Bed post

One staple fantasy I think almost every sub has is the whole tied spread eagle to the bed. It's like fantasizing with training wheels, it's there. It's that first step.

Or maybe that's just me. Either way.

Master tied me down to the bed. The stretch in my arms and legs, the inability to really impact anything, and the feelings as he taped rotor after rotor after rotor onto the shivering sensitive places on my body... *shiver* It was delicious.

I was already soaking wet by the time he came home, panting and trying not to struggle as he taped a rotor onto each nipple, and nuzzled the biggest against my clit before securing it in place. The thick wireless egg slipped inside my pussy very easily - blindfolded, gagged, I yanked at the ropes as the little vibes came to life all over me.

And then Master went to go play a game. Literally. I lay there tied down to the bed, whimpering, struggling against the binds, enjoying the pleasures coursing through me, all while trying not to make too much noise. From time to time he would excuse himself, making adjustments to the tempo and/or strength of the vibes. Usually the wireless inside me would be the most distracting, but the one nestled against my clit certainly won out more often than not. Surprisingly the ones on my nipples were far more effective that I expected them to be.

I was on edge rather quickly, slipping into not giving a damn about whether or not I was over heard, falling into the pleasure and the helplessness like a good little sub <3

I don't know how long the pleasure went on before Master got the flog out, but I remember the rush of sensations as it skimmed across my body. The near orgasmic pleasure tinged with pain as it licked at my cunt, kissed along my breasts. I was almost grateful that I didn't have Master's full and undivided attention, as there weren't any ice cubes or wax drops, no prickly wheel, or anything to take the place of the rotors on my chest.

I was beginning to think I was going to cum just from the vibrations against my nipples. A suck, lick, or tender nibble from my Master might've been the only thing missing by the time he pulled the egg out of my messy dripping slit. Just the barest touch from his hands made me jump, the pleasurable sensation was strong and very unexpected.

When his fingers plunged inside, the slight curl to hit that delightful g-spot, I nearly came. It didn't even take much after that. I came hard, and with a little extra stimulation (the rotor on my clit wasn't on as far as I could tell) I probably would've soaked Master's hand and half the bed while I was at it -^^-

Though, that's far from a complaint. The entire session was fantastically enjoyable, and I look forward to doing it again... and again <3 Little variations make all the difference I'm sure, but the basic setup was just divine <3

The Games We Play

So, being that I'm in a long distance relationship - though admittedly not for much longer (yay!), I find that there's two things (aside from daydreaming up bdsm fantasies) that I do a lot of.

Look at porn and play sex games.

Wetpussy is a good place to go. There's more than just bdsm themed games there, and the best part is they're free. Now you can wander around and find most of them have a pay version, or hell, some of them are trials that link directly to the pay versions.

So far there's only one I've paid for and quite frankly, it was worth every meager penny.

Kasumi: Rebirth is addictive. It's even More addictive when you remove the trial restrictions and can play the game full throttle. You don't have to worry about certain actions freezing it, etc etc. There's extra backgrounds, costumes, voice overs (with english and japanese, and even a natural bilingual option too O.o ). I can't remember where I got mine from - some indy games download place. If I can find it I'll update this post with the info.

Most of this is cause I don't have a nice cuddly and equally horny Master within arms' reach to do similar naughty and possibly just cuddly things with. I need some sort of outlet, and the games provide a nice one. Oddly though, for better or worse, both the games and the porn lately have lost their edge. Instead of getting lost in the story/setup/options I find that for the most part I'm just wanting to be around my lover more than before.

With my move on the horizon this isn't a bad thing, and probably a nice healthy turn for the best. I think it'll do a lot for my writing too, since most of the time I stop because I get heartsick. ^^;

Levels of Wet

I've noticed I tend to make a mess. From squirting to just plain old getting horny and wet. I'm sure certain things affect this, like hydration, teasing, time elapsed, etc.

