P is for…………

Present for her nipple piercing (one thing today)

Master presented his girl with a present at the weekend. Something to help to stretch her pierced nipples. It would be true to say that both Master and slave are interested in stretching her nipples for His pleasure. 
The bar is a little bigger than she is used to and it turned out that she could only manage to insert one into the right nipple. So, the left will rest for a couple of days before she tries again. Once the bar is in place, you fit the twisty cone thing and then gradually extend the nipple through the metal work. It is comfortable to wear, even when the nipple has been stretched through a couple of turns through the metal coil. It is a little uncomfortable inside clothes right now, and so would be good if you were sitting naked. This girl, being alone tonight has slipped into her pyjamas, though has found it necessary to expose her right tit. Something made her feel that putting a butt plug in place this evening could work well as a combo. 
This gadget may well lead to hours of painful pleasure and arousal. 

What is His

Weeks and weeks go by in a blur. Work happens, we go out and about; concerts, theatre, films, meals. Then are the times we just chill out and do little. Sex is always part of those times as is the undercurrent of our M/s dynamic. Sometimes though a little more is needed. This week this girl must have known something, or perhaps gave off some specific vibes as she wore her but plug for 5 of the previous 7 nights. There is something very comforting about the feel of that metal inside. The weight of it, the coolness as you push it in, the sense of arousal that is ever present. Waking with it still inside, feeling the need to lie there for a few moments before the day starts imagining the metal being replaced with Master’s own hard organ.

It had been a while since this girl had taken seriously her responsibility to prepare herself in this way. It had also been a while since he had expressed the desire to use her arse. But this week she did and He let her know what was in His mind too.

He started, soon after waking, by stroking on of her pierced nipples, and then taking it into His mouth and stroking the other. Familiar feelings of arousal filled her groins, but she fought to keep them at bay. Until that was He signalled that He wanted her to orgasm, through a count down from 10. Then filled with endorphins she took His cock in her Mouth and concentrated on worshipping Him, while all the time she could hear Him talking about their roles and purpose as Master and slave. This girl’s purpose is to serve her Master and to be ready to be used by Him. That knowledge spurs her on through life, but it is easier to remember your place when you have a mouthful of cock. Pulling away, she spent a while stroking Him, but then He got out of bed and went into the playroom, returning with a glass dildo.

On all fours as instructed she felt the dildo’s coolness as it passed through her anal sphincter and slipped slowly in. As His cock brushed against her clit on its way into her cunt, she could tell just how wet she was. After a bit of repositioning to get the angles right, she could feel His cock deep inside. Her body felt like it was completely full. All the time He was asking questions about her place as His slave and in turn she responded, telling Him that He is her Master, owner of her body, mind and limits.

He withdrew and removed the dildo, then instructing her to lie flat on the bed, He pushed His cock into the place the dildo had been and took the arse that He owns for Himself. Deep inside her, she felt any resistance she may have had melt away. She felt His Dominance and she felt His ownership. She felt complete.

Afterwards as they lay together He finally touched the clit, rubbing her until the orgasm racked her body and she lay almost speechless. It had been a while since she last entered this special slave place, somewhere she will now likely stay for a while.

Tomorrow we are leaving for a few days in The Netherlands, so hopefully more chance for Master to take what is most certainly His.

This girl and the plug

When things between Master and this girl were becoming a little more serious, in the summer of 2014 He introduced a contract. He had noted a few thoughts down on paper (He is a man of lists, so it probably was on paper) while He was visiting His then slave. Perhaps the fact He made this girl a slave and started the contract while still visiting helped to inform what happened next. 

The contract, which He shared with this girl shortly after His return and which was agreed with one or two small changes has been in place for a while. But, as has been alluded to before, over time, one or two elements of that contract have kind of gone awry.
Funnily enough there are a few things that have stuck firm. For example, this girl feels no need to take over in situations where she doesn’t need to, she is mindful of the need to make Master proud of her, even when He is not there to see what she is up to. She loves it when He takes control of tickets and passes, which is good as sometimes she is a little scatty and prone to lose things. She also enjoys Him choosing and ordering meals for her and there is no problem in calling Him Master or indeed Lord.
But there are two areas where she is often lacking. One is in using the word I to describe herself and the things she will or has been doing and the other is in wearing her butt plug as she should when they are apart.
During this month of March, this girl is going to set about making some changes in both areas. After a weekend of reconnection in terms of Master and slave, this girl wrote this post, reaffirming a desire and determination to refer to herself in the way He demands – This girl.
That evening, for the first time in a few weeks she inserted the larger Njoy plug.
Over the past few weeks, this girl has taken to having a bath on a Sunday evening. Unlike taking a shower, she has been reminded that it is a perfect way to relax and prepare for the week ahead. Feeling warm and happy after soaking in the bubbles, and enjoying whatever book she is reading, this girl gets into her pyjamas spends the rest of the evening watching tv, blogging or reading some more. It seems to be helping her sleep and to be ready for work on Monday. 
On Sunday, as stated above, she slipped  pushed the plug in straight after the bath. It has been a while since she had felt the relief and then pleasure of easing it past her anal sphincter and experienced the short period of coolness as the metal rested inside her. Soon, the feelings of arousal began and without touching herself she knew her pussy was becoming moist. 
Wearing the plug is intended to be a way of helping this girl remember who and what she is, when she is apart from Master. It is also intended to prepare her for anal sex when He demands it and since she knows He wants and needs that from her soon (and she needs it too) wearing the plug more often is a must.
On that occasion she kept it in place for several hours, until she got up in the night to pee and felt that she might not get back to sleep if it were still in place. Tonight the plug is there again. She has removed her underwear and as she types this blog, can feel it filling her and can also feel the gentle throbbing of her cunt at the same time. This girl is pretty sure that Master would be very pleased to know she is what she is meant to do and that it is having this effect upon her!

