It has been some time since my last post...I apologize for that. Life seems to have a way of getting in the way of blogging. I suppose I did leave everyone hanging a bit with my last post. The much anticipated meeting with our new Mentor never happened due to unforseen developments in his personal life. He did teach us much and advance us further down our D/s path, however without me ever having met him in person at all. For that I thank you Sir. I have continued to make some great strides lately in my quest to submit to Jay.
I really cannot explain it, but something seems to have just fundamentally shifted in me as a person and as a submissive of late...all for the better. Overall, I find myself feeling much more self confident than normal, most especially at work but in my personal life as well. I am much more willing to engage with others socially, and just much happier in general. I told Jay the other day that I feel happier lately than I think I ever have in my life, yet the old pessimist in me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop as if this can't possibly last forever. I really cannot point to anything in particular responsible for this change as I have been doing nothing at all different in my life.
On the D/s side of things, I feel much more sexual in general with a greatly increased libido. More than that, I truely see Jay as my Master now. I respect him and wish nothing more than to please him with my submission. This new vision culminated in a most pleasing and erotic visit to a local dungeon last Saturday.
Upon entering the place, Master sat on a sofa and directed me to sit on the floor at his feet. He had me retrieve my collar from his bag and present it to him to fasten around my neck. After some time just sitting, he led me around the place by my leash observing and investigating the various pieces of furniture and play things that were there.
After a little more sitting at Master's feet hoping the folks using the St. Andrew's cross would soon be finished with it which they were not...ha, ha....Master had me remove my dress and kneel before him in position 3. He chose to place me on my knees in a stocks like device. He then rubbed my back and bottom with a soft piece of rabbit fur until I felt like purring. From there the crop was brought out and used to smack and warm my ass up. Master then moved on to the flogger as I moaned with his attentions. As the stocks had me in a quite uncomfortable physical position, Master eventually freed me, and chained me face down by the wrists in a standing position to another piece of furniture which I find difficult to describe. It was padded, and shaped rather like a honeycomb of sorts, and curved such that I could recline against it.
Here Master again took out the flogger and began to flog my backside in earnest. I could hear him chatting with a couple who had been watching us. When the flogger was put away, I heard the man ask Master, "Is that bamboo?" at which I began to whimper. I HATE the bamboo cane. It hurts, hurts, hurts. Master rubbed it gently against my backside as I whimpered softly. He began to lighly flick me with it as I tried not to wiggle about too much, already anticipating the sting I knew was coming. Master toyed with me for a bit with light little strokes before unleashing one stinging blow which caused me to cry out.
With that, he put the bamboo cane away, unchained me, offered me some much needed water, as it was very hot in the dungeon and I was coated in a sheen of sweat. When I was suffuciently rested, he shackled me to the device again, face up this time. He then brought out the crop again and began to smack my breasts with it. After some time of this, he retrieved the clothes pins from his bag and began to affix them to my breasts. He allowed a male member of the group that had assembled to watch to caress me as he did this. When the clothes pins were affixed to his liking to my breasts, he ordered me to spread my legs father apart and began to affix them to my labia. I moaned with the sensation, flying high on endorphins already.
Master then began to lightly strike me with the crop, warming me up for the blows that would smack the clothes pins off my breasts. His assistant continued to caress me all over. I felt the male member of the couple who had been watching all night slide his finger into my hand. He had told us earlier as he watched my flogging he had wanted to grip my hand to see how hard I would squeeze and thereby judge the pain I was experiencing. When Master felt I was good and ready he began to smack clothes pins off my breasts one by one. I groaned and cried out with the pain and pleasure, my head tossing to and fro. When all the clothes pins had been smacked off, Master lovingly rubbed me down with the soft rabbit fur. The sensation was exquisite.
He then moved to the clothes pins on my pussy, running his hands over them and batting at them a bit. I hoped and trusted Master would not be so sadistic as to smack those off with the flogger as well, but was preparing myself for whatever he decided his pleasure would be. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard him tell the couple, "I would not be so sadistic as to smack these off." He began to gently remove them one by one. I cried out with the sharp sensation of pain as blood began to flow back into my labia.
Other pleasures occured during the evening. I was eventually bound by wrists and ankles to the St. Andrew's cross and given another good flogging. Master brought out the large wooden paddle which I also greatly hate! It was given to him as a gift by Mistress Faye's husband some time ago. He lightly rubbed it against my ass teasing me while eventually only giving me a light blow with it. Through the course of the evening, I had the flogger, crop, paddle and whip used on my backside leaving some rather lovely although not terribly numerous marks on my backside...we planned to go to the pool the next day and Master was making a careful attempt not to mark me in areas that would show outside my bikini bottom!
The evening culminated in Master leading me on all fours to the dog cage there. He had me crawl in, still naked. He leaned over and told me to begin to masturbate. I wanted to resist, I wanted to say no, but I wanted even more than that to submit and please my Master. So I reached a hand between my legs and began to masturbate as a roomful of people alternately watched and continued their own conversations. It was humiliating, and I was soaking wet! When this had gone on for some time, Master unlocked the cage and led me out on all fours. He whispered to me that he had a treat for me.
He had me crawl over to a very attractive, and completely naked girl who had been making pointed eye contact with me while I was in the cage. Master then directed me to provide her oral pleasure until she came.
I began to kiss her, tasting her warm wet tongue. I moved down to her breasts, young and firm and a little smaller than my own. I sucked them into my mouth, biting gently at the nipple. After some time spent with her beautiful breasts, I licked and kissed my way down her tummy to her smooth shaven mound. I parted her lips and began to suck her clit. At that same time, her Master grabbed her by the neck and began to squeeze at which she cried out loudly. I hesitated, thinking I had done something to hurt her or something otherwise altogether wrong until I caught the look of ectascy on her face. Her Master laid her back against the bed on which she sat and continued to apply pressure to her throat as I eagerly licked her clit and slid a finger inside her sloppy wet pussy.
I must admit I felt a bit inept and unsure of myself. I have the same equipment, you would think it would be a no brainer that I would know what to do to pleasure her. Still I was entirely unsure I was doing it correctly. When I expressed this to Jay later in the evening he jokingly asked if he was going to have to teach me how to eat pussy, ha, ha! Her clit seemed rather small much like my own. I licked and sucked while fucking her with my finger until she writhed and moaned about and seemed to be genuinely pleasured.