What I don't get is how sometimes I can get really really wet and barely cum at all. Other times I can wonder what the hell's wrong why am I not getting turned on and that's when the mother of all orgasms hits.

Now, I'd just shrug it off as varying states of hydration, but I don't really change how much or how little I'm drinking on a day to day basis. I drink my big jug of water almost empty every day, and the days I don't I don't leave much in the silly thing at all. So it can't really be that big of a difference I wouldn't think.

Maybe there's really no direct connection between the two. Juices produced vs. amount of horniness felt. I'd say "This calls for experimentation!" But honestly, I'm in no real position to keep track of that sort of thing. 9 times out of 10 I kinda lose my head and roll right on into la-la land. And I Like la-la land, so I don't want to specifically drag myself out of it just to keep track of something like this.

Maybe it has something to do with how much or little penetration... though that can't be it. Unless dildos and cocks are juice absorbent and it just seems like I'm wet enough to be frothy before anything goes in and then nearly dry when things come out.

Again, "This calls for experimentation!"

Fantasies

Everyday I masturbate 2 times. At the least. Generally before I go to bed, and before I go to work (I work the night shift). One's to help me sleep, the other's to help relax me before work takes over. I'd say it's almost mechanical, as it's more for the release than anything else. But the nice part about it are the fantasies, the little mini stories that give me nice ideas to relay to Master.

Like, being in a truck yard and being led around by a leash until we find a suitable trucker for me to service. Having the man bend me over right in the lot and take me while Master watches, whispering little orders, enjoying as I get closer and closer and finally telling me to cum so the poor trucker can experience what it's like when a woman orgasms.

Or being tied up in front of a bunch of people, with another little sub between my legs, eating me out with a tongue vibrator and trying to push me over the edge while I try my best not to cum in front of everyone.

Or being bent over and tied to a horse, red ass in the air, toys purring away, listening to Master call me a good girl as his cock slowly sinks into my ass, filling me up as I'm covered in lash marks and toys.

So... yeah, I have good fantasies ^_^

I can has a twitter~

So, I realized there's some things that come to my mind that I'd love to get off my chest and share. But I can't on my main twitter account cause half the people that follow me would go up the wall ape-shit to find out I'm not a proper vanilla girl.

If you -want-, you can follow me @TiedUpPet ^_^

Time vs. Inclination

I love to write, and I've got enough time to do at least a little bit of it every day. I go through these bouts though of not having the inclination. Now, sometimes there's just too much stuff on my mind, whether it be concerns about work, family, etc. Sometimes I just plain don't feel like writing (typing), and actually managing to do so becomes a huge pain in the ass.

The problem is I've got a LOT of writing I want to do. Completing my 3rd novel, working on starting a new series, short stories for her, etc etc. I don't know if I need to manage my time better, or if I need a stronger motivation. I've always been self-driven when it comes to writing, but this blog (one that has a posting schedule set by my Master) certainly sees a LOT more love than the one I have for my novels and the characters.

Does this mean I crave the kind of D/s relationship we have in the bedroom in other aspects as well? Would being told to write on certain days during certain times "or else" really be something that would spur on my abilities? Or would the natural ebb of how I write just end up causing writer's block in that time frame? Do I even have the right to expect my Master to take on such a responsibility for me, a full grown and fully capable adult?

I do know that my impending move has taken a lot of my mind-wandering Oh-I-should-write-that-down kind of creativeness away, but honestly moving from Ohio to Arizona is a big freakin' move. Being distracted by it is only natural.

Should a D/s relationship be totally inclusive though? Should I turn myself over to my Master that fully to begin with? I mean, nevermind I don't think he wants that kind of relationship anyway, but it makes my mind reel. I don't have a problem handing things over in the bedroom - so to speak - but when it comes to just about everything else, the road's equality, not subservience.

