Happy New Year

I am house sitting for my mother this week. She and my dad are on a cruise. So I was looking around the garage at some of my old riding equipment. I had horses growing up and later trained them. Anyway, I came across an old riding crop. It was long and blue with a flat tip with a soft grip handle.

So a little later on Master C came over. I showed him what I found and he gave this little grin and told me to bend over. As much as it excited me, it soon became very painful. I was still bruised from the night before. Every wack was more painful then the last. Master C, I think, realized this and didn’t go on much further. Maybe next time it will be more playful and more pleasurable. But for now I will have to wait. Master C is traveling again this morning and wont be back until next week.

Once again this will be my last post until Monday. I love these short work weeks. Happy New Year and I hope this up coming year will be better then last.

Last Night's Punishment

I lead Master C to the bedroom where I had all the items he had requested from me. I was going to be punished for talking back at him, being bratty, and I was 1 pound away from reaching my 10 pound goal so that got me an extra 100 smacks. I knew I would not be able to stay still for him so he tired my wrists and ankles and made me lay on the bed with a gag in my mouth. Master C is a big and powerful man and I knew this was going to hurt but I knew I had this coming for quite some time.

SLAP SLAP SLAP he started hitting my ass with his hand. It hurt but I actually did like it. The longer he slapped me with worse it felt then he picked up the cane. SHIT this hurts! He didn’t stop and he made me get to my knees so my ass was in the air. The tears were starting to form as he kept marking my ass. The cane broke twice on him (or shall I say me)

Then he stopped… rubbed my ass. He untied me then held me in his arms. “Do you hate me?” he asked. “No, I don’t hate you” He held me a bit longer then my pain turned to pleasure. We then had incredible sex for the next 2 hours. He is by far my best lover.

I know you are all thinking it…Yes my ass is very sore this morning and Yes I have bruises on my ass to prove it. Master C will be so pleased when he sees me tonight.

This Evening

I know it has been a while since I have posted and so much is going on in my personal life. But I have some great news. Master C has come home for a couple of days just to see me. I am house sitting this week so I will have a great place to invite Master C over for some fun. As you all know I got flooded out of my hotel a couple of weeks ago so I am hoping this is going to work out.

I will tell you I am nervous. Master C is going to give me the punishment that has been put off for so long. I know I deserve it but it doesn’t make it any easier for me to take. I will keep you posted tomorrow on what happened.

Merry Christmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! This is my last post until Monday. Most of you know I don’t post when I have the day off from work and this week I will have 4 of them. YEAH! This weekend I will be spending my time with the kids. That is what the holidays are about.

Master C left early this morning to Vegas. He won’t be back until the New Year so after the big day I will be working on packing for my move.

Anyway, I wish all of you the best and a Very Merry Christmas.

Master C and School Girl Cindy

OK…many of you have asked me for more detail about my night as a y kiss and he asked me how school day was. He had me sit on the bed and lied down next to me. “Sir I am nervous…I have never been with a man before”

“That’s not what I heard. I talked with some old boyfriends of yours”

“They're lying!”

(There is lots of foreplay and fun with a vibrator. Master C knows how to please me and I love to take him all in.)

“Well we will see about that” And Master C starts off slow, putting his hands under my skirt. Under my protest he undresses me with force. Kissing me and biting my nipples. The more I kicked the more angrier he got. He would turn me over and give me a few slaps on the bottom. Then he would try again. Each time he got more forceful. Then I got a big slap on the ass and he spread my legs and he forced his way inside. He fucked me until he released himself inside me.

(I loved this kind of role playing...please leave your comments below and tell me what you would like us to do next. This can turn out to be a lot of fun. )

The Best / Worst Date Ever

Its Thursday night, 4:30…Im driving to the hotel where I plan on meeting Master C. I have been anticipating this night for a month. I can’t wait. It is starting to rain but no big deal except no one in Florida knows how to drive in the rain. So I valet the car check into my room. I get there about 20 minutes before Master C so I can get dressed and ready for him.


So I take off my clothes…all but my new G string panties that Master C bought me. I put on my short school girl skirt, my low cut blouse and my prep school jacket. I have my white knee high socks on and black heels. It was a night of role play. I have never done that and it was a lot of fun. In this fantasy he tried things I was not comfortable with and I tried to keep his hands from touching me. Things got a bit forceful and a little rough. Lets just say that he climaxed inside me and it was great. I had such a blast.


The rain and thunder were getting louder outside. We were staying in a hotel right on the beach. I had to pick up my daughter but we planned on coming back So Master C and I went down to lobby to the valet. I knew this was going to be trouble when the first floor lobby was flooded. When the valet pulled the car up the water was passed my knees. So I get in the car and start driving…the streets were so bad. Cars were stalled all over the place. I have a minivan so I was very nervous. I was on the phone with Master C who was in a huge truck telling him I think he might have to come get me. The steering in my car kept going out and the car smelled like it was on fire. Don’t ask me how but my car made it.

The saddest news is we never made it back to the hotel. I could not risk getting stuck. I called the hotel to check out over the phone…and to their surprise they are going to find a school girl outfit and a vibrator..lol

Hope For A Great Night

Thank you to all of you who sent well wishes to me over the past few days. I am feeling much better this morning.


Tonight is a big night for me. Master C has rented a hotel room for the night and I am so excited to spend some real time with him. We both have been incredibly busy so this will be a big treat. I am taking a personal day tomorrow so I won’t be able to write about it until Monday.

But I will tell you that there will be role playing, spanking and lots of sex. Have a great weekend and hope this gives you something to look forward to.

Sick Day

This is not going to be much of a post today...I am not feeling very well. But I would like to invite all my followers to make yourself a follower on my blog. If you look off to the left you will see I have 19 of you there and I know I have many more then that.

So I hope to be feeling better tomorrow and be able to write with out the fuzzy head.

Good night

Incentive

 I have been dieting for quite some time. And it is really hard around the holidays. So Master C thought he would give me an incentive… I figure it would be a gift….a reward that would motivate me to work hard on my goal.

So all I have to do is lose 10 pounds by December 25th. I had 1 month to do it. But instead of a wonderful gift I will receive 100 swats for every 1 pound I am over my 10 pound goal. OMG that is major motivation. I have 5 pounds to go. I am exercising and starving to death but I am going to do it. If not I will lose that weight by my ass weathering away from all the punishment I will be getting.

I would ask for your help in achieving my goal but I am sure most of you want to hear how I had to bend over and take it...shame on you all!!

Master C Is Home....

A text message  flashes on my phone stating “meet me in the park” My heart skips a beat. Master C's plane had landed and he was around the corner waiting for me. I slip on my shoes and run out the door. It was late and the park was dark. I walk though the park when I hear his voice. “Hey, over here” I walked toward him; he grabbed me by the waist, kissed my lips. I melted in his arms as he held me. It didn’t take long before I was on my knees undoing his pants and holding his cock in my hands. My mouth was watering for him. I have been waiting for him to come home for so long. I take his cock in my mouth and working my hands and mouth up and down his shaft. He is getting harder by the second. I can feel him pulsating, he is about to cum. I can feel myself getting wetter. As Master C reaches climax I can feel myself getting closer to my own O. Then I feel his warm thick cum rushing down my throat.

I look into his eyes as I stand up and I thank Master C for his gift.

He's Flying Home

Today is the day… the day that Master C comes home. He will be back late but he will be stopping by to say hello. It has been so long and I have been so horny for him. All I want to do is please him and I hope I can do that. I want to blow his mind…any suggestions?

