Seeing her as He sees her

A couple of weeks this girl wrote a post about a play session that had happened the day before. Yesterday (as He is prone at times to do), Master posted this photo on His tumblr blog:

Reading back to that post, things look a little different to what was recollected at the time, something that is not especially unusual. But how wonderful for this girl to see that slave as He saw her that morning.

Restraint, pain (the marks are post flogging) and pleasure. All in one go

Clearing her mind

This girl has a bad habit of taking on the troubles of the world and carrying them around with her. This is true at work and it is true with family. This week, unfortunately has been a busy and stressful time on both counts. This girl hasn’t been sleeping well, she keeps on waking in the early hours with her mind full of worries, thoughts about work and secret guilty feelings that won’t go away.

So by the time this girl arrived to spend the weekend with Master last night, she was feeling tired and stressed. So tired in fact that she could have gone to bed, to sleep there and then, at 7pm. Luckily with dinner inside her and a walk to a local pub, this girl rallied. Mind you, she also drank a little too much. This helped though in relaxing her and making her able to concentrate on things other than the monkeys she has been carrying. 
Helped by drink, plus feeling Master’s closeness (He often sleeps with a hand on this girl’s body), she slept much more soundly than she has all week and  while she woke with a bit of a head ache, the girl was at least rested. Master moved His hands over His property, settling one on a nipple and the other between her already slick lips. The thoughts that had already been flooding into this girl’s mind were sent away as she concentrated on what He was doing to her and on the things He loves her to say at these times.
“Who are you?” He asks
“This girl” she answers
“Who owns you?”
“Master owns this girl”
This is just the beginning, but it is a necessary start for both Master and slave. It helps to create the space they will inhabit for what is to come. It helps this girl to empty her head of any thoughts not involving her Master, her Lord, her owner.
What followed was many many orgasms, both through the use of His fingers and mouth but also from the penetration of His cock and from the wonderful way He has of stroking her clitoral hood piercing with His cock. 
It is clear that this girl will have no problems keeping her mind clear today. She can stay here in her slave place, where Master is in control and where the decisions she needs to make will be minimal. The question is, how can she maintain that feeling when she is out of His direct influence?

Centred

Since getting back from holiday, life has been busy and stressful. Most of this stress has come from one particular place, or should I say person. I have never enjoyed the kind of relationship with my mum that either of us might have wanted. She always says it is because we are too similar, I sincerely hope that is not true since she is currently behaving very badly.

I know that the set back of the fractured hip was a big blow to her and has dented her confidence along with her hard fought for mobility. But it would be so nice if she could be at least pleasant about it. Instead myself and my brothers are being made to feel less than useful, despite spending so much of our time off from work running around doing things for her. Things came to a head at the beginning of this week when the cleaner gave her the sack. No, she didn’t sack the cleaner, it happened the other way round. By text, to me. Apparently she is rude, inconsiderate and two faced. These accusations are pretty much true,  but I never thought that she was like that with someone who comes in for an hour or two once a week. It would be true to say that the fact she is the friend of my brother’s girl friend might have contributed, but I really didn’t need this kind of stress this week.

Friday is now my regular day off and they now stretch ahead of me as a day when I will be needing to help mum. I should be keen to help of course, I want to be and to a certain extent I am. But at the same time, I dread it. The harsh words, the way she is only interested in herself, and the way everything I and everyone else does is just not good enough. This week was no exception, and culminated in a number of short sharp phone messages because I had bought her the kind of fish that I should know that she hates!

A few times this last week I have been a bit on the bratty side with Master. That and I have challenged things He has said and done. This is something that He doesn’t like; particularly if like me the other person is hell bent on arguing the point for far too long.

So after a great day out on Saturday – a girlie lunch, a film and dinner with Master – I ended up passing much of the journey home fuming. I was both upset and angry and still believed I was right.

In bed, He held me and told me He was sorry and that He had noticed that I have been much more stressed lately. I said sorry too and all was well, we slept.