Either way, tomorrow I'm going to try to post about some of the fantasies I've been having lately. I don't know whether or not to blame Master or my own apparently repressed desires, but goodness more and more they've included complete strangers >.>

Well there goes that

I had this great train of thought for a halfway decent post about something that would have totally been interesting to someone I'm sure.

Instead I went to the movies with my mom and a couple of her friends (Safe House, I liked it, but mom thought it was too slow) and the side-show that came with the movie has since derailed my train of thought.

I'm an open minded person. I am. I don't even care about semi-inappropriate displays of affection. It's 2012, most people don't even pay attention to that crap anymore. Except.

My mom.

And it wouldn't have been so bad I don't think, if said couple had been - in some capacity at the least - an actual couple. Instead it was a 40+ year old man and a 18ish year old boy making all sorts of petting and coziness in the corner.

And this is just the information I managed to hear second hand that I didn't even WANT to hear. My mom's pretty open to about anything, so when something was causing her to spazz out I was more than happy to go on being blissfully ignorant about the entire situation.

But she wouldn't stop talking about it, and I ended up with Waaaaaaaay more information than I wanted. And now I can't really think about anything else with any kind of clarity to be able to write about it.

Honestly though, it felt good to get that off my chest. I'll keep physical descriptions of said oddball couple to myself - it just makes it worse.

Squirting

So, one of the highlights of Master's vacationing out here with me was the fact that he finally got me to make a not-so-confined mess. We'd been reading about, and talking about, the concept of squirting, or female ejaculation - whichever you prefer.

I was under a couple of assumptions - one that it wasn't something anyone could do, and secondly that it wasn't something *I* could do.

As far as I can tell now, neither one of these is true. Being a long-distance contender might not be something everyone is capable of, but actually managing to make a watery mess is entirely possible.

A couple things to keep in mind is to go to the bathroom first and grab a towel. One, for a woman it's kind of a healthy practice to get into before and after sex anyway. Helps avoid most all infections. Two, you're not going to worry about pissing yourself if you've already gone, because that's kind of what it feels like when that orgasm is building up inside you.

The towel is to help protect the bed, chair, etc. Whatever you're using at that point. I don't recommend trying to stand through it.

Master got an attachment for our wand and the curved one worked beautifully. The hardest part of the entire scene was actually letting the orgasm hit me, I kept worrying I really was going to just pee everywhere. After a certain point though, I really didn't care, and the orgasm that hit was fantastic.

An orgasm from your clit feels really good. I'll never argue this point. But one from your G-spot is an experience all on its own. The sensation of that vibrator moving back and forth across that nerve-packed part of your pussy is enough to get you to start speaking in tongues. I'd say being tied down tautly is probably the best thing safety wise.

Since then I've been a little messier with my orgasms all around. There's a weird sense of feeling like I'm going to squirt even though I don't have a way to hit my g-spot without Master around. Not that I'd want to anyway, the orgasm is intense enough I'd rather have him there to not only enjoy watching his pet scream and trash in pleasure - but also because if I do passout I don't want to be alone when it happens ^^;

Collared

I can't say for how long I've wanted a collar. The feel of rope, the need for domination, the desire to submit - all these things have been a part of who I am for ages, but the want to be collared was relatively new. It was, in its own way, symbolic. A physical manifestation of the term Master, and of slave.

I was beyond happy to wear the gift, and Master, I think, was happy to have me wear it.

The evening started out with a body stocking - an article of clothing I'm quickly becoming attached to. They're snug and restrictive in a way without being uncomfortable in the slightest, and they don't really cover -anything-, so much as give the illusion of clothing. I'd never worn one for Master before, but I'd had an idea that they'd be well received. I'd also bought more than we ended up using, but they'll get their turn before long I'm sure.

The only thing more enjoyable than the feel of rope against my skin are Master's hands. From the sharp sting of a slap to the gently maddening caress, they're quite capable of anything. I did my best not to get too emotional as the collar was buckled on. I'd helped design it, and really enjoyed the feel of it all around - I couldn't even bring myself to speak for the first few moments, choking on my thanks and biting back tears.