Tomorrows post should be an exciting one. I know lately I have not had much to talk about that will get the blood pumping. So, tonight has to be hot. Keep your fingers crossed for my excitement and ultimate pleasure for him and for me. ;-)

Thought For the Day

A Missed Life

Over the weekend I had a yard sale. I decided to sell all my old horse equipment. I grew up riding horses and later trained them. I would ride for hours, 6 days a week. I loved it. I loved being in control of such large animals with such little movement coming from me. That was the goal… move as little as possible but gain much control of the horses every move. There were times I would just relax on my favorite gray named Fritz. We were in such sync with each other. He would be out in an open field and when he would see me he would walk up to the fence and with out a bridle or rope I would just hop on his back and ride him with only the touch from my legs giving him direction. He was wonderful. I miss riding a lot. Anyone who raises horses or who are around them knows how great that relationship is.

Now I know I talk about having control in this post and that is true when it comes to horses but it my life now I dream of being the submissive one. And I feel for the most part I am but like any animal the wild side does come out in me and I am disciplined for it. ;-) I need Master C to come home from LA before I start to get a little wild. Then again I think he might like to discipline me.

Do All Woman Change?

Do woman change once the relationship moves to a higher level? I was giving a story over the weekend how when this gentleman met his wife she was kinky and submissive and now she is not. That she no longer feels she should be that way. Now he is looking for fun on the side. It is a shame.

Master C said something to me this past weekend. He said that when a Sub becomes a girlfriend that things will change. I don’t think I will but what do you all think?

Internal Struggle

I have many people who follow my blog and this comes from a woman who seems so much like me. She explains my feelings to a tee. I encourage you to read what  she has to say, as it tells my internal struggle with this lifestyle.

Over the years, I've seen many women come on these lists we all frequent, yearning for our lifestyle. And they hunger so much for it, they finally confess to their husbands, hoping to make this secret part of themselves a reality.



Some of them, sadly, don't get their dreams fulfilled. And some of them end up saying goodbye to all their friends on the list, saying that this desire of theirs is so intense, so hard to live with, that they need to leave. They need to put all thoughts of the lifestyle out of their head and pray to God they can find happiness without it. They hope, fervently, that they can forget this lifestyle forever.


Many of those women come back, eventually. Because it's not just a thing you can forget.


I've tried forgetting this lifestyle, too. For the past couple years, Mister Sir has been working on a ship in the ocean for much of the year. He's so far away, I hardly get to see him.

 I confess there are times I've just lost it, saying I wish I'd never heard of spanking, that I wish I never had to write another spanking story again, and that I wish I could just cut this part out of myself.


The desire is so fierce, and when it is unfulfilled, it's just pure torture.


I don't know how to describe this lifestyle to people. I don't know how to explain that even one spank from a man I love can set my whole world to rights, can relax me completely, make me feel grounded and settled and safe.


How can I make someone understand that while I'm a vehement supporter of woman's rights, it thrills me to the core to obey the one I love?


Not getting this part of my life fulfilled is miserable.


I'd venture to say this lifestyle is a bit like being gay. It's just a part of me, has been since first grade, before I had any clue what sex was. No matter what I do, it's part of my makeup. I don't believe it's a part of every woman or that there are any "shoulds" in humanity or the lifestyle, but I do believe it's not something I can cut out of myself.


I feel like I can connect, just a little, with a gay friend who once told me, "Dear God, I tried everything I could to be normal. I would have given my left arm to be normal. If I had been given the choice, I would have chosen to be normal."


I'm not sure I would go so far as to choose to be normal. I love this lifestyle with all my heart. Living without it--both before I met Mister Sir and while he's been gone or otherwise occupied--is probably the hardest and loneliest thing I've ever done.


And because it's a lifestyle normally led in secret, the loneliness must be borne alone, a private ache that no one I know understands. Not even Mister Sir.

Slow and Sensual

It's a quiet Sunday afternoon. We are lying in bed, at right angles, making love slowly, my legs raised so he can lay under them, he is on his side, his cock in my pussy, barely moving in and out, I am rubbing my clit gently, no rush. I feel his finger entering my pussy, now his finger is beside his cock inside me. It feels good, almost like two cocks. He fucks me slowly with both finger and cock for a while, I circle my clit, moaning quietly. Then he pulls his finger out slowly, covered in my wetness. His finger moves down to my arsehole. Circling it, toying with it. There is plenty of wetness dribbling down from my cunt for lubrication. He looks at me questioningly for permission to touch me there, I don't always want to be touched back there unless I have just bathed. Today is fine, I am fresh from the shower. I allow his finger to explore my anus, putting some pressure on the clenched muscle, running his finger over the ridges of my anal opening, exploring, tantalizing me. Slowly his finger enters me. As his cock rocks in and out of my pussy, his finger has a matching rhythm. I feel myself getting wetter, I moan quietly, appreciatively. "I want to you fuck my arse", I ask, throatily. "Do it gently, just as you are now, babe." He withdraws his cock from my pussy and lets it slide down till the tip is touching my puckered hole. Slowly he pushes forward, until the head of his cock is spreading my anus wider, then stops to let me get used to him. "OK, I can take it, give me some more," I whisper quietly.

Trust

Trust….This is a feeling I have a hard time with. I have talked about this in the past but over the past week I have had to deal with this. Over the weekend I was asked to do something for Master C. He has been in LA for a while now and when he gave me a task I did not do it. When he asked me again and I still did not do it…it upset him. Now I am going to face his punishment. He had wanted me to come up with my own punishment but in the end he choose it. He has not told me exactly what that punishment would be but he has asked me to get certain items for him. Some for be for our pleasure and others for my punishment.



I have put my guard down and did do what he asked and I am learning to trust him more and more by the day. I know he would not hurt me physically (you know, not abusive) but I have been hurt so much in my life emotionally by men, I am afraid of letting that happen to me again.


I know this is not fair to Master C and I am making all efforts to change that. I just hope he knows how much I care for him and how much I try everyday to make him happy even though I know I mess up often. I truly do want to be a good Sub for him.

Letter to the Submissive Mistress

Sometimes I get the sweetest emails from my followers that I just have to post it.

You have been providing your readers/followers with inspiration, wild imagination, and detailed accounts of your Submissive Journey for nigh on to two months now. Your blog has become a regular part of my routine.

I have thoroughly enjoyed the pulse and wild openness and willingness to share your experiences with this medium.
You have inspired me to dare to be more ambitious and adventurous in my relationships with Submissive Females. I daresay it appears to be much easier for a Submissive Female to move in and out of relationships than it is for Dom Males.
That being said, it has been really appealing to get the take of your experiences with such firsthand bravado and willingness to try experiences that may not be just any Gal's cup of tea.
I openly empathize when you say how bored you are to not have the advantage of being in the same state or domicile as your Master. I hope that the New Year brings you great joy, bearable pain and pleasure as you move on to a new and freer life.
It amazes me what you juggle daily and I am heartened by your infallible unflappable spirit.
If this makes you smile you are welcome to post it. I love what you do and what you share with us. What a Prize you are.


Mike on New England Seacoast

Thought For the Day: Bound Angel For You

Monday Morning

Its Monday morning and hope all of you had a great weekend. Mine was uneventful. Which in hindsight is probably a good thing. Master C has been in LA for almost a week and I miss him dearly. He made a comment over the weekend on the blog just below. I am curious as to what you all think of it. So please feel free to comment on here or email me.

So like I said I did not do much this weekend. NO SEX, NO MASTERBATION, NO COMPANIONSHIP. I am going out of mind.

Thought For the Day : To Sir With Love

I'm thankful for all that you have taught me,Sir.

Childhood Spanking Memories....

As I child my brother, sister and I would always be spanked if we did something wrong. My father would always do the punishing. We would be sent to our rooms where we would wait for our punishment. My father would come in and not say a word except to bend over (always over our beds) and he would then continue to spank us with the wooden spoon. I can’t tell you how many of those spoons he would break over our butts. The beating always seemed to take forever although my guess now is that it was only minutes. I don’t know about my siblings (because we were always spanked in private) but the spanking always ended in tears for me. For years I hated my father for (what I thought at the time as abuse) for the spankings. I realize now it was not abuse, it was just how kids were brought up at the time.