This scene was pretty much the close of our evening. Jay and I soon left after this. Reading this account back now, it sounds like some sort of letter to Penthouse, entirely made up and out of the realm of the possible, yet I assure you it all was indeed very real. I feel that a new world has been opened to Jay and I with a simple change in my own mindset that seemed to have simply come of its own accord with little conncious thought or decision on my part. Our sex these last few weeks has been AMAZING. I dont recall it ever being better in the 13 years we have been together. I feel closer and more in love with him than ever. Life is very good right now.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
The Sting
After the concert last Saturday, Jay had a little fun of a different sort in store for me. When we returned to the car he assisted me in removing my corset which was succeeding in compressing my lungs until I could barely breathe (thank God I didn’t live during the Victorian Era), and handed me a sheer tank top to put on which left my pierced nipples and breasts quite visible. I was a bit disturbed and fussy about this happening right in the parking lot where plenty of people continued to walk by, but made the wardrobe change as quickly and discretely as possible in the car.
I was then ordered to give him my wrists so that he could bind them with the wrist cuffs which I did without complaint. Just before he placed my blindfold on I spied the penis gag in his hand. I begged not to be gagged. My mouth was dry, my throat was a bit sore from all the screaming and singing, and I just didn’t feel I could do it. He was kind to me offering to leave the gag off if I promised to keep silent. The blindfold was put into place, and we were off to his desired destination as I sat nervously in the passenger seat. I tried to ask a few questions to which I got, “I’m going to put the gag on.” After that I was silent because I knew he meant it.
My mind raced as I tried to imagine what it was he had in store for me. I feared we were going back to a club we had visited a few months ago that I had found undesirable. Perhaps, I thought, he has arranged my first meeting with our new mentor, but knew that was unlikely for several different reasons. I worried and fretted about what he had in store for me and whether or not I would be able to please him with my participation.
I felt oh so tired after the evening’s festivities at the concert. All I really wanted to do was go home. I was having a rather hard time maintaining the proper interest and enthusiasm for this little excursion.
When the car finally stopped, he came around to the passenger side and removed my cuffs. I reached for the blindfold, but he batted my hand away roughly. I began to feel panicked at the thought he might make me walk into what was obviously a public place blindfolded. He then informed me he would remove the blindfold for now, but put it back in place once we got where we were going.
When the blindfold was removed, I could see that we were at the adult bookstore we had visited some time ago which has the viewing booths in the back. There was a bar with an outdoor deck next door full of partiers eagerly watching people as they entered the adult store. I crossed my arms over my nearly bare chest and kept my eyes down in shame as we entered the store. Jay promptly told me to take my arms down from my chest as we wandered the small store.
He eventually led me to the back with the viewing booths, replaced my blindfold, and led me to a booth. I was told to sit on the stool, spread my legs and rub my cunt as he fed the machine dollars and scrolled through the porn. He unzipped his pants and told me to take out his cock and stroke him. I was tired, I had to pee, and I didn’t want to do this. I rubbed lazily for a bit, and then just stopped. As I sat there, trying to convince myself to continue with his demands…SLAP! He slapped me across the face hard. I didn’t even see it coming with the blindfold on. My face stung and my cunt was instantly wet.
I obediently got down my knees on the dirty floor and began to suck his cock with much more enthusiasm, my cheek still stinging with the blow from his palm. He had me climb back up on the stool and stroke his cock as I fingered my wet pussy. He kept going on about how he knew I wanted another cock. I desperately tried to peer underneath my blindfold, terrified that there might be someone else there. Someone that he was going to allow to fuck me or someone whose cock I would be ordered to suck. There wasn’t, of course, but he knew it would frighten me.
When he asked me where I wanted his cum, I immediately replied that I wanted it on my tits. I pulled down my top, got down on my knees and hungrily offered my tits to him. When he shot out onto them I gave a quiet cry of arousal. When he had covered my tits and chest with his orgasm, I pulled my top back up, feeling the wetness of his cum soak into the shirt. He then placed me back on the stool, and had me scroll through to find my own porn and masturbate until I came. When I did, he urged me to cry out loudly. I did my best, but I still think it was rather muted due to my concern about being heard by others in the store.
An important lesson was learned here by both of us regarding just how much my arousal and compliance can be influenced by his physical dominance. I had asked him several times in the past to slap me in the face, but he never could bring himself to more than just a tap. This is just the beginning, I hope, of a beautiful journey into dominance and submission together.
I was then ordered to give him my wrists so that he could bind them with the wrist cuffs which I did without complaint. Just before he placed my blindfold on I spied the penis gag in his hand. I begged not to be gagged. My mouth was dry, my throat was a bit sore from all the screaming and singing, and I just didn’t feel I could do it. He was kind to me offering to leave the gag off if I promised to keep silent. The blindfold was put into place, and we were off to his desired destination as I sat nervously in the passenger seat. I tried to ask a few questions to which I got, “I’m going to put the gag on.” After that I was silent because I knew he meant it.
My mind raced as I tried to imagine what it was he had in store for me. I feared we were going back to a club we had visited a few months ago that I had found undesirable. Perhaps, I thought, he has arranged my first meeting with our new mentor, but knew that was unlikely for several different reasons. I worried and fretted about what he had in store for me and whether or not I would be able to please him with my participation.
I felt oh so tired after the evening’s festivities at the concert. All I really wanted to do was go home. I was having a rather hard time maintaining the proper interest and enthusiasm for this little excursion.
When the car finally stopped, he came around to the passenger side and removed my cuffs. I reached for the blindfold, but he batted my hand away roughly. I began to feel panicked at the thought he might make me walk into what was obviously a public place blindfolded. He then informed me he would remove the blindfold for now, but put it back in place once we got where we were going.
When the blindfold was removed, I could see that we were at the adult bookstore we had visited some time ago which has the viewing booths in the back. There was a bar with an outdoor deck next door full of partiers eagerly watching people as they entered the adult store. I crossed my arms over my nearly bare chest and kept my eyes down in shame as we entered the store. Jay promptly told me to take my arms down from my chest as we wandered the small store.
He eventually led me to the back with the viewing booths, replaced my blindfold, and led me to a booth. I was told to sit on the stool, spread my legs and rub my cunt as he fed the machine dollars and scrolled through the porn. He unzipped his pants and told me to take out his cock and stroke him. I was tired, I had to pee, and I didn’t want to do this. I rubbed lazily for a bit, and then just stopped. As I sat there, trying to convince myself to continue with his demands…SLAP! He slapped me across the face hard. I didn’t even see it coming with the blindfold on. My face stung and my cunt was instantly wet.