I never wanted to take it back off.

Master's work began after that. Cuffs and rope, blindfold and bondage tape. Sliding his pet onto her back he went to work - tying my hands near the collar, taping my legs to themselves and obliterating my sense of sight. Like the good little horny pet I am, I was horribly wet before he'd even finished. The ropes that kept my wrists near my neck also looped down and gave my feet something to struggle against. It was delightfully restrictive, and yet loose enough that I could squirm as I moaned in anticipation and pleasure.

All the feelings slipped into one another, and I don't remember if that was the night I had to withstand the nipple clamps, or if that came later. In all honesty, to me, it doesn't much matter. I'd earned time with the clamps and I knew it was coming, like it or not, but the slightest caress, the lightest touch from my Master makes so many things bearable.

Whenever the clamps happened, I remember very clearly when they came off. The warning, the steady voice of Master telling me to take a deep breath, and that breath turning into a gasping scream as the blood rushed back into the sensitive bits of flesh.  I don't like the feel of the clamps - the pain is a little too sharp, but I have to admit, I've spent days remembering that moment that they came off. The rush, the warning, the tone in his voice, the fear, the near orgasmic rush I was helpless to stop.

I don't like clamps, but sweet mother of mary I can, at the very least, understand why there's people that do enjoy them.

Grumble snap snarl

So, my memory sucks. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this at least a couple times before now. I even wrote down a small list of the highlights of what happened while Master was here visiting. I've ever intention of going over them at some point.

But, when he left at first I wasn't really down in the dumps, so much as I just didn't want to think about what had happened. I didn't want the memories to exacerbate the fact that I missed him so much. And then there's this week - where I'm on my period, grumbly, moody, and just in an all around crap ass mood.

However, it kind of works out, because out of the entire vacation there was one thing that was bugging me, and this is a good time to get it out of my system.

Anal.

I've done it before, years ago granted, and I've successfully gotten this delightful vibrating toy to go just about all the way in on my own many many times. But I swear every time we tried to do something while he was here it was woefully unsuccessful. Maybe it was the circumstance, or the mood at the time, given I'd always worked the toy in before getting worked up.

All the ifs, buts, maybes, and whatnots though, aren't really lessening the fact that it feels like I was reason for the "woeful" failures. At the same time though, a lot of that feeling and sentiment right now is just hormonal imbalance, and I'm sure it'll even out over another couple of days. I suppose I shouldn't complain though, if that's the only thing that went sour during the entire vacation then by all means it was a huge success, and of course Master doesn't blame me for a bit of it.

I just can't wait to move, I want the ups and downs of day to day life, not the ups and downs of getting to see someone for a week every 3-4 months. XD It'll certainly make blogging and such much easier to do on schedule.

Rope Dress

The first day Master got in we had planned to kind of take things easy. His flight was long, he'd been early, etc.

This isn't the way things went.

We ended up going out to dinner with my mom. Aside from getting to spend a week with each other, him meeting the majority of my family was pretty much the reason for him to come to a cold wet state instead of me going down to a nice warm dry one.

Before dinner however, Master offered to put me in a rope dress. Sure, I agreed, I'd actually worn a turtle neck sweater specifically to be able to help hide anything he might chose to do to me before we had to leave. From the moment the rope hit my skin I was fighting to maintain control. It was a bit snug when he was done, and maybe a little too snug. I enjoy the restrained feeling, but it wasn't until about halfway through dinner that I realized it was just a tad too uncomfortable.

What Master added to the rope dress that wasn't helping me was a small knot. In the single most sensitive place, I'd stand up, sit down, or walk, and I could feel that devious little knot slipping along what was already a very wet slit and clit.

