With three anklebiters in the house, you can imagine that sex and activities associated with such are in short supply. You would be right. What we lack in quality, we damn sure try to make up in quality, and this weekend was a fine example of such.

Friday night was great. The kids went down without a fight, i got my chores done quickly and early, He was pretty chilled out and in a fairly good mood, given that the financial straits have smoothed out considerably. i’d made a point of dressing nicely for Him over the past couple of days, as it had been years and years a week since we’d last gotten nasty. It had been nearly two weeks since i had been allowed to cum. Let’s just say i was feeling a bit hawt to trot. It was getting to the point that i was having sexual dreams, and if i didn’t get release in awake time, i was going to start waking up to sleep-orgasms. i clued Him in on all of this, teasing and being a bit playful.  And i got exactly what i was after -  hot n sweaty rough sex. Mmmmm.

We’d already done the bedtime routine, i knelt for my bedtime recitation and received the night collar. Crawled up in bed next to Him, and He tells me to start suckin’. Lol, this is foreplay in His house. So i do, and wonders of wonders, He’s pretty easy on me and doesn’t fuck my face too badly. Soon enough, He tells me to climb on top. i’ve never been fond of being on top, and it isn’t for any stupid reasons like i feel too dominant or something. i’m not dumb enough to think that i could win a fight, even if i started on top. No, it’s just plain tiring for me to be bouncing around on Him for extended amounts of time. My thighs tremble, my arms get shaky, because i don’t trust myself not to crush Him with my massive weight.

(He’s taken time to prove to me that i won’t crush Him, actually forcing me to place all my weight on Him. Still. The Man will die if i fully lay on top of Him. i consider it a workout like no other.)

Anyhow, so i climb up and He’s taking His sweet time, having me grind down on Him, do my special hip roll that makes Him go nuts, grabbing and pinching my ass, kneading my tits. i’m biting His shoulder and collarbones, breathing on His neck (that drives Him wild) and making all sorts of sounds that i know switch Him from straight hawt sex to “I will melt her body into mine” mode.

He reaches up and grabs the collar. i falter in my bouncing. The last time He had done something direct like that, i  panicked, thinking He was taking it off and releasing me. i watch Him very closely. He tightens His fist on the back of my collar, then pulls the slack tight. i immediately lock eyes with Him, even as i feel the edges of my vision start to flicker and grow dim. i can hear my heartbeat in my head, thick thuds that space farther apart. My cheeks feel so warm, my head feels like it slowly is filling with cotton. i feel myself resigning to the fact that i am going to give out, that He has stolen my breath.  Read more…

I can’t remember if I mentioned it or not, but I’m an official regular guest writer over at Submissive Guide, now.  My first official regular post went up today.  Lol.  It’s just an introduction.

And have y’all seen formspring.me? People can ask you questions there about whatever.  They don’t even have to sign in.  I’m on there if anyone’s got questions.  Or whatever.

Now that that’s out of the way…

The other day, Master walked over and grabbed me by the throat.  He put His lips close to my ear and asked, “What are you?”

“Slave” is no longer the correct answer.  “Property” doesn’t do it for Him either.  “Pig whore” is who and what I am in our dynamic.  And when I answered Him, He responded with “What are you good for?”

There are a billion answers to that.  There’s tons I’m good at.  But that’s not what He’s asking.  He’s asking, when it comes right down to it, what kind of treatment I deserve.  And, my eyes trained on the wall in front of me, I responded plainly, “Fucking and hurting.” with that half-embarrassed smile us girlies tend to get when we’re uncomfortable.  When the danger is crackling in the air.  Our hairs standing on end.

He ordered me into lingerie and leather and then to the floor beside His office chair.  And it was minutes before a tongue bath turned into a blow job.  Seconds before the blow job turned into me on the bed with my ass in the air and Him beating me.

I shot myself in the foot when I held still the other night.  He expects it all the time, now.  I almost didn’t get fucked because He managed to land a direct and solid blow to my clit and inner labia, and I shot clear across the bed.  I’m pretty sure, by the strength of the blow, even He wasn’t expecting it to land where it did.  And He granted me reprieve when I held still for the rest of the assault He committed against my thighs, pussy and ass.  Read more…

Ooo, what’s that?

Well, it’s not the tongue vibe I thought it was, but that’s okay.  I’ve found plenty of other uses for this Tongue Vibe by Empire Labs Incorporated.

What’d it come in?

You  know those molded plastic sleeves that are melted shut at the sides? The ones that are a bitch to open? Yeah, it came in one of those with a bright red insert.  On the insert are three different pictures of the toy in use… sort of.  In one photo, the Tongue Vibe is on a couple dildos.  In another, it’s wrapped around a banana and a cucumber.  And on the last, it’s wrapped around fingers.  The packaging claims this vibe is “oral sex made easy” and well… You’ll just have to finish the review to find out.

As you can see, inside the package, you’ll find a small hard plastic compact, about the size and shape of a powder compact, that contains two Tongue Vibes, both with batteries already installed, and four extra batteries.  While it is a pain in the ass to open (I often have to use a butter knife), this compact was a nifty idea.

How’s it made?

Each vibe, inside its (phthalates and latex free, hypoallergenic and complete with finger/cock/tongue strap) jelly sleeve, is one and one-quarter inches long and half an inch wide.  The vibes themselves are made of plastic and each have a black washer around the battery compartment.  Both vibes are ribbed and both glow in the dark.

Each vibe has two different vibration intensities, controlled by a small, easily broken slide-dial on the end opposite the battery compartment.  I’d probably rate them as low and medium.

This toy is virtually silent.  The higher speed occasionally emits a strange, high pitched buzzing sound, but I think that has to do with positioning and pressure.  Perhaps I’m squeezing it too hard when I turn it on?

The batteries are small enough to fit in a hearing aid, so I’m guessing that’s what you’ll need to replace them.

The compact it comes with makes this toy ridiculously awesome for travel.  Make sure your batteries are fresh, snap it closed and throw it in your purse.  Stick it in your pocket.  Scrape off the wording on the front or tape over it and just carry it in your hand.  Most people will probably think it’s some sort of light-up concert toy or something.  Read more…

I’ve been a bit quiet this last week but I’ve been busy. Those who have been reading mine and DK’s posts, you will have noticed some changes. Our relationship now has a sexual element.

Before getting involved with DK, I hadn’t had sex for months. Serious pain had been longer. I had zero sex drive and ran screaming from the slightest pinch.

This last week or so has been filled with sex, pain, laughter, affection, cuddling, intimacy, more sex and more pain. It’s like a floodgate has opened and all this pent up sexual energy has exploded and is now just drowning in masochism and is just covering me in lust.

I’ve never been one of those people who can sexualise pain. That’s why my favourite kind of pain is the squeezy crushy pain that comes from DK just grabbing an entire breast in my hand and squeezing it until I’m writhing so much that I don’t understand where I’m trying to go. It just hurts. It just focusses me on him, regardless of my sexualisation, my interpretation, my emotions… It just hurts. That’s what I need… Or that’s what I needed.

Now I’m needing the sex just as much. I’m hoping this is just a phase where my sexuality is now blossoming because, at the end of the day, I am not there to be DK’s sexual partner… I am there to be his outlet for sadism and his cunt for abuse.