I obediently got down my knees on the dirty floor and began to suck his cock with much more enthusiasm, my cheek still stinging with the blow from his palm. He had me climb back up on the stool and stroke his cock as I fingered my wet pussy. He kept going on about how he knew I wanted another cock. I desperately tried to peer underneath my blindfold, terrified that there might be someone else there. Someone that he was going to allow to fuck me or someone whose cock I would be ordered to suck. There wasn’t, of course, but he knew it would frighten me.
When he asked me where I wanted his cum, I immediately replied that I wanted it on my tits. I pulled down my top, got down on my knees and hungrily offered my tits to him. When he shot out onto them I gave a quiet cry of arousal. When he had covered my tits and chest with his orgasm, I pulled my top back up, feeling the wetness of his cum soak into the shirt. He then placed me back on the stool, and had me scroll through to find my own porn and masturbate until I came. When I did, he urged me to cry out loudly. I did my best, but I still think it was rather muted due to my concern about being heard by others in the store.
An important lesson was learned here by both of us regarding just how much my arousal and compliance can be influenced by his physical dominance. I had asked him several times in the past to slap me in the face, but he never could bring himself to more than just a tap. This is just the beginning, I hope, of a beautiful journey into dominance and submission together.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Mon Cherie's Chamber Reunion
Master and I had such a wonderful time last night at Mon Cherie's Chamber reunion! By far the best night out we have had in many moons.
The Chamber was the hottest fetish club here in Atlanta in the late 90's and early 2000's until it sadly closed about 7 or 8 years ago. Jay and I frequented it fairly reguarly in those days. We were not yet experimenting with D/s play ourselves at the time, but were very intrigued and aroused by watching the shows that went on there.
When it closed, Jay and I were lost for a place to go for fun when the opportunity for a night out would arise. Ms. Mon Cherie was kicking ass and taking names last night!! She should be proud of herself for gathering the greatest group of performers, vendors and guests in the city for a hot night of lustful deviance!
As always I have pictures of the evening to share with you dear reader.
Let's begin with my new nametag Master presented me with just last weekend for wear at last night's event...
And the view I had from the end of my leash as Master paraded me about all evening...
How about a few photos of some of the performers and kinky deviants in attendance...
And now for the REAL fun... Mimi receiving a flogging and paddling from a friend of ours...
Mimi receiving a flogging and spanking from a new friend we made last night...
My bruised and battered bottom courtesy of Master Jay and friends. Towards the end of Master Jay's paddling/spanking he leaned in, rubbing my bottom, checking in with me, and I pleaded, "No more paddle, pleeeeease Sir." I would have taken anything other than the paddle at that point...flogger, crop, hand, belt...anything. I received several more whacks of the paddle just for good measure.
Mmmmm, I can't wait to go to work tomorrow with my little secret neatly hidden under my clothing, my bottom smarting each time I move in my chair reminding me of the erotic time I had this weekend.
The Chamber was the hottest fetish club here in Atlanta in the late 90's and early 2000's until it sadly closed about 7 or 8 years ago. Jay and I frequented it fairly reguarly in those days. We were not yet experimenting with D/s play ourselves at the time, but were very intrigued and aroused by watching the shows that went on there.
When it closed, Jay and I were lost for a place to go for fun when the opportunity for a night out would arise. Ms. Mon Cherie was kicking ass and taking names last night!! She should be proud of herself for gathering the greatest group of performers, vendors and guests in the city for a hot night of lustful deviance!
As always I have pictures of the evening to share with you dear reader.
Let's begin with my new nametag Master presented me with just last weekend for wear at last night's event...
And the view I had from the end of my leash as Master paraded me about all evening...
How about a few photos of some of the performers and kinky deviants in attendance...
And now for the REAL fun... Mimi receiving a flogging and paddling from a friend of ours...
Mimi receiving a flogging and spanking from a new friend we made last night...
My bruised and battered bottom courtesy of Master Jay and friends. Towards the end of Master Jay's paddling/spanking he leaned in, rubbing my bottom, checking in with me, and I pleaded, "No more paddle, pleeeeease Sir." I would have taken anything other than the paddle at that point...flogger, crop, hand, belt...anything. I received several more whacks of the paddle just for good measure.
Mmmmm, I can't wait to go to work tomorrow with my little secret neatly hidden under my clothing, my bottom smarting each time I move in my chair reminding me of the erotic time I had this weekend.
Monday, September 27, 2010
More Fun With Fetish Parties
This past Saturday Jay and I had the good fortune to attend another one of Mon Cherie's festish parties like this one we attended last month. We had been looking forward to it for several weeks. I will recount the majority of the evening for you in picture form.
We dropped the kids off with their grandparents and had a glorious 24 hours to ourselves.
The evening saw me starting out with this as my under attire...
Jay was keen to have me show off my nipple piercings, so I was required to wear this outfit to the party to accomplish just that task...
We happened to see hoola hoop girl(she can be seen in the post recounting last month's fetish party) out on the patio where she was watching a little show with other folks, and having some pictures taken. I mentioned to Jay that I wish I could take some photos with her. The next thing I know, he has made the request and she and I are taking some naughty, fun photos together. I have always been ambivalent about whether or not I would enjoy being dominated by a woman. While there was no real domination going on here beyond posing for photos, there was enough for me to get a good idea that I would very much enjoy being dominated by the right type of woman...my dear Gracie comes to mind whom I have had a crush on for a very long time.
Of course there were also shows for tantalizing and teasing other than me getting all giddy taking pictures with Hoola Hoop girl...
There was also plenty of dancing...
I must also sheepishly admit that I got quite a bit more intoxicated on this evening than I normally do. I normally have nothing more than a good buzz going both because these events are so much more fun to experience sober and because I am 40 years old and too damn old to deal with the after effects of too much drinking especially when I have children I have to get up and take care of the next day. I only had 2 drinks at the party, but they were apparently stronger than normal...combine that with the margaritas we had at dinner 3 or 4 hours before, and you have a recipe for me to be sitting on a sofa in the corner of the bar letting Jay take these pictures by the end of the evening...
Very naughty behavior even for this setting! The toy you see in my hand is my latest toy from my friend Shelly that I will be reviewing soon.
We also met some new friends and bought a really divine smelling massage candle.
Overall, it was a great evening. Our next planned outing is a Halloween fetish party the weekend before Halloween. We are looking forward to another great time!