Dinner went well, I managed to focus on the food, and until the conversation moved to sports I was focusing on that fairly well too. We had planned to make one more stop before going back to the hotel, but at that point I needed to get out of the rope dress, it was getting close to get me out of it now, and I didn't want to have to cut it if we could avoid it. (Granted, I wasn't going to let it harm me just to keep the silly rope intact. )

While I wasn't too surprised at how wet I'd gotten the rope when we finally did get it off, but Master commented on it just enough to make me blush.

Sadly, the rest of the night is a blur. I didn't get much sleep before his flight came in, and I'd been on edge for an entire week before that. My body and mind were gone enough that no matter how many times I try to play that night over in my mind, I just simply can't remember what else happened.

I do remember that the bed sucked horribly, and I didn't sleep well that night either, but we worked those kinks out easily enough the next night ^_^

A week's time

It's much harder to separate the events of an entire week's vacation than it was to keep track of an extended weekend stay. The really important part? Best Vacation so far <3

The close second? I got to wear my collar.

I don't think I could describe to someone who doesn't get bdsm how incredible of a feeling it was. Words kind of failed me even when Master put it on me. Face to face, naked but for some cuffs (I think), I don't remember even managing a thank you. I was too afraid to talk, worried my voice would crack, afraid the sound would open the gates of emotion and I'd just start crying right there.

It's beautiful. Light blue and white leather, with a nice soft interior and three rings on it.

Part of me wanted to cry, it was an item I'd craved for years, something I wanted to not only earn, but receive from someone that I could call my Master. Someone who had enough of my respect, trust, and heart to not just demand any such title, but wait for me to want to use it.

Another part of me didn't want to take it off. I wanted to be able to wear it constantly. I wanted the whole world to see, and for those in the know to know. I can't say 100% that I have the guts to actually wear it in front of my family, decidedly vanilla that they are, but I doubt I would've argued the point.

I've fantasized about this lifestyle for years. Easily since I was 19, if not before then. Now that I'm in it, now that I'm learning more and more about the complexities, the layers, the mental vs. physical vs. emotional - I'm so fulfilled and happy that I don't care to keep it a secret.

At the same time it's something intimate. Between two people, a bond in more than just the physical.

*wanders off with a happy little sigh*  It was a good week, and I'll get into it more later.

Belated birthday

So for Master's birthday I had gotten together a little outfit. Kind of a cartoony looking sailor outfit, minus the godawful ugly hat. I'd meant for some boots to go with it, but the long leather knee highs don't fit my thicker calves, so I just went with a wide diamond net body stocking instead.

It was for him to do with it all as he pleased. Destroy it, preserve it, stain or mare it - It was all in his hands because that too was part of the birthday gift.

When I'd finished putting it on I hadn't expected to come out from the bathroom and find him sitting - almost villain-like in one of the chairs, facing my entrance, one leg lazily crossed over the other. I explained the perks of the gift, and walked over to him, certainly not needing to be beckoned into my Master's parlor at this point.

What happened next was completely unexpected. There were no flogs, no cuffs, no rope, no toys even. Just the ridiculously gentle touch of Master's hands sliding over my body. And not even sliding over the most sensitive places I have! The bodystocking worked against me as his fingers slipped over the well-fitting threads, the feel of the gentle touch had me wet and weak before his fingers even began to slip through my hair.

He ignored my breasts, pointedly ignored my clit and most of the area surrounding it. His demands came surprisingly as the edge of orgasm rushed up on me and his command to cum brought the desired reaction. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't in control, I was already lost in a shivery haze of gentle pleasure. I didn't even register the actual orgasm myself until his fantastic purr of "good girl" slipped into my ear.

Again and again, struggling to stand, wanting him to stop the teasing, being on the verge of begging for mercy, he would command that I cum. Every time he demanded it my body obeyed, even as I shuddered in disbelieving pleasure. The orgasms weren't earth-shattering, they weren't causing me to squirt or anything like that, but dammit they felt good <3 And I was certainly becoming a shivering wet, dripping mess by the 3rd or 4th one.