It is funny how now after all these years spankings are the source of my excitement. Of course when I am being punished for something by Master C all those fears come back for a brief moment. Now Master C has not punished me harshly yet but I am sure my time is coming. I am still waiting for the last punishment he has promised me. And tonight might be that night. He knows waiting is my biggest punisher. The mind game of it all is the harshest of them all.

Thanksgiving

This past week I have done nothing but thinking about myself and how bad my life has been these past few days. But it is Thanksgiving and there is a lot for me to be thankful for….



My kids…They are the most incredible gifts anyone could ask for.


Master C… I’m glad I was able to meet someone like him.


My blog… Is my day to day release.


My followers… Without all of you my blog would be worthless.


My friends…Old or new, I’m glad you are there for me.


There are many things to be thankful for. I know I didn’t mention all of them. I wish all of you a Happy and safe holiday.


P.S. I am on a diet so please…every one of you eat a piece of pie for me then email me what kind of pie you had. I need my fix somehow. LOL

Moving Day Can't Come Soon Enough

Just under 1 ½ months before I am able to move out and be free from my ex boyfriend. The time seems to be dragging on and on. I think this past weekend John has come to realize that I am not joking and I am leaving. I started to go through the rooms and throw out what I can. I need to downsize a lot. I am going from a 4 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom. It is not easy. The good thing is, I can now come and go as I please. And Master C and I can be together without having to be questioned every time I leave the house. I will finally be able to live the life I have been fantasizing about for years. This is a big step for me but one I know I have to take. Thank you to all of your advice and support. Those who have been following me since the beginning know how much you have meant to me. Wish me luck!

Thought for the Day

8 Orgasms

Last night I met up with Master C. He has a vacant apartment so we went there for a bit of a quickie. There is nothing in the apartment…just a floor and an open window. Master always gives me orders before we even meet and this time was no different. He wanted me to take off his pants and get on my knees. We started off with me giving him oral sex. After that he had me stand up and take down (not off) my pants and panties and had me turn around and hold on to the window sill. He is so wonderful… within a minute he had me cuming as he was fucking me. Then he moved to my ass. I had not had anal sex in quite some time and I didn’t think his cock would go in. But he forced himself and it hurt like hell but once in he had me cuming two more times. The O’s would not stop. He fucked me on the floor missionary, doggie style, then oral to him, and missionary again. Master C is an animal. His shows his age by the experience he has.



In the end he was on the floor and I jerked him off until he cam. I took it all in my mouth and swallowed. I am really starting to enjoy taking his gift in this way. Thank you Master for the 8 orgasms you had given me.

Thought of the Day

Pain Sluts

Pain Sluts…This is a term I have heard about since I started with this D/s lifestyle. My guess is that this means there are woman out there who enjoy pain and torture. This is a hard thing for me to understand. I do like pain but not in the extreme. Now being a sub I know pain comes with the territory and I do not use safe words. And I will accept punishment when my Master thinks it is deserved. But I do not enjoy pain being inflicted on me as a way of having fun.


But I do enjoy being my Master’s little slave, to do as I have been told and to please him in any way possible. I know that he is not pleased with me at times because of my situation at home (this I posted about last week) but I want him to know that if I could change things right now, I would. For I adore you very much.

Thought Of The Day

All my life people have known me as an independent, strong willed, stubborn woman. Deep down all I have ever wanted was to be a sweet, open, submissive, a sex slave. And after years of fantasy I am now living this life secretly. I feel like a double agent. And only you, my followers, know who I really am. I don’t know if I am living a dream now or am waking up from one. This is the dilemma I face. Are you living the same way?? Do you think that most subs are facing the same issues?

Long Sleepless Night

For the past 4 years I have had such problems with not being able to sleep. I think it has something to do with the birth of my son but I don’t want to blame him for my sleeping problems. Maybe its stress, maybe it’s the fact I used to get up with the baby 5 times a night and I’m now used to it. Who knows? I now take a mild sleeping pill at night and it really seems to help but last night I woke up about 2:30 and could not fall back to sleep. And after lying there for over an hour I realized how horny I was. My son decided to sleep in my bed so I wasn’t able to help myself so I went out in the other room with my lap top. I ended up looking at porn sites. And for the next 30 minutes I got real sleepy. I guess these porn sites don’t excite me like they once did. I got bored and put me right to sleep. What do you think? I think we need something different.

The Movies

It was 12:00 and we walked into the almost empty movie theater. We headed up to the last row and took our seats. We are there to see Paranormal. And yes, movies like this freak me out. Anyway, the previews started and Master C was already down my pants. Playing with my clit and sticking his fingers deep inside me. I was already wet and so horny. It had been a week since we were last together. He backed off a little when the movie started giving me time to play with him. I reached over and started to play with his cock. I can tell he had been horny as well. I started off slow but before I made him cum he started on me…Making me cum by playing with my clit. My breath is short and getting louder but I try to stay quite so we are not noticed. And he did it. He made me have my big O. It was incredible. By this time I am moving my hand faster on his cock. I can hear low moans coming from him and then he erupts. So I bent over him and started to suck. I wanted him to be proud of me for swallowing without being asked or forced. I did this for him. He gave me his gift and I took it from him.



The movie was about ½ way over so we watched it together and I lightly played with his cock. It was the most arousing movie I had ever gone to ;-)

A Walk In The Park... Boston

Last night was cold and wet so my Master and I did not get together. It was disappointing but the promise that I will see him this weekend brings me hope.... I was looking through some old files and came across this story of my first real love. He wrote this story shortly after this event happened. It was several years ago now but I have always treasured it. And it reminds me of what last night should have been. This story takes place in the fall in Boston.... 


The evening had come to pass after a long joyful day of love making. We had teased each other from afar for so long, with late night phone conversations that continued into the dawn. The shyness that new lovers fell was absent from our first encounter. There was a feeling of familiarity about her, but the total excitement of the first sex was fully present as we dove into the soft linen sheets.

As we strolled through the park, I was startled at how beautiful she was against the autumn dusk, with her hair reflecting the color of the changing season. I could feel my life changing with the season, and I knew I would never feel the same again about myself or the world. This girl was special, maybe too special for me, a lost wretched soul.


We stopped in front of a group playing pickup basketball. In the dim light, we could see the peasant folk walking their dogs for the night and enjoying the few remaining pleasant nights before the scourge of winter.


She abruptly stopped and took my hand in hers. I could feel her life beating through her veins faster and faster as our lips touched. I remember feeling her hands on my body, working down my back gently measuring every inch like she was drawing a map to my heart.


I looked into her eyes and I could see the vastness of her soul through those eyes, stretching out like some undiscovered land. I wonder if anyone had ever explored her soul and what they found, what would I find if I dared to enter.


She sat down on the bench and looked up at me with a sinful grin. She pulled out my cock and looking around to see that people were watching, she took it into warm, wet mouth. My cock immediately came to life and seemed to grow larger with each breath.


I could hear her breathing becoming deeper and faster as she licked my swollen head. The basketball players were now stopped and watching intently as she moved her tongue around my balls.

A pair of well-dressed dog-walkers, were now stopped 10 feet from us with their mouth's wide open, as I shot a huge load into her inviting mouth. She continued her soft sucking until I was soft.

She looked up at me and laughed and began to playfully run away. I caught up to her, wrapped her in my arms and whispered into her ear… "I think I have always loved you".