We dropped the kids off with their grandparents and had a glorious 24 hours to ourselves.
The evening saw me starting out with this as my under attire...
Jay was keen to have me show off my nipple piercings, so I was required to wear this outfit to the party to accomplish just that task...
We happened to see hoola hoop girl(she can be seen in the post recounting last month's fetish party) out on the patio where she was watching a little show with other folks, and having some pictures taken. I mentioned to Jay that I wish I could take some photos with her. The next thing I know, he has made the request and she and I are taking some naughty, fun photos together. I have always been ambivalent about whether or not I would enjoy being dominated by a woman. While there was no real domination going on here beyond posing for photos, there was enough for me to get a good idea that I would very much enjoy being dominated by the right type of woman...my dear Gracie comes to mind whom I have had a crush on for a very long time.
Of course there were also shows for tantalizing and teasing other than me getting all giddy taking pictures with Hoola Hoop girl...
There was also plenty of dancing...
I must also sheepishly admit that I got quite a bit more intoxicated on this evening than I normally do. I normally have nothing more than a good buzz going both because these events are so much more fun to experience sober and because I am 40 years old and too damn old to deal with the after effects of too much drinking especially when I have children I have to get up and take care of the next day. I only had 2 drinks at the party, but they were apparently stronger than normal...combine that with the margaritas we had at dinner 3 or 4 hours before, and you have a recipe for me to be sitting on a sofa in the corner of the bar letting Jay take these pictures by the end of the evening...
Very naughty behavior even for this setting! The toy you see in my hand is my latest toy from my friend Shelly that I will be reviewing soon.
We also met some new friends and bought a really divine smelling massage candle.
Overall, it was a great evening. Our next planned outing is a Halloween fetish party the weekend before Halloween. We are looking forward to another great time!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
My Mantra
I am struggling with my training as a proper submissive already. I test my 2nd Dom at times, but more so I test Daddy. Headmaster makes it very clear to me that any disobedience will be swiftly corrected. I had been directed to wear my Njoy anal plug to work last Monday, and chose not to as I had been made to wear my rosebud all day at work the previous Friday, and simply did not feel like doing it all over again on Monday. I could not lie to Headmaster when he inquired if I had followed directions. As my punishment I wore paperclips tightly affixed to my nipples all day, and was ordered to take a ruler into the restroom and spank each breast 10 times for my transgression. Slut that I am, this made me slippery wet.
I struggle much harder with Daddy which is, of course, why I am in training. I had refused a direction of his early in the week arguing about it's impracticality and trying to bargain with him. It only served to cause tension and frustration between us until I followed the direction the next day. It did turn out to be an impractical sort of order, but the point was I had obeyed.
This very same day, Daddy informed me we would be going out to obtain new nipple clamps for me, and I was to dress only in a sheer piece of lingerie. Again, I argued and refused. I was terrified he would make me go into public in nothing but a sheer nightgown. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T do that. The notion of men looking me up and down and women judging and whispering made my palms sweaty.
At this point Headmaster stepped in. We had a conversation that has been a turning point in my training. He knows who I am, he knows I long to submit no matter what the request. One of the most illuminating portions of the conversation occured when he encouraged me to use the same strength I had drawn on to bear his breast torture and the cane, to fulfill Daddy's request and go out with him in whatever attire he deemed fit. It had not really occured to me that bearing humuliating, psychologically difficult tasks required that I draw from the same place that allowed me to bear physical punishment and pain. Headmaster went on to assure me he would not give up on me as a wonderful sub, and I should not give up on myself. He inquired if I was now ready to submit to Daddy's request. I agreed that I was and mentally began to prepare myself for whatever Daddy required of me.
While still humuliating, Daddy's request was not quite as bad as I had feared. I was directed to wear a sheer black blouse, no bra of course, but thankfully it had pockets on each side which covered most of my breasts, a very short mini skirt which exposed the bottom of my bare ass cheeks when I moved in just the right way, and 3" black patent leather heels.
To reinforce my lesson, I was taken from bed that morning, ordered to kneel in position 3 in front of a mirror, and had the cane painfully applied to my ass as Daddy reminded me this training was for his pleasure. I was asked more than once, "Who is your master, slut?"
"You are, Daddy," I replied each time.
"Are you going to follow Daddy's directions?" he probed
"Yes Sir. Yes, Daddy," I grunted as the cane met the flesh of my naked ass.
Again I was slippery wet after my punishment.
When the evening came, I complied like a perfect slut with no questions or complaints. Daddy took me to one toy shop in search of the clamps he sought. I was relieved that it was a very small shop and no one was there. Sadly, however they did not have the clamps he sought. Daddy did have me bend over and let him swat me with a flogger they had there which I found throughly embarrassing as the clerk there couldn't help but hear it even if he did not see it in the small store.
We also needed to go by the liquor store that evening for my special pineapple flavored drinks we cannot find at the grocery store. It being Saturday and this being the Bible Belt South where alcohol is not sold on Sundays, we had to go that evening if I wanted my drinks. So Daddy took me to the liquor store in my outfit. I was both nervous and aroused to be doing just as Daddy directed me. I kept my eyes down as we were in the store, unable to face any gawking, judgemental or lacivious stares. When we had made our purchase, Daddy took me back to the car, had me unbutton my blouse, lean against the car and sqeezed my breasts for his pleasure.
We then continued on to the second sex toy shop where he hoped to find the nipple clamps he sought. I was much more nervous about this one as it was much bigger and always had a lot of customers. As expected, the store was packed with people. Daddy had directed me not to leave his side, not to fiddle with my skirt attempting to pull it down and not to cross my arms in an attempt to shield my breasts. I did as I was told, feeling both shamed and aroused. Curiosity made me look around a bit more in the store. And sure enough, I did see a woman or two looking me up and down disapprovingly. After that, I kept my eyes down, and stayed on Daddy's heels as directed. This store also did not have the nipple clamps he sought, but he led me around the store a big longer, looking at dirty movies, and other items. When we left Daddy praised me, telling me how well I had done and how proud he and Headmaster were of me.
During my conversation with Headmaster earlier in the week I was given a mantra to write on my body each day and email to him as he felt I needed this daily reinformcement of who I am and what my place is. I am to do this each day until I have completed a milestone sort of task which he and Daddy both have charged me with. So far I have written this message on my body and sent to him for 6 days. However as I write this post, I have completed the task with which I was charged and will no longer be required to write my mantra each day unless Headmaster or Daddy change their minds on me.