I don't remember just how many it took to bring me to my knees, but I know it happened. Then it was towards the bed we went. I remember the pictures, mostly because a day or so later I flipped through them on Master's camera. I remember being so wet that even while on my hands and knees on the bed he barely had to touch me to be able to show me just how dripping wet I was. And still he hadn't ran his incredible touch over the places I wanted it so badly.

I was his happy delirious and soaking wet whore. His pet, his toy, and dammit was he ever good at playing with me.

His cock has always felt good, awesome, the perfect size to fill me up, never hurting or ruining the pleasures. It filled me slowly, his voice calm and steady, words barely understood, mostly the understanding was from the tone, the inflection, those few full words that actually made it into my head. Every now and again even those failed me, and I think I had to ask him to repeat himself once or twice, I was just too far gone.

Too far gone and still he hadn't stroked my clit, pinched my nipples or even pushed into my sopping needy pussy entirely. He stretched things out delightfully, filled me and covered me with his wonderful cum. And by the end of everything I'm pretty sure I came 7 or 8 times easily. If not closer to a dozen.

Master enjoyed his birthday present, even if it was a little late in coming, and I certainly enjoyed the fact that he enjoyed it. ^_^ Much snuggling and liquids afterward, a good cleaning (albeit kind of cold since he didn't want me to fall asleep until I'd had a chance to wind down good enough), and I slept like a rock. I don't think he had a hard time falling asleep either.

But! More about the vacation later, for now I want to spend the last 24 hours I have with him, you know, actually with him, so I'll write more on the other scenes later. <3

7 of 7

In a little over an hour Master'll be here <3 So excited! I haven't even had that much sleep since I was working last night, but I can't wait. I'm looking forward to every precious moment we'll get to spend together.

Both doing things naughty and not ^_^

I don't know what he has planned, but if you don't hear from me in a week - don't worry - I'm in good hands <3

6 of 7

My body's shivering, my stomach's in knots. It's not that I'm nervous about the fact that Master's going to be here tomorrow, so much that I'm on this horrible edge. I got a brazillian bikini wax today, and a couple moments of discomfort = weeks of feeling cleaner, freer, and being well - more sensetive.

So the hourly orders went from nearly driving me nuts, to not seeming to have much of an impact to OMG I can't hold this rotor against my clit for more than a couple moments!

I made up for this shortcoming by bringing myself to the brink a couple times each hour. It felt like cheating to only go for a couple minutes and be done ^_^;

5 of 7

I won't lie, I've spent most of day spazzing over the fact that it's already Thursday. It feels like the week is flying by in some strange way that just shouldn't be happening. Isn't time supposed to drag when you're wanting it to fly by?

I wonder if this means Master's visit here will be the same as my visit there? Will time crawl by while he's here to the point that I won't be able to believe he's still for 3-4 days left? If that's the case I can't wait to move permanently >.> The secret to time control will be mine! Mwahahaha!

*ahem*

On a more related-to-the-blog kind of note, I don't know if I'm starting to get used to the masturbate but don't cum every hour on the hour to the point where it's not driving me insane. Or if the tingle has just melted one into the other and I'm not noticing it's stopped to feel it start again ^^; It's possible though it's come to the point where my mind's successfully ignoring it because I can't do anything about it yet and that was driving me bonkers.

Time will tell I suppose.

4 of 7

So today Master decided he wanted to listen in on one of my hourly don't-get-to-cum romps. Well, listen in isn't really the right way to put it. He had no qualms with speaking during the whole thing, letting it play out, making it last longer, vividly describing in tiny detail the things he would be doing to me while still denying me my orgasm.

It was a struggle to keep from cumming, I felt myself kind of slipping into a nice relaxed state only to be pulled out of it by a stray jolt as the rotor moved slightly and buzzed against some new overly sensitive area. Between the treacherous toy and Master's words I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I couldn't just turn the device off because I'd reached the edge - not with him on the phone. I had to wait until he said to shut off the rotors, making it an extra challenge as I spent god knows how long riding along that edge, gasping, panting, whimpering, desperate to not cum.