Tonight Part II

 I just found out that I might not be getting it tonight. How frustrating!!. My Master loves to keep me waiting. He loves controlling my sexuality and my mind. I think it gets him off. I will have to let you know if I cam in the park or alone in my bed. I am so horny now and wet thinking of what could happen tonight

Tonight

It has been 5 days since I have been with my Dom. Tonight I am hoping to break that cycle. We are going to meet in the park. With no lights and lots of trees, we should have no problem being discreet. Of course my sounds during sex can get quite loud. He has this way of making me lose all control over my body. He can get me to tremble within minutes and then again a short time there after. It is exciting, heart pounding, and erotic. Tonight the temperature should drop a bit and I wonder will that will play into the excitement.

Venting

Anyone who knows me, know that I lead a very complicated life at the moment. I am writing about this because so many of you want to know why I struggle within myself so much. So I am using my blog to vent just a little…


I currently live with my ex boyfriend. I live with him until the lease on my other house is up and I can move back in there. This is a very difficult situation because I have a Master now that I adore but because of my living situation I need to thread carefully. And to top it off, I am looking for a new job because my boss is bipolar and refuses to take his meds and makes my work life a living hell.


But with all of that, I want to tell all of you that I enjoy writing this blog everyday. I get the greatest joy hearing from all my followers from all over the world. I love the audience and love reading all the different comments that inspire me to write everyday.

The Walk Home

After a pleasant dinner with friends, full of suggestive jokes and risque banter, you and I flirting all night, touching each other under the table, we walk home, laughing, hugging, stopping along the way several times to kiss, grope each other, giggling. We turn the corner onto a quiet street. You lean me against a lamppost while we embrace. I have on a leather skirt. You are kissing my neck, biting lightly, and you slide my hand down and pull up my skirt, running your hand up my thighs, feeling my ass. I am groaning, hugging you tighter, your hot breath in my ear as you whisper your desires to me. "I want to fuck you right here, on the street.” My pussy is so wet. I want your hard cock deep inside me now. God, I'm so fucking horny! My hands are rubbing the front of your pants, feeling your hardness through the material. Your hand finds the elastic of my underwear, pulling my panties down, feeling the warm dampness between my thighs, you slide my panties down to give you access. You fingers explore my moist pussy, first one, then two fingers… Now I am really getting excited, your mouth finds mine, our tongues entwined. I reach down and unzip you jeans, feeling your hard erection, releasing it from its constricting confines.... You lift me up, sliding against the lamp post, then you position yourself at the entrance of my awaiting, wet, pussy. It takes a little wiggling around, then you feel the opening and left me onto you, engulfing your hardness completely. With both hands holding my ass cheeks, slowly, you raise and lower me. My legs wrapped around you, the lamppost providing a little support. My ass is completely exposed now. I am moaning, "oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, I'm so fuckin' wet"… Just then a car turns the corner, and slows as it sees us. A couple of college kids are in it, they let out loud wolf whistles. They stop, watching us fuck under the streetlight. This just encourages me, I love an audience I am squeezing you tight, moaning harder, You feel my thighs start to tremble, I am cuming, we fuck faster, the contractions of my PC muscles on your cock are having their effect, You are cuming too, as you groan and moan, Your hot cum squirts deep inside me. Slowly, as your cock shrinks, I slide off, you lower me to the ground, my legs are shaky after the powerful orgasm, you hold onto me, we kiss passionately. The kids in the car cheer and drive off, I wave to them. We rearange our clothing, and walk home hand in hand, while you whisper what you are going to do to me in round two when we are home in bed.

He's Home!

I had not had an O in 2 weeks. I was horny and needed it bad. My Master just got back from a long business trip and I met him at noon in a vacant apartment that he owns. I know I was there for him. To make him happy and satisfied but I could not wait to see him.

Earlier in the week I got myself into a bit a trouble and I knew once I saw him I would have to take my punishment with his belt. Thankfully, he was as horny as I was and I stripped naked then I stripped him. For the time being my punishment was forgotten about.

We were having a good time…We were on the floor, I was mostly on top and he was controlling my O’s. It was a little frustrating to me, but after a while it was a great feeling. I cam several times and each time was greater then the last.


Then came the finale… he gave me a piece of him. He filled me up, gave me a kiss…then it was time to go.


Thank you My Master for your gift.

The Weekend

For those of you who have been following me for a while then you know I do not post on the weekends. So Have a great one and I will see you all on Monday. Love ya 

One Horny night

I don’t know if it is the emails that I get from my followers or the fact that my Master has been away for so long but the other night I woke up at 2:30 am so horny. I could not get back to sleep so I decided the only way to get my beauty rest was to take out my magic wand and pleasure myself.

It does not insert but just lays on my clit. It is powerful and sends a high speed charge through my body and makes me tingle. It works fast so my fantasy has to be one of a fast quickie that takes over immediately. So my thinking was I had gotten in big trouble and was sent to my room. My big and assertive Master turns me around and bends me forcefully over my bed and after a short spanking he fucks me from behind. Fast and hard just how I like it, then I cam.


The vibrator did as its job with perfection. I am relaxed, tired and I fall asleep.

A Rainy Day

The room is dark, no sun
We lay on the bed,
listening to the rain pitter-patter on the roof
Nothing to do today but snuggle

I ruffle my hands through your hair
And lean over to kiss you deeply
You pull me close, our bodies touch
It feels perfect, natural to be so close


It does not take much,
just my silky touch
to make your cock erect
I see it rise,
and to my surprise,
you lean over me
and I swallow it, whole


I am slow, gentle
You lay back, enjoy the pleasure
I lick up and down,
slithering my tongue
Occasional trips to your balls
It feels so good to you

I pick up speed,
I feel your hardness intensify
As I suck harder, your breath quickens
I feel the surge building
As the spurt begins, I lift my head up
It hits my cheek
And runs down my chin
I simply grin.
as I lick my lips.

Need A New Employment Opportunity

I know I have many followers out there who enjoy reading my blog but I need a favor if any of you can help me out…. I am looking for a new employment opportunity. I am currently working as an executive assistant / property manager. I have over 5 years at my current company and I have 10 years experience as a social worker. I live in South Florida and would like an opportunity to interview with you or your company. Please email me and I will send you my resume. Thank you

My Apology

Swallowing is something that I have always had an issue with… I’m not sure why it is such an issue. Maybe it’s the taste, the texture, or just a mind thing. I know some woman have no problem with it but for me there is anxiety over the whole thing. And to my Master I am sorry that I am hesitant about doing it. I promise in the future I will and will do it without being asked. This is my apology to you.


From my Master “You should never have to be asked or told it should just be done, like being fucked in the ass..Did I ask you if I could. NO, I just did it. “

I am driving all day to help a Sibling today....Watch for new post on Tuesday!

My GYN Appointment

The other day I told a couple of my followers I had an appointment with my gyn for a routine checkup and they thought it would be a good idea for me to post about it. This is not something I would normally do but as I was in waiting room my blog jumped into my head once again.


I have to put my 2 cents worth in before I start…Any man who complains when a doctor sticks their finger up your ass for a second or 2 should step into a woman’s world for a day. I had to step into a small room that was freezing, and completely strip naked, with no protection except for this little paper gown that wouldn’t fit a child. I had cold metal instruments that spread me open and fingers shoved deep inside me. OK…Its not as bad as I am making it sound…all I am saying is if I am going to have some one fondle me down there I should be getting off on it..LOL



Anyhow, it was a routine exam and I am better then fine. Hope all my pervert followers out there enjoyed my post today. Just kidding :-) Love you all

The Lunar Eclipse

It was a warm, breezy summer night. My man and I went down to a beach a few miles out of town, to swim and later, watch the lunar eclipse. There were a lot of people on the beach, some had their camping chairs there, some, like us, had a rug spread out. Evening fell and the moon rose, light streaming across the bay, highlight the waves as they rolled in. The breeze still blowing, the clouds floated quickly across the sky, blocking the moon, bringing darkness as if a dimmer switch was turned slowly. Then as the clouds blew by, the moon would once again cast its stream of light across the water towards us.