I struggle much harder with Daddy which is, of course, why I am in training. I had refused a direction of his early in the week arguing about it's impracticality and trying to bargain with him. It only served to cause tension and frustration between us until I followed the direction the next day. It did turn out to be an impractical sort of order, but the point was I had obeyed.
This very same day, Daddy informed me we would be going out to obtain new nipple clamps for me, and I was to dress only in a sheer piece of lingerie. Again, I argued and refused. I was terrified he would make me go into public in nothing but a sheer nightgown. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T do that. The notion of men looking me up and down and women judging and whispering made my palms sweaty.
At this point Headmaster stepped in. We had a conversation that has been a turning point in my training. He knows who I am, he knows I long to submit no matter what the request. One of the most illuminating portions of the conversation occured when he encouraged me to use the same strength I had drawn on to bear his breast torture and the cane, to fulfill Daddy's request and go out with him in whatever attire he deemed fit. It had not really occured to me that bearing humuliating, psychologically difficult tasks required that I draw from the same place that allowed me to bear physical punishment and pain. Headmaster went on to assure me he would not give up on me as a wonderful sub, and I should not give up on myself. He inquired if I was now ready to submit to Daddy's request. I agreed that I was and mentally began to prepare myself for whatever Daddy required of me.
While still humuliating, Daddy's request was not quite as bad as I had feared. I was directed to wear a sheer black blouse, no bra of course, but thankfully it had pockets on each side which covered most of my breasts, a very short mini skirt which exposed the bottom of my bare ass cheeks when I moved in just the right way, and 3" black patent leather heels.
To reinforce my lesson, I was taken from bed that morning, ordered to kneel in position 3 in front of a mirror, and had the cane painfully applied to my ass as Daddy reminded me this training was for his pleasure. I was asked more than once, "Who is your master, slut?"
"You are, Daddy," I replied each time.
"Are you going to follow Daddy's directions?" he probed
"Yes Sir. Yes, Daddy," I grunted as the cane met the flesh of my naked ass.
Again I was slippery wet after my punishment.
When the evening came, I complied like a perfect slut with no questions or complaints. Daddy took me to one toy shop in search of the clamps he sought. I was relieved that it was a very small shop and no one was there. Sadly, however they did not have the clamps he sought. Daddy did have me bend over and let him swat me with a flogger they had there which I found throughly embarrassing as the clerk there couldn't help but hear it even if he did not see it in the small store.
We also needed to go by the liquor store that evening for my special pineapple flavored drinks we cannot find at the grocery store. It being Saturday and this being the Bible Belt South where alcohol is not sold on Sundays, we had to go that evening if I wanted my drinks. So Daddy took me to the liquor store in my outfit. I was both nervous and aroused to be doing just as Daddy directed me. I kept my eyes down as we were in the store, unable to face any gawking, judgemental or lacivious stares. When we had made our purchase, Daddy took me back to the car, had me unbutton my blouse, lean against the car and sqeezed my breasts for his pleasure.
We then continued on to the second sex toy shop where he hoped to find the nipple clamps he sought. I was much more nervous about this one as it was much bigger and always had a lot of customers. As expected, the store was packed with people. Daddy had directed me not to leave his side, not to fiddle with my skirt attempting to pull it down and not to cross my arms in an attempt to shield my breasts. I did as I was told, feeling both shamed and aroused. Curiosity made me look around a bit more in the store. And sure enough, I did see a woman or two looking me up and down disapprovingly. After that, I kept my eyes down, and stayed on Daddy's heels as directed. This store also did not have the nipple clamps he sought, but he led me around the store a big longer, looking at dirty movies, and other items. When we left Daddy praised me, telling me how well I had done and how proud he and Headmaster were of me.
During my conversation with Headmaster earlier in the week I was given a mantra to write on my body each day and email to him as he felt I needed this daily reinformcement of who I am and what my place is. I am to do this each day until I have completed a milestone sort of task which he and Daddy both have charged me with. So far I have written this message on my body and sent to him for 6 days. However as I write this post, I have completed the task with which I was charged and will no longer be required to write my mantra each day unless Headmaster or Daddy change their minds on me.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A Romantic/Naughty Anniversary Celebration
Jay and I went out last night to celebrate our 10th anniversary. We exchanged gifts before going out to dinner. Since the theme of the evening was reliving our first date, I had procured for Jay a newspaper of the very same date of our first date in 1998. I received something much more spectacular than that from him. I received beautiful emerald earrings which are my favorite stone in addition to a pair of sexy, sassy panties from Victoria’s Secret as well as roses delivered to work last week on our actual anniversary. Jay felt the 10th was sort of a milestone, and wanted to make it special.
We started out our evening at the same restaurant where we had our very first date. Actually, the very same location had closed so we had to go to another location, not quite exactly the same, but close enough. After we made a pact to stop discussing our frustrations with our son (he is 16 years old and has problems with being responsible, and seemingly can retain none of the instructions he is given past a 5 minute window of time…ah the mysterious workings of the male teenage brain…ha, ha!), we had a very nice romantic meal.
Jay managed to snap this picture underneath the dinner table of my new panties...
And another as we were getting into the car...
From there we headed to the very same bookstore to which Jay took me after our first meal together. I knew I was in love when he took me to the bookstore on our first date…to find someone who enjoyed books and reading as much as I did was incredibly romantic to me. Not only did he enjoy books, he enjoyed many of the same books I did….most notably the Anne Rice vampire series. Our first date involved Jay standing behind me as I perused the bookshelves, kissing the back of my neck, and running his hand under my dress while I tried to pretend it wasn’t turning me on and making me incredibly wet.
The re-enactment date went a bit further than that. I was feeling especially adventurous last night. Jay checked the men’s room and signaled me when the coast was clear. I scurried inside and locked us into the largest stall. From there I proceeded to squat down, unzip Jay and take his cock in my mouth. Before long I had my dress and bra off leaving me in only my new white panties while sucking Jay’s cock. He forced me to my knees on the dirty bathroom floor and snapped this photo of me facing the filthy toilet...
I then continued to lick and suck his cock while still on my knees on the filthy bathroom floor, reveling in being Daddy's whore...
We were interrupted several times by restroom patrons at which time I froze, trying to hide the evidence of my obviously female feet behind a small portion of the stall. At one point, there was a man in the stall right next to us, and Jay had me stand up and bend over so he could finger me while this guy went about his business right next to us.