Sunday morning arrived and as we lay in bed together there was no sign of what was to come. He suddenly jumped out of bed and told His slave to get on all fours, then He piled up some pillows for her to lie on and secured her wrists in cuffs by her ankles. A mixture of pain and pleasure then ensued. The pleasure of the hitachi and the pain of various floggers, paddles and a cane. Every time the pain seemed to be getting a little much back came the hitachi and with it an orgasm was permitted.

He instructed this girl to get on top and to ride His cock. This is a favourite position for both of us. He likes to have access to His slave’s body and to control her movements from below. Next He took her arse. Boy did He take this girl in a way He really hasn’t for a long time.

For both of us this was as much about redefining the whole Master / slave relationship as anything. It was about His power and her submission. For the first time in months this girl found herself floating into His body. She felt her mind clearing and all thoughts of anyone and anything else leave her. She was His slave and He her Master. Lastly she was allowed to finish Him off with her mouth, a perfect ending for us both.

It is so easy in any relationship for life to just take over and for couples to forget the important things.  Thankfully Master recognised the signs and now His slave is centred again and remembers just who she is, what she is and indeed her place.

Of course, none of this makes me wrong, or Him right but sometimes a slave just needs to know when to shut her mouth and I definitely need practice at that!

The joy and the kink of the missionary position

If you had asked this girl about the missionary position a few years ago, she might have rolled her eyes. Most if her sexual experience, what there had been of it, had been spent there. That isn’t to say other positions weren’t attempted, but it was the preferred position of the husband.


Not so much submissive to this girl, as a complete bore!

Who knew though, that a girl on her back, legs spread, could be the slut she is: In the missionary position? What is more, there is nothing boring about it.

He spread girl’s legs and examined the labia He owned. Then He leaned down and claimed the clit with His mouth. He nibbled and he licked. She felt His teeth, she felt Him suck. She moaned with pleasure. They both knew, however that orgasm was a while away. Moments later, He plunged His fingers into the damp, hot pussy. He worked her now as He rubbed the clit. Suddenly He spoke.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You Master”,   she replied

“Who owns this girl’s body?”

“You do Master”

“Who’s cunt are you?”

“Your cunt Master”

“Who are you”?

“this girl’. “Yes”. He said. That is your slave name.

“This cunt,” He reminded “say it’…………….      “this cunt”, she repeated.

“Come cunt”

Master counted His cunt down, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 

she came, on command. her hips arching, body writing.  She couldn’t have stopped herself even if she had wanted.

Then, He thrust Himself into Her. As she lay there on her back, legs spread, ready for Him, as He released Himself into Her.

This was missionary position sex, but not as she knew it in the past. 

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Some things that are important here:

1) This girl is a cunt or any other name He chooses
2) This girl is now an owned and registered slave (more of that later).
3) This girl’s slave name is: this girl.

Cum bunny

New title for this girl over the weekend. It would be true to say that she first coined it for herself, but it stuck. If there is one thing He likes, it is to take orgasms from His girl. He loves the power He has over them, that it is He who gives permission and who has the control, after He is the owner of them. It is He who determines the type of orgasm, whether stimulation is involved and then of what. The girl is merely His toy, His plaything, His slave.

So here is the thing, how much of an orgasm is physical and how much of it is in the mind? We were discussing the different types of orgasms this girl has given her Master over the past few days. The ones which involve penetration, and so originate from the g-spot, or have direct stimulation of the clitoris are most definitely different in their feel and intensity than those brought on by say nipple stimulation. The feel of Him filling her, while her muscles contract around Him just feed into the orgasm. For Him, well He just loves the feel of girl’s muscles contracting as she cums.

But then there is the power thing. He loves to count down, starting at 10, or 5 and then tells this girl to cum. Sometimes this doesn’t work as they both might like, but usually she is suddenly gripped with the feelings of an impending orgasm, and finds her hips arching and moisture oozing from within. It is getting on for a year since He first began to experiment with girl in this way and if anything it has led to a greater intensity in the orgasms than ever before.

When we are apart it is rare for this girl to need to orgasm, occasionally He tells her He wants her to orgasm, perhaps when she is wearing her plug. But she rarely seeks permission of her own accord. Personally, this girl prefers to cum in His presence, at His hand or spoken command.

This girl knows that Master loves how multi orgasmic this girl has become – indeed she is now His cum toy; cum bunny.