 I was wearing a bikini top and shorts. We started  making out, cuddling and kissing. His wandering fingers would brush over my pussy, and I was wet, I am sure there was a clear circle of dampness... I could see out of the corner of my eye some people around us watching, smiling as we went at each other like young lovers. I didn't mind, I like people to watch.


As the sun and moon drew closer together, the skies began to darken. As we were far out of town there is no glow from streetlights, and the beach became pitch black. I started to fondle his cock, feeling him harden instantly. His hands reached inside the crotch of my shorts, his fingers exploring my wetness. I rolled him on his back, pulled down his shorts, and let his cock spring up, and immediately engulfed it in my mouth. His cock is average length, but thick and beautiful, circumcized....He moans quietly, his hands on my head, playing with my hair, forcing me down on him. I taste his pre-cum I know I don't have long before the darkness lifts, so I dip my finger in my wet pussy (oh god, that feels good) then wet it and push against his tight arsehole. There is not much resistance, he loves me to finger him there and my finger slides in, all the way, I put pressure on his prostate as I suck him off... he is forcing my head up and down, fucking my mouth, I fuck his ass with my finger, he is groaning loudly now, and he unloads himself in my awaiting mouth.  


As I sit up, I realize the eclipse is over, people around can see us clearly, they start laughing and whispering, god knows what. I stand up fix my clothing and grab our things. This night was amazing.

The Submissive

She stands there tall, proud,
nipple's erect,
eyes glowing,
sweat pouring,
charged with
sexual energy.


Each stroke of the lash
takes her higher.
Slowly her body goes limp,
all feeling gone,
to that place that allows
her to be free.


The weight of her body falls
against the chains
that bind her.
There is no resistance left
in her, as he takes
her body and bends it to
his will....

Swallowing

Why is it that men love when women swallow? In the 36 years I have been alive I had only done this once. It was several years ago and swore never to do this again. But recently I was forced to do so. And I have got to say…It wasn’t as bad as I remembered. It took me a while to get it down and yes some of it did leak out…but when I am forced to do something it turned me on greatly. I am not sure why this is because I hate to be forced but it is so erotic. Now when my Master says to suck his cock I know that I have to do it until he is bone dry.

How Do You Punish

This is a post for all the Dom’s that read my blog. I need to know your thoughts on a situation… I know in the D/s world that punishment is the way of life when a rule is broken. I get that and understand it. What I want to know is…. What is the punishment that you prefer to give your submissive? What is worse then the pain inflicted? Do you make her wait? Or do you tell her how and when? Does the punishment turn you on? Do you have sex with her before or after the punishment?

For those of you who know my email please email me your comments to me or you can post them below.


For all the Submissives out there who read my blog…How do you feel about being punished? Please give me details of your experiences.

My New Boss

I dont write much fantasy but this came into my head and I just had to post it. ENJOY 


I am currently working as your executive assistant and as part of my duties I have been asked to get important reports to your shareholders by 1:00 today. I know they are important but I have a lot on my mind and I could not get them out until 3:00. The phones won't stop ringing--- they are trying to call you to complain. Of course I am unaware of this and you took it upon yourself to call the IT guys to track what I have been doing on my computer and it seems you caught me chatting with a man in a very sexual manner.

You call me into your office and lay out a printed copy of my emails. Told me I was going to lose my job for using company property to have Internet sexual relations. And on top of that the shareholders are very upset I was so late on their reports. I start to cry and tell you " I am sorry." "Please I need my job" You turn to me and say there is nothing he can do that you cant have this type of behavior going on in your office. " I understand but if there is something I can do to make it up to you Sir?"

"Well, I could give you a second chance but the punishment will be severe. Would you be willing to accept that punishment?"

"What's the punishment?" I look at you with embarrassed eyes.

" No, I will not tell you. You will just agree and go back to your desk and come and see me at 5:00 when the rest of the office goes home... Will you agree?"

"Yes Sir, I will do as you ask of me. I am committed to you and your company" I walk out of your office with my head down. I have no idea what you have planned but if I can keep my job for such a great company I would be grateful.

The next couple of hours are agony. I have a pit in my stomach. I just want this over with. The other girls in the office keep walking up to me with these sympathetic eyes. I don"t know why they do that. It's making me nervous.

Its 5:00 and the office is empty except for me and you. I knock on your door "Come in"

"Sir, You wanted to see me" I say softly

"Yes, Please stand in front of my desk"

"Yes Sir"

" I want you to do exactly what I ask..no questions. Agree?"

"Yes Sir"

" I want you to pull up your skirt and bend over my desk."

"But Sir"

"No Questions, or you will be on your way. " you said firmly.

Now I know why the other girls were giving me that look. They all must have been though this same experience. So I decided to do as you ask. I pulled up my skirt, Im warring nothing but a thong underneath feeling every exposed and I bend slowly over the desk. I hear the sound of your belt being slid out of your pant hoops. I cant no believe I am doing this. Is a job worth this? ...Yes it's worth it.

And without much warning and not saying a word SMACK (I think my eyes are going to pop out) SMACK (Shit) SMACK (tears are forming) SMACK (My bottom is on fire) SMACK (I yelped a little) SMACK (Oh my god, I cant take much more) SMACK (crying) SMACK "Please, Im sorry Sir" SMACK "SORRY" (crying loudly) SMACK "Pleeeese"

"Get up and compose yourself"

I stand up and fix my skirt, I'm looking at the floor. Still crying

"I am never going to speak of this again. You have a clean slate do not screw up. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry..Thank you Sir" I walked out of the office got my things and went into the restroom. I looked in the mirror at my very bruised and welted ass. Ouch! it really hurts but for some reason I am never felt so alive. I think you, my new boss... I know that you care so deeply about your company that you must be sure I will be a team player.

What Am I In To???

This morning I was emailed, asking me what was I in to…. pain, bondage, just being submissive. I would have to say that I am into making my man happy. If he is turned on and he is pleased with me then I am happy. And if that involves pain or bondage then that is what I will take. I have been tied up and hit with canes and belts and the pain was awful but when it gets him off then I get off on that. So, what does that make me??? I am not sure…I guess that might be defined as a sex slave. You tell me?

I Need You

I haven't been fucked in so long, I need to come sooo badly. The wind outside is howling, but here in my cozy bedroom, I lay on my bed, naked, fantasizing about you, your hardness inside me, the heat as we make love... my hand is touching my pussy now, my fingers spreading my opening wide, carressing my nub, ready for your thick, long, throbbing dick to plunge inside me... but you are not there. Tonight you are hundreds of miles away. No use to me at all. I have to do something to ease the tension, I need to masturbate, I need an O, a big O, and I need it now. My fingers are frantically thrusting into my soaking wet pussy, but it's not enough. I want you, I want to feel you inside me. Stretching me, filling me with your cock, pounding me ... Where are you when I need you? I reach into the drawer where our tools of sex are kept, I pull out the big dildo, it's almost the same size as you, eight inches of hardness, but it doesn't feel the same.  Please come to me.

Viewer Email

You are so open and so expressive. Making love to you as a Lover must be an incredible experience. Your writing style draws your reader intimately by your side transforming us from the voyeurs to the Lover you long for and lust after.

You are inspirational and deserve great soaring heights of success and happiness. Hopefully some of it achieved right here with new raving fans chanting in accolade, "Give us more, Reina!"

Michael

Missing You

Before RT was in my life I hadn't had sex in almost a year and hadn't slept in the same room with him  for 3 years. This is what I would think about...maybe you all can understand how I felt. Expecally, those who have wives that aren't very intrested in sex anymore.