Eventually after 20 minutes or so of fun, we decided we should probably get out of there. Jay walked out of the stall first, while I remained locked in, and of course two men walked in at about the same damn time!! Jay took his time washing and drying his hands, but eventually had to leave the restroom. I was trapped there alone in the restroom while these two men went about their business. I have to admit there was something perversely exciting about being in the men’s room covertly listening to them take a pee while they were completely unaware. There was even a set of feet in the stall next to me that were large, clad in flip flops that I imagined might belong to someone tall and attractive. The two men did eventually leave as I peeped out through a crack in the stall door, waiting for Jay to signal me. When he did I scurried out as fast as possible, but not fast enough to prevent me exiting the men’s room at the same time a woman was exiting the ladies room! I was mortified, but at that point, really what the hell can you do? I glanced at her, smiled just slightly, and hurried away.
And that, dear reader, was how Jay and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.
We started out our evening at the same restaurant where we had our very first date. Actually, the very same location had closed so we had to go to another location, not quite exactly the same, but close enough. After we made a pact to stop discussing our frustrations with our son (he is 16 years old and has problems with being responsible, and seemingly can retain none of the instructions he is given past a 5 minute window of time…ah the mysterious workings of the male teenage brain…ha, ha!), we had a very nice romantic meal.
Jay managed to snap this picture underneath the dinner table of my new panties...
And another as we were getting into the car...
From there we headed to the very same bookstore to which Jay took me after our first meal together. I knew I was in love when he took me to the bookstore on our first date…to find someone who enjoyed books and reading as much as I did was incredibly romantic to me. Not only did he enjoy books, he enjoyed many of the same books I did….most notably the Anne Rice vampire series. Our first date involved Jay standing behind me as I perused the bookshelves, kissing the back of my neck, and running his hand under my dress while I tried to pretend it wasn’t turning me on and making me incredibly wet.
The re-enactment date went a bit further than that. I was feeling especially adventurous last night. Jay checked the men’s room and signaled me when the coast was clear. I scurried inside and locked us into the largest stall. From there I proceeded to squat down, unzip Jay and take his cock in my mouth. Before long I had my dress and bra off leaving me in only my new white panties while sucking Jay’s cock. He forced me to my knees on the dirty bathroom floor and snapped this photo of me facing the filthy toilet...
I then continued to lick and suck his cock while still on my knees on the filthy bathroom floor, reveling in being Daddy's whore...
We were interrupted several times by restroom patrons at which time I froze, trying to hide the evidence of my obviously female feet behind a small portion of the stall. At one point, there was a man in the stall right next to us, and Jay had me stand up and bend over so he could finger me while this guy went about his business right next to us.
Eventually after 20 minutes or so of fun, we decided we should probably get out of there. Jay walked out of the stall first, while I remained locked in, and of course two men walked in at about the same damn time!! Jay took his time washing and drying his hands, but eventually had to leave the restroom. I was trapped there alone in the restroom while these two men went about their business. I have to admit there was something perversely exciting about being in the men’s room covertly listening to them take a pee while they were completely unaware. There was even a set of feet in the stall next to me that were large, clad in flip flops that I imagined might belong to someone tall and attractive. The two men did eventually leave as I peeped out through a crack in the stall door, waiting for Jay to signal me. When he did I scurried out as fast as possible, but not fast enough to prevent me exiting the men’s room at the same time a woman was exiting the ladies room! I was mortified, but at that point, really what the hell can you do? I glanced at her, smiled just slightly, and hurried away.
And that, dear reader, was how Jay and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
A Very Special Birthday
Today is my... gasp, dare I say it...40th BIRTHDAY! I will admit to being more than a little bothered by it. 30 was great for me. Jay and I were planning our wedding which was to take place in July, and I was perfectly fine with leaving my 20's behind. 40, however has been another story. I feel, well, old...grey hairs are cropping up all over my head, I'm pretty sure my eyes are starting to go as I find myself squinting at my work lately, and I'm starting to feel aches and pains I never felt before.
However, I have decided to just go with it. I mean really, it's just a number, and my body will age whether I like it or not, so I might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. I still have so many cool things ahead of me, and I'm not dead yet, ha,ha!
It has been really a wonderful birthday!! I'll go ahead with the part you are most interested in first...the sex!! The children spent the night with their grandparents last night. Jay and I had hoped to visit the aforementioned BDSM club as they were having some sort of demonstration and free play night, however Mother Nature came calling, and we decided it was best tabled for another time.
This did not, however, prevent us from watching a little porn together until I was good and worked up and ready to suck Jay's cock. We had the freedom to do this in the den in broad daylight even! I got naked for him, save for my sexy new black, patent leather heels, bent over him with one knee on the sofa so my breasts were in full view, and swaying for him while I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. I sucked and slurped for a while, then let him pump his cock for me as I licked and sucked his balls, until he began to make his "noise" which meant I had better get his cock in my mouth before he blew. He came hard and hot and yummy in my mouth as he pumped his hips at me, and shoved my head further down his shaft.
After this, we went upstairs so he could present my "naughty" birthday present which he had obained from our dear Shelly at Shelly's Toybox. It was a beautiful little black paddle with a heart shape cut out. I have been wanting one for ever so long. I'll provide you pics and a little mini review with my next toy review.
I had no idea, however, what a stinging whallop this little thing packed! Jay had me bend over the bed naked to take my birthday spanking. I was to count out each of my 40 licks by calling out, "1, Daddy...2, Daddy." I was delighted by this little game at first. However, the licks soon came harder and harder, and I realized that damn paddle wasn't as sweeet as it looked. As we came to 15 or so, I began to squirm away from him, dreading the next blow.
As we got to the mid 20's, Jay began to fuck with me. He would ask me, "How many was that, 20?" and I would call out, "NO! 25, Daddy!" He did this to me several times, and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.
When we got to 29 I called out, "29, Daddy. God, I wish I was 30!" I am pretty sure I heard him chuckle behind me.
By this time, the paddling was so intense, I could feel the heat rising from my bottom, and my body was actually covered in a light sheen of sweat as I struggled to endure the next 10 blows.
When we got to 39, I was so relieved. He smacked me good, and I called out, "40, that's 40 Daddy," rising up overjoyed only to be shoved back down and told, "You need one to grow on little girl." I groaned as I submitted my bottom for one more to grow on.
Jay then took the opportunity to play with the flogger in our child free home. That actually felt much more erotic and a little less painful than the paddle. I was writhing around on the bed, moaning for more as he flogged my bottom and back.
