am labelled as a brat.

That does not mean I am not a slave. In essence, I always comply and follow the rules laid out. But it would also be true to say that I want to discuss what those rules are. Or else I am keen to know where boundaries lie.

He both loves and hates my approach to living within the boundaries already set out. He both wants my compliance and also wants me to challenge.

But he is my Master. So I really do want to strike a balance. Even when I am being the brat I crave correction. Unless of course there is no correction necessary.

Does that make me a brat?

Obedience

Does obedience come easy for me?

In so many ways the answer is no. At work I hate being told what to do, I prefer to be in control, have freedom to act. Not that I don’t invite comment and advice, but I am not keen on being directed. Luckily my job carries autonomy and my manager has better things to do than tell me what to do (most of the time). I was the bossy sister and I am a bit bossy with my mum (if she allows it). But take me out of those situations and I crave control. I don’t particularly want to make decisions, which is lucky since I am now with someone who wants to do just that. Master has a great knack of controlling the things we do and the way we do them. That isn’t to say I don’t have choices, of course I do. But I rarely challenge the over all issue the choices are about. I am not sure some people would recognise me as the same person when I am with Master.

Which of us derives the most pleasure from my obedience?

He loves the power that comes with being the Master. He loves to know that he has control over me. For him this provides sexual excitement, particularly when the control involves elements of my body. But for me also I almost need to know that he is there making decisions for us. That responsibility for the things we do lie with me. The sense of sexual fulfilment and personal happiness I have right now are as a direct result of knowing that I am his slave and he is my Master. In turn that helps me with the way I manage my professional life.

Are there consequences for disobedience?

Funnily enough I am rarely disobedient. But then we are not really following any specific rules right now. I don’t often argue about the decisions he has made, partly because anything important has been discussed anyway. However I do challenge him from time to time. When I do he calls this being bratty. This seems to be a loose term for anything I say that he considers to be so. Moaning, being negative, challenging his world view, suggesting alternative ideas are all being bratty. We don’t do punishment and I am happy with that. That is because there is little to be punished for, but also because he is a little lazy.

Did I really write that? That statement is, I am sure, very bratty.

SCC Writing is a Tumblr blog that contains lots of prompts for submissives along with the posts written in response.

Spent

We spent 6 nights staying in this lovely tower room. Formerly an art studio it still contains the remnants of that time. An easel, finished and part finished artwork. The natural light here is good, there are 3 or 4 large windows as well as a sky light if needed. The windows overlook the river below us and the historical city in the distance. Travel and art books adorn the shelves. The bed is high, comfortable and covered with a beautiful red covering, the sheets as previously seen are turquoise. I love the colour and the feel of that red covering. 

The end of a long, but fun day. We had enjoyed a leisurely meal, attended a concert and then shared wine, and cheese at the table in the room. As I prepared for bed, Master decided he wanted more orgasms from me. Taken just after midnight, the image shows me lying on the lovely bed, relaxed and ready for sleep. Spent.

Sinful Sunday