I miss you. I miss waking up with your early morning hardon pressing into my bottom as we spoon. I miss the leisurely fucking that almost always follows. I miss the days when I pretend to remain asleep and enjoy your fingers exploring my pussy and arsehole. I miss those days when I wake early, and draw the sheets back gently to see your stubbly face, your naked body, your hairy chest, your dark nipples, your cock nestling peacefully in its curly nest. I miss taking it in my mouth, feeling its softness turn slowly to a raging hardon as I suck it slowly, waking you gently. I miss the grin that spreads across your face as, eyes still closed, you realize what is going on. I miss the way you pretend you are still asleep while enjoying my ministrations, the tell-tale gentle thrusting up to meet my mouth as I devour your cock. I miss the moment when all pretense is over and you open your eyes, and I know that the moment is near. I miss that moment when I stop sucking your rigid cock and move up to straddle it. To slide your big thick cock slick with my saliva into my dripping pussy. I miss starting to fuck you while rubbing my clit furiously. When you reach up and pinch and twist my hard nipples, while trying to hold back your orgasm till I've come. I miss that moment when my pussy begins to spasm, and I ride you hard, finally you give yourself permission to release your jets of thick cum deep inside me. When I collapse onto your chest, and kiss you deeply, feeling your cock soften inside me. I miss those morning fucks. Singular masturbation is nice, but it just doesn't do it for me like you do. I miss you so.

SEX

SEX… The word from what I see means two different things. For men it is an act that defines who they are. I think for most men sex is great with the person they love and care about but when it comes down to it, men will just do it with anyone they might be remotely attracted to. But sex for a woman is about what leads up to the act. It is all about how they get there. Whether it is dinner and a movie with her man or really good conversation. This is not to say woman don’t have one night stands but it tends to be with someone whom she has some sort of connection with.

I myself, love sex…. I love how it makes me feel. I love that I feel closer to my man when I have it. And like most woman I have to have a clear and strong connection to the man that I lie down with.

What do you think? Am I right about men and woman? I would love to know your thoughts about this subject.

Viewer Email

Sometimes I like to post comments or eamils that I get from my viewers. This is an email I got the other day that sums up my feelings about this blog...Goog Job D

The first thing I can tell you is that you are certainly not alone in feeling the way you do. I have personally known many strong feminist women who enjoyed being submissive in sex. It could be said to be part of the genetic female experience.

All humans have two parts to the brain; one part is the animal part which controls our basic insticts (fear, domination ...) and the other part is the intellectual part makes us civilised. As a man, my animal brain would love to drag any female in sight back to my cave and to ravage her on the floor. Unfortunately my intellect gets in the way, and I make charming conversation instead...

Anyway........................ how exciting to discover this inner burning that you know you will cede to one day soon. You are dying to experiment, but you don't know who with......

D

Farewell

For those of you who have noticed I have not been posting about RT over the past week. That is because things have ended between us. We are not on bad terms, it happened because of my personal situation that I can not go into on here. So this is my final farewell to RT. I had a great time and a wonderful experience.

Below is the paddle that was used on me several times. I hate that paddle and was only used as punishment. I wish never to see it again in person but thought it would excite some of you to see and to read RT's take on this very big and painful implement.  

Paula Dean--The Great Equalizer

Paula Dean is a biker and general rough girl but she could never imagine, I think, that her presentation cutting board would ever become what I call The Great Equalizer! It is a perfect paddle. Not to cause a lot of sting but to cause lasting soreness. It is heavy, very very heavy which puts me in a difficult position since I hate to work for my pain offerings but with it just swinging it is work! It is long enough to cover both cheeks if you want and thin enough to hurt more than a wider paddle but its weight that makes it a great paddle. As you can see from the photo to add more insult I have not even remove the price tag to let her know that she is getting it from a Walmart specials rack so I did not even spend too much on her torture, just a little be more to cheapen the beating!


Why do I call it The Great Equalizer? Well she is afraid of it and after or before the beating I like to have her serve cookies or something on it so that she has to see she did not even deserve a proper paddle and is being beaten with an off the rack serving cutting board! I relish bringing it out because just seeing it she gets nervous. It is a ton of fun for me because the temporary immediate pain is adequate but the aching pain lasts 2-3 days because of the way it works. She remembers me for several days and by the time it comes to the next beating her ass still feels a little of the last one. All misbehaving or behavior medication puts me as her ruler the second I mention The Great Equalizer because it puts her in a very obedient mood.


So go off to Walmart and buy one for yourself. Nothing like serving your friends and family on it because it makes a beautiful presentation and then putting it on your sub’s ass at the end of the evening, or in my case before and after so the memories are very longing for my sub. I am sure your sub will not thank me for this “cooking” tip, but you will! Afterall us Dom’s have to trade a few torture recipes don’t we?

Erotic Movie Review

 I watched a movie with Master C a few weeks ago called The Story Of O, and he wanted my review on it. So here is what I was thinking...


 You told me this morning that it is the thrill of the unknown that excites me. I have to say that this is very much true. The woman in the movie said that very same thing. She was about to be raped by Seth and she was bent over the sofa and her thought was to leave, she was frightened and humiliated but it was the thrill on how the story will end that excited her so much. I believe it is that same thrill that keeps me going on with the pain that you inflict. I do not like the pain. I am not very good at handling it. I am ashamed that I can not even remain standing bent over for you to finish your session on me. It gives me such conflicting feelings that I prefer just not deal with it. But as I said before it is years of fantasy and the excitement of the unknown that compels me to push forward and do as you ask of me.


I really liked the movie. Probably for different reasons then you. The first reason is stated above. Secondly, I liked that she was so willing to take what ever it was her Master was telling her to do. She never seemed scared although she most likely was. Thirdly, she lived on the the love of her Master. When the loved stopped she was willing to move on and accepted the love of someone else. On the visual part of the movie, it was very hot and sexy. I liked the beginning where he had the woman take her clothes off in the car. Then the stay at the castle.
Later that night, after the movie, I know that I was a baby about the paddle. It was so awful but afterwards when you would hold me and rub my ass. I felt very close to you. It seems the more you hit me the more I love your closeness. Yes, you still frighten me but deep down I trust you a great deal. 

I recommend this movie to all Doms and subs if you haven't seen it already. Enjoy!!

Greek Vacation

This is purly fantasy but I thought I would share it with all of you. This story was very erotic in my head because I love to watch others doing the deed.

We are on a dream vacation in the picturesque sunwashed town of Santorini in Greece. We have just woken up, and are having breakfast on the balcony of our villa. The vista is amazing, the whitewashed villas seemingly randomly built over the hillside. Below us, we can see the patios of other villas. You nudge me and point to the patio below us. A man and a woman are naked - the man is leaning over the woman who is lying on a chaise long. They are gorgeous, suntanned, firm bodies, the woman has no tan lines, and has obviously been soaking up the sun. The man is beside her on his knees and they kiss, a long, deep french kiss, his hands wander over her body.

We watch intently as he moves down her body, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples lightly. We can hear some faint moaning as his tongue glides down her body. She is mostly clean shaven with a small tuft of black hair, and he movies down to lick her pussy, he positions himself between her legs... we can see his tongue working its magic, the girl is playing with her nipples, squeezing her breasts. She is speaking to him in French, telling him what to do.... her moans get louder, he is fingering her as he eats her, his tongue alternating between deep plunges into her vagina and licking around her labia... she starts to come, she is noisy, "i suis là ne s'arrêtent pas" which means "i am there, don't stop"... he works his magic on her till her moans subside.

She grins, looks at him naughtily as she turns over on her stomach. "Baise-moi dans le cul..." - fuck me in the ass. He stands up, we see his cock is long and hard, his lean muscular body. He reaches over, grabs some sun tan oil, and pours it down her crack, then applies some to her asshole. Slowly he wiggles a finger into her tight hole. He looks up, sees us watching, grins, ad whispers to his girlfriend. She looks up and sees us too. She smiles. She obviously enjoys being watched.

