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