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March Questions – We are happy to answer any questions you might have about us and our relationship, so ask away 

TMI Tuesday – Sexpectations



1. What are some challenges related to your sex life?

The main things for us are about time – we are mainly together at the weekend, plus the fact that I am often tired after my working week. The best times are when I am feeling rested and relaxed. Maybe that is part of the reason why much of our sex takes place in the morning. Saturday and Sunday mornings are great for us.

2. Is quality or quantity most important?

Definitely quality. There is so much more to our relationship than pure sex. Of course, much of our interaction at other times has a sexual overtone. The power dynamic over rides all and I crave that more than anything else. But that too involves Him touching me, or me Him. It involves pain and pleasure. It involves worship of him. Sex is involved in all of that for us.

3. How much sex is enough?

Exactly what happens now is good.

4. I want to have more play time.

Balancing the time for normal life including time out enjoying ourselves, plus downtime alongside sex and play is tricky when you don’t live together. Given a choice though, more play time has got to be the thing.

5. I would like to attempt new sex positions such as _____ .

Hmmm not sure what positions, that are possible for people of our age that we haven’t tried.
Not a position, but maybe the chance for sex in the open air would be fun.

6. I would like to stop doing _____ sex position.

Stop? No, I definitely don’t intend to stop anything!

7. To me foreplay means an intimacy and closeness. 

Foreplay can be the beginning, middle and end. It can mean the beginning of something which He controls or occasionally it is something I am in control of. Whichever way, after years where foreplay was never present, it is ever present for us in our relationship. 

8. Something I think about a lot related to sex is His Dominance and my submission. Sex and submission for me are often (though not always) intertwined. Last Friday evening it was standing room only in the pub. I stood sipping my drink when suddenly His hands were squeezing my crotch and then  my tits. He does so with such expert swiftness that no one notices a thing. I am then left wet and throbbing and wishing we were heading home soon……

Bonus: Tell us something you love about your sex life.
nothing about it is predictable. I love that so much!


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Masturbation

Sometimes inspiration comes out of the blue. I am really enjoying February Photofest, but I put myself in the mix and got involved (as is my way) without thinking things through. Planning some kink related photos for your blog for a week is pretty easy, especially when some have already been taken in the recent past. But continuing for 28 days is a challenge. The added challenge is that this is not a photo blog, it is about me and my submissive journey and about my relationship with my Master.

Today’s photo – my 17th – is one I took of myself in May last year when Master was away in the USA. It was taken on my camera, using the timer rather than using the mobile. I think this is something I need to think about for the remaining 11 days of this challenge.

hub sub in Phx commented on my last post and led me to his most recent entry about masturbation within relationships. My comment there was about my current relationship, but that has led me to think about what went before.

It was pretty usual for hubby and I to masturbate. But we never did so in front of each other.

When I look back I can see that things were pretty sad. I generally shied away from contact with him, sex was not fulfilling for either of us. He really never worked out what I needed and anyway I am not sure that was the point for him. While he wanted us both to enjoy sex, he wanted to cum and do it quickly, sex wasn’t about mutual enjoyment especially as he really didn’t know how to make me cum. This meant there was little in the way of foreplay and often the whole thing could last as long as an advert break on TV.

Since neither of us were satisfied, we both masturbated, just not with or near each other. I was rarely satisfied, no matter how often I made my self cum and I suspect it was the same for him.

Things are different in this relationship. I am sure Master masturbates when I am not there, though perhaps not really often (I am sure He will correct me if I am wrong),  I do not.  I don’t think I have anything to worry about even if He masturbated a lot, since our sex life is good.

I am allowed to masturbate, but should ask permission to cum (this can be done retrospectively) since my orgasms belong to Him not to me. But I really don’t feel the need.

I have learned the joy of mutual masturbation and of watching each other.

Each relationship is different but I am pretty sure, if you feel the need to masturbate frequently, without the other person present, when married or in a serious relationship (whether you actually do so or not), then something is wrong.

So to the photo – girl masturbating over a mirror for Her Master who was 6000 miles away at the time.

The O thing

So here is the thing. Orgasms for me are very important.