Not a travel blog

Just in case anyone was worried that MPB is turning into a travel blog, this post will hopefully reassure that there is definitely more to it. That said, we have settled into such domestic and festive bliss that kink is pretty low key. Not that I am complaining since there is always the knowledge that I am the slave and He the Master; that is an ever present fact.

Last night when we returned from dinner and drinks, Master informed me that I had been bratty – probably true – and tried the new collar, a padded posture collar on me for size. Then told me to wear it for a while. I really love the feel of the leather and it’s width. There is no way you can forget you are wearing it since it is difficult to move your head up and down. I was right, it was the one I tried at Sexpo recently, and I look forward to being made to wear it again soon (is that a bratty attitude in itself?)

This morning Master decided that He needed to use His cunt. Increasingly that is His name for me during sex. It is amazing how easy it is to slip into that role, as His cock plunges in for the first time. I say role, but is it? Or is that the new reality, it is hard to tell. This morning He teased my clit with His cock and then used His cock as a means to masturbate me, telling me that He wanted to feel the spasms of His cunt as she came. Being told that was almost enough to bring me to an immediate orgasm, but of course He started his count down, from 10 this time and it helped to settle me down for at least the first 5. As His cock rubbed against me and I told Him that I was His cunt I knew that as soon as He reached 1 I would explode as requested. The power that He has over this girl, this cunt, this slave is immense. This is the reality of life, it really isn’t just a role I play. He controls me and my orgasms. But much more, He controls my life in a way I love.

Here, away from everyone, together 24 hours a day, there is very little I need to concern myself with. I am loving that I have no need to decide anything for myself, and that I am able to be more of the slave I want and need to be. Outside interference is at a minimum and while of course that won’t last for ever, the memories certainly will.

For the first time in a while I am wearing a plug and as usual that is helping to keep me in a place of arousal even as I sit here typing and He sits opposite me reading stuff on his own tablet. Always ready for Him and whatever He requires from me.

To be wanted, needed and to be used. What more can a slave desire?

SCC Writing prompt #164

The thing that always pulls me back into the submissive mindset is when Master refers to me as girl, rather than saying for example ‘you’ or using my given name (though to be honest he doesn’t often do that). I am always girl, or this girl, in bed and during a scene; it is my slave name. There are plenty of other names I am called – slut, bitch, cunt; but always girl. If Master reminds me that I should be referring to myself as ‘this girl’, well then that is enough to stop me dead in my tracks and to comply with his wishes. I have to admit I find it interesting that this is the case since I know well I am a woman, a middle aged woman, but to him I am girl; this girl. Of course if he should refer to me as ‘good girl’, well then I am in my element. A swooning submissive slave girl.

The collar is my real world trigger. It is made of titanium and so is not as heavy as a collar made of steel. There are times, whole hours worth of time, when I forget I have it on. I might catch sight of myself in the mirror and there it is plain as day. A sign of slavery, ownership; submission. Sometimes I wonder why the collar of my dress / shirt feels so heavy, and realise it is the collar. Then there are the times I wake with the collar in an odd position and think about the fact I am his slave. After 4 months or so of wearing the collar I can truly say that it continues to add to my feelings of submission. I love wearing it and love the fact that he and I know what it means and also that there are people out there who also know. I also like the fact that 99% of the people who encounter me during my daily life have no idea, most don’t even notice more than some chunky jewellery.

My go to remedy every time would be the butt plug. There is something about the cool metal slipping into the space where you feel nothing should probably be placed. The pressure that you need to apply to get it to ease past the tightness of the anal sphincter and the feeling as it pops into place. Then the feeling of fullness and the effect it seems to have on my general wellbeing. The way it relaxes me and helps me think about who and what I am. Plus, yes, the way it reminds me of what else finds its way into that very space. Master knows the effect the plug has on me, and will instruct me to insert it when he feels I am getting just that little bit bratty, anxious or both.

Submission and the plug

This girl snuggled up to Master as He read her blog post. her hand stroked His cock and felt it harden. That post was about her submission, a statement of the ways in which she feels that her needs as His submissive are growing and deepening. It was written after two pretty intense sessions on Friday night and Saturday morning, and now on Sunday He was able to see that this was written from her heart. That post was about her understanding of their relationship in the here and now.

In that post, this girl spoke of their discussions about a tattoo, and also about her hope that one day she would wear His collar.
Now on Sunday afternoon, as this girl stroked Him, they looked at some steel collars together. He said He had been thinking that He wanted to buy a collar and maybe a steel cuff for her wrist. He began to pinch and stroked her pierced nipples and then sometime over the next few minutes she was naked, and sucking His hard cock. 
For the third time that weekend this girl found herself riding Him. Found herself expressing herself in the slutty words He loves to hear, while He encouraged her to release herself to Him. Well when girl says encouraged, perhaps it was more like those orgasms were ground from her. Whatever, submission overtook her and she felt His power flow through her.
Later, when she had been offered his gift orally they spoke about this coming weekend, time away from home.
This girl promised to wear her plug much more, so she is ready to take Him during that time. 
Last night she wore that plug all night and intends to wear it again tonight. This is the one rule that she hasn’t really been following as she should and it is one thing she intends to put right.