Trust

I believe there are many aspects to building trust in a relationship. I do believe that respect is essential. If you lose respect for your partner, you will eventually lose the trust. Communication is important, but can be meaningless without complete honesty. If you have open, honest, meaningful communication, trust can grow and strengthen. Forgiveness is also very important. We all mess up sometimes. We say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, or hurt our partners sometimes without even knowing it. We must be able to divulge and forgive. No holding grudges! In my experience, the grudge holding can start a chain reaction that can severely damage respect and trust between two people.

As for spanking, I do believe the trust must be there before you engage in this activity. I also believe it can strengthen the trust, love and respect you have for your partner and bring you closer together as a couple and as friends. I have only expirenced a small part of this lifestyle but I know it is something I need to explore more.

Mystery

A little amount of mystery can be truly exciting. Like getting a big boxed gift for Christmas. But a big amount of mystery, especially for a sub, is erotic, sexy, adventurous. The thought makes me hot and extremely wet.



Think about this.... A walk in the park, its late at night, a man walks up behind me and tells me to close my eyes and not to open them. His voice is sexy. His dominance strong. He takes hold of my hair and tells me to suck his cock. I give little whimpers of pleasure as he tells me how he wants it. It brings me to the brink of orgasm as he explodes himself. Its one of the most erotic experiences of my life..never seeing him, only the promise of another day.

Quotes

I want to share some of the quotes that some of you wrote. Thank you to all who are enjoying my writings.

Just read your blog and it's damn sexy...i really love erotic stories cause the mind is so important. the seduction or the detail of the way we can be seduced has such importance for what 's gonna happen next. The all life is sexy....have fun.

-stephane



Your sexual highs have been transferred over to me through your willingness to share your personal adventures.It is like I am there and feeling the same things you are!!!!! wow ---great stuff.


- Richard


Do you feel like an exhibitionist with it yet----------- it is intensely personal and erotic. I feel like I am waiting for my turn to intensely pleasure you.

-Michael

Very interesting stories of sorts. They all had one thing in common. They were both detailed and vague at the same time. You said a lot yet you said nothing. Well done.

-QCLC

I read the first page and it's really sexy. It feels very personal, and I will enjoy reading about how this relationship progresses. It turns me on to read how turned on you are getting by being dominated

- Mike

Remember by giving away all of your self power is the way you truly become powerful.


-thet3k

The Voice

What is it about a certain men's voice that can turn me on? I hear it and instantly I am wet. I get quite, my head starts to spin. I wish that he were next to me. What is it about the dominance in a man's voice that gets me weak in the knees? I love when the voice is strong and authoritative. It’s just so Sexy! So Hot! So Loving! Its Just Soooo Right!!!!

Inspirational

Inspiration is a word I heard a few times this past weekend. I mentioned last week I went to Orlando. I went to meet my birth father after 32 years. This was a hard trip for me. My father left my mother and me when I was very young without any support from him. So this trip was to get some answers that I had been longing for, for a long time. And that did happen for me and I forgive him for what he did. He seems very remorseful and has found god and good friends to support him. My father (I call him Michael) took me to his church, not usually my thing, but I went and there were about 100 or so people there who at the moment I arrived knew Michael’s story and knew me. We were brought up on stage and the pastor had made an entire sermon about our story and how I came about to find Michael and how Michael went from being homeless and no family to his life turning around when I got in contact with him. They say our story is inspirational. So all and all it was a good trip. It made me think about how my life turned out. I had a good childhood and a great life so I guess I should thank him for that.

My First Threesome

 Anyone who knows me will tell you I am shy by nature. I wonder at times how it is that I get myself into these sexual situations. I lot of the times I need to be told how and when to do such acts. Quite a few years ago I had my first threesome encounter. I was extremely nervous but it turned out to be one of my most erotic sexual experiences of my life.

My guy John picked me up at my house about 9 in the evening. He's 6 foot, a construction worker, ruggedly handsome and strong. He told me to be dressed to kill, as we were going to a pool / swing party at a hotel down by the beach. So I took a shower, shaved all my private places (he liked my pussy completely shaved, ready for his tongue). I got out of the shower, put my hair up and did my makeup. Back then, I was 28, 5'5", 115 lbs. I was dressed in a pink short dress with a black ribbon that tied around my waist with 3" high heel shoes. (Steve Madden sandal style, I love those shoes).



Anyway, looking sweet, John and I got into the car and drove to the beach. It was warm but windy outside. Like it gets when a storm is coming in off the ocean. The waves were pretty high but luckily we were headed to the sheltered penthouse. There was a pool and a bar up there with a DJ in the corner. I was surprised by the type of people there. Some were stunning but a lot of them were normal looking people. Husband and wife types, mostly 35-55. There were people in the pool swimming nude - one couple older, and one extremely beautiful couple, the blond swimming on her back, her large breasts above the surface. A couple getting close in the corner, their hands obviously playing with each other. There were three couples in the hot tub, playing with each other and giggling. I could hear sexy chit chat from the people at the bar and from the tables that surrounded the pool, as people remarked on the sexy outfits and made suggestive comments.


John left me sitting near the pool to get us drinks, and I watched the people in the pool. It was very erotic watching them, I do love to watch. John returned and an attractive young woman approached the table, said hi to John, smiled at me. Turns out John had invited her, too, and had not told me his plan. Her name was Jayne and she was about 5'0, 115 lbs and cute. She had to be wearing 5" stiletto heels because when she stood next to me she was almost as tall as I. She seemed quite sexy but I had no idea what was about to happen. We all left the table and I let John lead the way. The weather was getting worse so John suggested we go inside, he had got us a room on the 3rd floor. The three of us walked in... The people outside the room were looking at us with knowing smiles.

Thank You Followers

I love all the emails and comments that you have sent me. I am so pleased that so many of you have taken the time to read about my submissive adventures. This weekend I have something special planned for my blog and hope that you will enjoy it. That is if I can figure out how to make it work on here. LOL


Is there anything that you would like to know about me or about this blog? I would love to do an question/answer segment here.

My First Post October 1, 2009

Many of you have emailed me on how I met RT and how I got into the lifestyle of D/s. So I am reposting my very first post for your review.  


This blog is for my Master RT, as a gift. I want to share my most personal feelings for him and how I got involved in the lifestyle. I am a newbi, that is what RT likes to call me and this is my journey into how I am learning to become his submissive.



Background: I have only known RT for about a month and from the moment I met him I have fallen head over heels. For years I have fantasized about living the life of a submissive, a slave to her man, or simply wanting to be spanked in the bedroom. I am 36 years old with two children and have always led a vanilla lifestyle but have dreamed of something more erotic, loving and disciplining form of a relationship.



RT is a well experienced dominant who has no patience in dealing with someone as new as I. But somehow I have warmed his heart and as you read the stories of our journey together you will see how I am learning day by day how to serve my Master and how my mistakes are punished and my obedience is rewarded.


I look forward in hearing your comments and perhaps suggestions on how I can be a better sub to my man.

Your Ideas

This weekend RT and I are heading to Orlando to spend a nice evening together. He tells me he has a lot of things planned for me. He has giving me subjects to blog about when I get home. His suggestions goes as follows… The use of a steal cane, bondage, asphyxiation. He wants me to explain how I felt about these sessions and about him. RT won’t tell me his plan for the use of such things so that in itself is scary to me.


To all my new followers… What type of sessions would you have planned for your new slave?

Praying Mantis

In my earlier post I write about what it was like for me to be sufficated by RT. The post below is RT's take on the event. I know it is a bit long and for those who like my short posts I encourage you to read on. You won't be disappointed.


I felt like a praying mantis all day. Longing to put her in position and like a praying mantis pouncing my hand over her nose and mouth and literally steal her breath little by little. I knew I would not go all the way until she passed out, I am too afraid because of her medical condition, but I knew I would be able to take her to a new level of sexual excitement. Little did I know that despite of my experience doing this, it would take me there too beyond my usual expectations.