Of course they are for every girl aren’t they? All of us submissive girls crave an orgasm and when we are denied, well we can’t cope. Or so it is said.
I am really lucky. My Master believes that an orgasm is important to a girl, and releasing it and giving it to her Master is vital. What is more, when that girl has spent years hardly knowing what an orgasm outside of masturbation is, then she deserves to release those orgasms to her Master. This is my situation.
Within my marital relationship, orgasms for me were the exception, rather than the rule. This is not due to any kind of orgasm denial, but rather hubby not understanding how a woman’s body ticks. 
Over the past 5  years or so, I have learned more about my body and what it is capable of than during the previous 30. While this is a fact, it is also something that Master struggles to deal with.
Girl on the net asks in her most recent post, what is your number? How many men have you slept with? For reasons of meeting my husband at a young age and sleeping with only him before my marriage, my actual number is 3.
But there were a couple of other men on top of this who helped  me understand what an orgasm was about, even if i didn’t actually have sex with them and so can’t count them as a number. 
Do I feel sad that I have had 3 sexual partners and at most 6 people who have enabled me to orgasm?
Hell NO!!
It is not about quantity, but about quality. What I can say is that any lack of previous knowledge and experience has recently been replaced with an understanding of what can be achieved. If I died tomorrow, I could do so knowing that I had been fulfilled. 
Good sex is important. There have been a couple of men, where even though penetration was not part of the sexual act I know it was was still sex. Those men helped me understand my needs in receiving an orgasm and also in giving pleasure to my man. One of them helped me realise that I was not frigid as my husband implied, but a very sexual person capable of multiple orgasms. Those men helped to pave the way for me to explore the person I am today.
I am a submissive, that I know.
I am slave to my Master.
Most important of all, the orgasms I enjoy today belong to Him and that fulfils me much more than the knowledge that I can orgasm at all. It has been quite sometime since I did so when He wasn’t in the room. But maybe the knowledge that I can do so is enough?

For His pleasure

I haven’t written about my piercings very much, certainly not recently. But events this morning have had me thinking that perhaps I should say something here and now.

My nipples and clitoral hood were pierced in April last year. This was something I had considered in the past, but had not been brave enough to go through with. Having Him with me when I had the procedure done, and knowing how Much He wanted me to get those piercings was the incentive I needed. From the beginning they have been an amazing part of our sex life, giving both pain and pleasure to me and have enhanced His enjoyment of my body – in terms of power, pain, sexual arousal, to name but a few.

That is not to say there haven’t been one or two problems. The left nipple piercing was a little lower than the right and was always more painful. Changing jewellery was not without its issues and putting a ring in for the first time was complicated. One day, without me knowing the left ring partially fell out and I was unable to get the bar back in. For a couple of months I just had the one nipple pierce, but I am pleased to say that on our most recent trip to Amsterdam in November, I had the left nipple re-pierced. This time it looked and felt right and so far I have had no problems with it. Sadly this means that Master’s desire to link all 3 piercings together by a chain is still a little way off, but I am pretty sure we will get there.

One of the things both of us love, is the way in which I can ride Him and can use the clitoral hood bar to give pleasure to Him, of course at the same time I am getting something very good in return. He loves also to rub that bar while I grind on Him and bring me off.

This morning though He did something new for us. He used my nipple bar as foreplay for us both, rubbing the tip of His cock, slowly over it. gradually His cock became harder and harder. I contributed by biting His nipple, something He also loves. He used His other hand to stroke me some, exclaiming that I was wet (why wouldn’t I be?) and gradually He brought us both close to orgasm.

10, He started the countdown to the orgasm He was about to demand from His girl. Masturbating both me and Himself (how does He do that?), I felt the familiar feelings beginning to flow through me, 9, 8, 7, 6.

At this point I wondered if I would be able to hold off and if I did, whether I would be able to cum as He got to 1 and beyond. But the memory of that cock head on my nipple and the feeling of His fingers on me, brought me to the point – 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. He took His hand away and said CUM, just as my hips arched and I felt my cunt throb.

Shortly afterwards we brought Him to orgasm and I was able to claim a lovely breakfast time prize.

Sometimes the simplest things can give the most pleasure and this morning was one of those occasions.