I do have some pictures of my nice, rosy bottom to share with you, however, I am just too damn lazy to download them from the camera right now. I think perhaps I will actually do an HNT this week and shared them with you.
I also got some really great presents for my birthday and Mother's Day. I got flowers sent to me at work on Friday from Jay and the kids. Today I received homemade gifts from both children...my daughter made a #1 Mom magnet with her picture in the middle, and my 16 year old son wrote about me in German which he read and translated for me. I also got a cool book about what was going on in the world the year I was born...1970. I also got a Wii Fit which I had told Jay I would like for my birthday.
However, by far my best present, was a twist of fate....in the right place at the wrong time sort of thing. We took one of our dogs to be groomed last Sunday. The pet adoption people were there as they are every weekend. Normally we will look and every now and then see a really cute dog, however, I am always in agreement with Jay that we already have 3 dogs and that is enough. This particular day, I find Jay holding the cutest damn chihuahua I have ever seen. I have always wanted a chihuahua, and have been bugging Jay about one for years. My daughter and I immediately fell in love with her. Long story short, it took my daughter and I about 24 hours to wear him down, but wear him down, we finally did!! I now have the cutest, sweetest, most lovable little girl chihuahua as my 40th birthday present!!
However, I have decided to just go with it. I mean really, it's just a number, and my body will age whether I like it or not, so I might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. I still have so many cool things ahead of me, and I'm not dead yet, ha,ha!
It has been really a wonderful birthday!! I'll go ahead with the part you are most interested in first...the sex!! The children spent the night with their grandparents last night. Jay and I had hoped to visit the aforementioned BDSM club as they were having some sort of demonstration and free play night, however Mother Nature came calling, and we decided it was best tabled for another time.
This did not, however, prevent us from watching a little porn together until I was good and worked up and ready to suck Jay's cock. We had the freedom to do this in the den in broad daylight even! I got naked for him, save for my sexy new black, patent leather heels, bent over him with one knee on the sofa so my breasts were in full view, and swaying for him while I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. I sucked and slurped for a while, then let him pump his cock for me as I licked and sucked his balls, until he began to make his "noise" which meant I had better get his cock in my mouth before he blew. He came hard and hot and yummy in my mouth as he pumped his hips at me, and shoved my head further down his shaft.
After this, we went upstairs so he could present my "naughty" birthday present which he had obained from our dear Shelly at Shelly's Toybox. It was a beautiful little black paddle with a heart shape cut out. I have been wanting one for ever so long. I'll provide you pics and a little mini review with my next toy review.
I had no idea, however, what a stinging whallop this little thing packed! Jay had me bend over the bed naked to take my birthday spanking. I was to count out each of my 40 licks by calling out, "1, Daddy...2, Daddy." I was delighted by this little game at first. However, the licks soon came harder and harder, and I realized that damn paddle wasn't as sweeet as it looked. As we came to 15 or so, I began to squirm away from him, dreading the next blow.
As we got to the mid 20's, Jay began to fuck with me. He would ask me, "How many was that, 20?" and I would call out, "NO! 25, Daddy!" He did this to me several times, and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.
When we got to 29 I called out, "29, Daddy. God, I wish I was 30!" I am pretty sure I heard him chuckle behind me.
By this time, the paddling was so intense, I could feel the heat rising from my bottom, and my body was actually covered in a light sheen of sweat as I struggled to endure the next 10 blows.
When we got to 39, I was so relieved. He smacked me good, and I called out, "40, that's 40 Daddy," rising up overjoyed only to be shoved back down and told, "You need one to grow on little girl." I groaned as I submitted my bottom for one more to grow on.
Jay then took the opportunity to play with the flogger in our child free home. That actually felt much more erotic and a little less painful than the paddle. I was writhing around on the bed, moaning for more as he flogged my bottom and back.
I do have some pictures of my nice, rosy bottom to share with you, however, I am just too damn lazy to download them from the camera right now. I think perhaps I will actually do an HNT this week and shared them with you.
I also got some really great presents for my birthday and Mother's Day. I got flowers sent to me at work on Friday from Jay and the kids. Today I received homemade gifts from both children...my daughter made a #1 Mom magnet with her picture in the middle, and my 16 year old son wrote about me in German which he read and translated for me. I also got a cool book about what was going on in the world the year I was born...1970. I also got a Wii Fit which I had told Jay I would like for my birthday.
However, by far my best present, was a twist of fate....in the right place at the wrong time sort of thing. We took one of our dogs to be groomed last Sunday. The pet adoption people were there as they are every weekend. Normally we will look and every now and then see a really cute dog, however, I am always in agreement with Jay that we already have 3 dogs and that is enough. This particular day, I find Jay holding the cutest damn chihuahua I have ever seen. I have always wanted a chihuahua, and have been bugging Jay about one for years. My daughter and I immediately fell in love with her. Long story short, it took my daughter and I about 24 hours to wear him down, but wear him down, we finally did!! I now have the cutest, sweetest, most lovable little girl chihuahua as my 40th birthday present!!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Deviant Desires
I am a bit more rested and coherent today, and ready to write more about our fun last weekend.
Jay has been giddy as a schoolboy, telling me over and over how hot the experience of watching me flogged was for him. I finally asked him to tell me exactly what was so hot about it for him.
Here lies the perfect illustration of the difference in our kinks. He was highly aroused by the public display of it all...my skirt lifted above my pantiless ass as others watched me being disciplined. Apparently, there was quite a crowd watching which I was totally oblivious to with my eyes closed,focusing on the moment. While my feeling about the whole thing went something along the lines of...I'd really, really rather not expose myself in such a public manner, but I want this so badly I don't really care.
The gentleman administering my flogging was not really my type physically, other than being fairly tall, but he knew how to expertly use a flogger, and that was all I really cared about that evening. I didn't want him to fuck me, I wanted him to hurt me.
We began with a few warm up strokes to my upper back before lifing my skirt and moving further south to my ass. He moved up against me to check how I was doing and I moaned, "Harder," to which he replied, "I'm just getting started, honey."
The blows slowly increased in intensity before he came up behind me again, rubbing and massaging my back, and said to me,
"Tell me harder."
"Harder," I responded.
So I got it even harder across my back and ass until my back was red and I could feel the heat rising in my ass. He approached me from behind again and asked,
"You want more, honey?"
All I could do was nod my head.
"You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he chuckled.
"On your back or your ass?" he he asked.