All day I wanted to have her so I could do this to her. I wanted her to experience trust and to experience the excitement of asphyxia in the safety of my hands. I wanted to assume the position so powerful over her. I wanted to lead her into it slowly to scare her and to check her level of trust. Being a massage therapist amongst other kinds of therapies I know muscle tension and I know hesitation tension and I wanted to feel her hesitation or her trust. Not her fear, my words and priming of her mind took care of that. I wanted to gauge her trust in me, although I already knew that when it comes to letting me do things to her she is amazingly permissive. But this was serious and ultra-scary for someone who has only seen her less than 10 times over 1 month. But I believed in her and I felt she believed strongly in me.

Stealing My Breath

There are times when trust is all you have in a person. Trust is the biggest gift I can give to my Master. I am learning that trust is what submission is all about.... Last night put that trust to the test.

My favorite sexual position is the doggie style. I love it when RT is behind me, pounding me. The sensation is incredible. It puts him right there in that spot. It also puts him in a great position to beat me with the cane. He tries to make me cum with the pain and although it takes me longer to do this then it normally does I did do it. I am out of breath when it is over. Feeling the welts on my back sting as I start to relax. RT starts to kiss my back and gives those little bites that I love so much. I feel closer to him with every little kiss. He reaches around me and pulls my arms, criss cross, tight around to my back. This is hurting my shoulders but I lay there taking it. I trust he will not do damage. I know this because he was in the medical field for many years. Anyway, he is laying on my back so I can’t move then he puts his hand over my mouth. I cant breathe. It seems like forever. I am kicking, I can't scream. My body feels hot. I am scared. He is saying things to me in my ear that I am not registering but its freaking me out. My body from my shoulders up is starting to get numb. My energy level is weaker. I can’t see anything.

 RT lets up. I take a huge breath. I cant seem to get enough air. I am freaked out. I am crying. RT hugs me. I am shaking. My body is trembling for what seems like forever. He lays me on his chest. I still can’t catch my breath. RT tells me in a few minutes I will feel such a low that I will get tired and weak. And right on cue he was right. As scary as this was... And the promise of next time he will do it until I black out.. I have never felt so close to him, so alive. I love that feeling. Total trust (although in the moment, I think I lost it) but I do trust him now more then ever.




This is not something I would ever think I would do. We had discussed this for several days before actually doing it. It was consensual although I was not sure when it would happen. The mind game of all of this was the worse torture of all. But this is what I love most of all.

His Point Of View

RT has written some things about me form his point of you. I thought if you liked reading this blog you might like this as well. Let me know what you think. You can leave a comment here or on his. I see them all :-)


http://carrieslove.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-failed-but-i-won.html

Thank You For My Pleasure

My breathing is shorter and my moans louder. I need to cum, I want to cum but just as my O is about to happen WACK! the cane comes down on my back. WACK! WACK! WACK! It hurts so much my O is gone but the pleasure of you in my ass is so great I still want to climax. You stop moving so I push myself back onto you. Then with your thrust once again brings me to the edge again when I feel WACK! with the cane on my ass and WACK! again on my back...over and over again my O is gone but I am going to cum. I have to cum. The pressure to cum is so great that I will do it no matter how much you beat me. Then it happens. I am so hot for you. I am cumming. I feel my legs starting to shake, my body trembling. My breaths are deeper and slower. My head spinning. Thank you my Master, for my pleasure.

Your Gift of Dominance

You asked me a question last night that I had a hard time answering. That is, what makes you choose me? I answered you "I don't know" and that is the truth. I keep thinking about this question... I suppose I find you entertaining, smart, in tuned with me. For years I have had these fantasies of someone like you. Someone who is willing to take control, someone willing to take all responsibility away form me. I have fantasized about being spanked and liking it... The reality is, it is a lot harder then I dreamed. The pain itself was far harder to take and giving up control is not something I am doing well with. With that being said, I still find myself calling you and asking you over. I enjoy your closeness. I like that you want to hug me even though I am not satisfying you.


I get disappointed in myself when I am unable to take anymore pain and you are almost forced to stop. I try to remain your in position as much as possible but at times it's impossible. But you do cut me a break and we continue the session later in the evening. And although I protest I bend over for you because I want to make you proud of me.


In the end, I am glad I was able to take what you have given me and I do see it as a true gift of your dominance.

Proud of you! by RT

Pride takes many forms and has many meanings,
But pride in you emcompasses al forms and meanings,
I am full of pride and that is not always good for a Dom, but I am and I feel great about it!


Thank you for your great gift of :
love,
submission,
pain,
obedience,
your open expression starting with this blog and ending with all that your touches and kisses tell me without words,
and most of all the beautiful and wonderful journey we are taking together!


Tu Amo!

Control

Control is a word I hear a lot when talking to RT. He says I am always trying to take control of every situation. He says that to be a submissive I have to learn to relinquish that control. And to trust what he says because it is for my best interest. Over the past few weeks I have tried very hard to trust his decisions. I do still fight for control... especially when we are involved in one of our sessions. RT calls me a brat but he's been extremely patient with me. Now that we are into week 4 of our relationship I feel that I have gained so much in understanding on how this type of relationship works and the strength that forms into this special bond.

This week I have learned a valuable lesson, one that I will share at another time, but I know now that RT truly cares for me and adores what I have to offer him.Submission and obedience is the one true gift I can give him

Rosy

The Rosy story was the first RT ever written me. I have never knew anyone who was in such tune with my mind and my body like he is. He wrote this after our first meeting. I knew he was someone I had to get to know better. It was not so much what he said to me but how he said it and later how he acted upon what he was saying that had such an impact on me.


Those that saw her never took more than a glance at her. She was remarkably unremarkable at first site. Nevertheless, she was a diamond in the rough that looked more like a regular rock than most rocks do. It took an expert’s eye to see the diamond through the dirt and encrusted rock that covered that beautiful diamond. The second she said 10 words to him, even without seeing her, he knew what she was. He was able to sense the diamond inside her even from afar. She herself thought she was remarkable unremarkable and did not know what she was but what mattered was that he knew.
She did not know she was deeply hurt at one time. She thought she was happy go lucky in most things but he saw the tear in your soul. It was not a bad one but it was there. He had to take care because she was a runner. While her mind and heart did not know how remarkable she was, her soul knew, and it was dying to show her the value she carried inside her. Without knowing, she was dying to find that remarkable ability that most people never get to experience in their lifetimes. That adventure that most only fantasize about because they do not have the courage to live it. However, she did have the courage, just that like most things in her life, she had not been able to exercise it so like a nervous horse she spooked easily and at every shadow. She believed she controlled her own destiny and did not notice that life controlled her far more than she was willing to admit. Because what she saw was what she wanted to see, she saw the story she wrote in her head and not the reality that happened. No she was not blind, dumb, or crazy, she lived a life starved of the excitement she craved and needed, a life controlled by others, a life that was the same day in and day out—a life where she thought she was in control but in reality a life out of her control. To make her face this would be a tough task, yet he was confident he could make her do it!

My First Post

This blog is for my Master RT, as a gift. I want to share my most personal feelings for him and how I got involved in the lifestyle. I am a newbi, that is what RT likes to call me and this is my journey into how I am learning to become his submissive.


Background: I have only known RT for about a month and from the moment I met him I have fallen head over heels. For years I have fantasized about living the life of a submissive, a slave to her man, or simply wanting to be spanked in the bedroom. I am 36 years old with two children and have always led a vanilla lifestyle but have dreamed of something more erotic, loving and disciplining form of a relationship.


RT is a well experienced dominant who has no patience in dealing with someone as new as I. But somehow I have warmed his heart and as you read the stories of our journey together you will see how I am learning day by day how to serve my Master and how my mistakes are punished and my obedience is rewarded.


I look forward in hearing your comments and perhaps suggestions on how I can be a better sub to my man.