I was so zooming in sub space, I couldn't even make the decision.
"I, I don't know," I whined.
So he took it upon himself to give it to me in both places.
After this I was removed from the flogging post to rest, drink some water, and pee while our new friend retrieved the dreaded dragon's tongue.
I had no idea what I was in store for with this instrument of pain. He let me see and touch it first. The best I can recall from the state I was in, it was rather thick, red leather which tapered to fine points at the ends. I'm sure Jay could offer a much better description of both the implement and what actually transpired that evening. Without a doubt, it was the dragon's tongue that did most of the damage to my ass you see in the pictures.
He started out slow, but even that stung. As he gradually built up, I felt myself begin to squirm. I breathed deeply and resolved to take my punishment like a good girl. I soon found myself slipping into that head space where my awareness shrinks down to the primal awareness of the sting in my ass, coupled with a rush of endorphins,and the need to please with the manner in which I accept my punishment.
He came up behind me again, stroking my hair, squeezing my back.
"Ooooh, it stings," I whimpered.
"I know, I'm sorry," he replied before moving away to begin a fresh rain of blows. My ass was on fire as the dragon's tongue connected with my flesh. This was to be the last round as I was completely spent by this point.
He and Jay released me from the flogging post. I hugged and thanked my new friend for such a fabulous time. Jay shook his hand and we headed home as it was near 3 am at this point.
I want so much more of this. I want it in a private setting where the experience can last even longer and be more intimate and intense. I can't begin to describe the high I experience during and after such a session;the pleasure I take in the marks left on my ass long afterwards...wearing them secretly under my clothing with a knowing satisfaction.
I want to surrender to this feeling. I want to be Daddy's naughty little girl.
Jay has been giddy as a schoolboy, telling me over and over how hot the experience of watching me flogged was for him. I finally asked him to tell me exactly what was so hot about it for him.
Here lies the perfect illustration of the difference in our kinks. He was highly aroused by the public display of it all...my skirt lifted above my pantiless ass as others watched me being disciplined. Apparently, there was quite a crowd watching which I was totally oblivious to with my eyes closed,focusing on the moment. While my feeling about the whole thing went something along the lines of...I'd really, really rather not expose myself in such a public manner, but I want this so badly I don't really care.
The gentleman administering my flogging was not really my type physically, other than being fairly tall, but he knew how to expertly use a flogger, and that was all I really cared about that evening. I didn't want him to fuck me, I wanted him to hurt me.
We began with a few warm up strokes to my upper back before lifing my skirt and moving further south to my ass. He moved up against me to check how I was doing and I moaned, "Harder," to which he replied, "I'm just getting started, honey."
The blows slowly increased in intensity before he came up behind me again, rubbing and massaging my back, and said to me,
"Tell me harder."
"Harder," I responded.
So I got it even harder across my back and ass until my back was red and I could feel the heat rising in my ass. He approached me from behind again and asked,
"You want more, honey?"
All I could do was nod my head.
"You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he chuckled.
"On your back or your ass?" he he asked.
I was so zooming in sub space, I couldn't even make the decision.
"I, I don't know," I whined.
So he took it upon himself to give it to me in both places.
After this I was removed from the flogging post to rest, drink some water, and pee while our new friend retrieved the dreaded dragon's tongue.
I had no idea what I was in store for with this instrument of pain. He let me see and touch it first. The best I can recall from the state I was in, it was rather thick, red leather which tapered to fine points at the ends. I'm sure Jay could offer a much better description of both the implement and what actually transpired that evening. Without a doubt, it was the dragon's tongue that did most of the damage to my ass you see in the pictures.
He started out slow, but even that stung. As he gradually built up, I felt myself begin to squirm. I breathed deeply and resolved to take my punishment like a good girl. I soon found myself slipping into that head space where my awareness shrinks down to the primal awareness of the sting in my ass, coupled with a rush of endorphins,and the need to please with the manner in which I accept my punishment.
He came up behind me again, stroking my hair, squeezing my back.
"Ooooh, it stings," I whimpered.
"I know, I'm sorry," he replied before moving away to begin a fresh rain of blows. My ass was on fire as the dragon's tongue connected with my flesh. This was to be the last round as I was completely spent by this point.
He and Jay released me from the flogging post. I hugged and thanked my new friend for such a fabulous time. Jay shook his hand and we headed home as it was near 3 am at this point.
I want so much more of this. I want it in a private setting where the experience can last even longer and be more intimate and intense. I can't begin to describe the high I experience during and after such a session;the pleasure I take in the marks left on my ass long afterwards...wearing them secretly under my clothing with a knowing satisfaction.
I want to surrender to this feeling. I want to be Daddy's naughty little girl.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Alice/Mimi in Wonderland
Jay and I had a most scintillating evening last night. We attended a party put on by the same folks that did the Halloween party we attended last fall. This party had an Alice in Wonderland theme and was an even better time than the last. I am going to tell my story in pictures for you today. I will write more later this week, but today the best I can manage are pictures. Jay and I did not return home until 3:30 in the morning, and I am exhausted. Luckily the children spent the night with their grandparents allowing us the luxury to sleep in until 11 before going to retrieve them, but it still wasn't nearly enough rest.
I begin my story with a quite tame picture of my outfit for the evening. Then we move on to pictures of sweet Alice preparing to serve as a human buffet. Then we move on to the most exciting portion of the evening. I was flogged for the first time by someone other than my dear Jay. We met someone who very politely asked if Jay might loan me out. I trembled with fear and delight as he flogged me expertly and moved on to an implement known as a "dragon's tongue" which packed a wicked sting. The final pictures depict my smarting bottom for you as it appeared this morning.
All in all it was was of our best nights out. It has further convinced us to pursue our desire to meet someone who can both fulfill my need for intense correction, and Jay's desire to better learn the techniques of the flogger.
I begin my story with a quite tame picture of my outfit for the evening. Then we move on to pictures of sweet Alice preparing to serve as a human buffet. Then we move on to the most exciting portion of the evening. I was flogged for the first time by someone other than my dear Jay. We met someone who very politely asked if Jay might loan me out. I trembled with fear and delight as he flogged me expertly and moved on to an implement known as a "dragon's tongue" which packed a wicked sting. The final pictures depict my smarting bottom for you as it appeared this morning.
All in all it was was of our best nights out. It has further convinced us to pursue our desire to meet someone who can both fulfill my need for intense correction, and Jay's desire to better learn the techniques of the flogger.
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