As crazy as this whole thing may drive me, I can't wait for Saturday. Not just because there's the possibility of release, but also because I'm curious. I want to know what this build up is going to lead to, what sort of things will be done. How it'll feel. As much as wanting to follow Master's instructions and not let him down plays into it all, so does my own curiosity.

One more to go and then it'll be off to work. To spend another 8 hour shift randomly getting a tingle in between my thighs, cursing the shiver that distracts me momentarily from my job.

3 of 7

My mind has become my own worst enemy. The small fantasies that play within it, just thinking about my Master triggers The Tingle. And the fantasies come unbidden while I'm following his orders, and linger on when the moment passes.

My own body begs me for more, for a couple more seconds of sweet interaction just enough to slip over that edge. And it doesn't stop begging for some time afterward. There is not enough entertainment on the internet to ignore it >.>

By Saturday I might be slightly unreasonable.

2 of 7

I've gone this many days before with just teasing myself, and not getting any pay off from it. I -think- I've gone 3 days before, I don't think I've ever gone longer, though I could just be forgetting. The mind does have a habit of blocking things it doesn't like after all, and focusing on the better parts XD

However, the almost constant tingle has started. I can feel my panties when I walk. The fabric of my clothes seem to be coarser against my skin, light breezes can send shivers down my spine.

I'm almost afraid to see what the next few days bring ^^;;

1 of 7

Witty's kind of out of the window on this one, so I apologize for the lack of creativity in the titles this week.

7 days. On the 18th I will once again be at my Master's mercy face to face, hand to hand as it were. Until then, every day, every hour not spent sleeping or at work, is met with fruitless masturbation. I'm supposed to work myself close to that edge, near the sweet fall of release, but without actually toppling over.

It's only day 1, and already the tingle has become almost ever present. I even enjoyed my day, sleeping in after a long day of work. Reveling in the fact that my 12 hour shifts have been diminished to 8.

At least until I realized that was 4 more hours of fruitless teasing.

I probably shouldn't call it fruitless. I know there's a pot of gold at the end of this frustratingly long rainbow. I've been down this road before, but it's never been so bloody long. On a regular day I can be needy, horny, wanting, begging, and nearly insatiable.

I hope Master's ready to deal with whatever monster he may have created by the end of this week <3

A little experiment in story telling

The post before this one was written with toys in place, sitting at my desk, squirming. For most of it, my Master was on the phone with me, purring instructions into my ear, listening to me react to the sensations. Enjoying, no doubt, my struggles to write a short story on the fly with such devious distractions.

Only two things really helped me - 1) It is not terribly comfortable to sit on a hard surface with a vibrating plug in your ass. 2) Once I hit a roll with writing I kind of zone. So even with so much stuff vibrating on high once the click of the keys takes over I don't get hit with the full effect of much of anything.

Except, it seems, Master's voice. Every time he'd question how I was doing, or slip a command in while I was writing, that zone would shatter. I'd forget what I was writing, feel the toys more than anything else, and have to re-read a couple lines to even get rolling again.

And before I got any release from it, before I could relax and lay in bed and listen to my Master and cum hard and loud and repeatedly for him - he made me read the story to him.

I remember reading out loud in class way back in the day, but it was certainly never with toys buzzing away, nor was it an even remotely kind of erotic passage that was being read. It added to everything, prolonged it, heightened it, take your pick.  And hell, Master might not have even cared about all that, I've no doubt he enjoyed listening to me struggle the most. Listening to the gasps and shivers that slipped through my shaky voice while I did my best to read my own story.

A short jaunt

Her arms are cuffed to her sides, in such a way that the random passerby probably wouldn't even notice they were actually bound to anything, but more that she just kept them near to her sides while looking around. Her skirt was probably a bit short for anyone with a sense of modesty, but it was warm outside. Her choker, at a closer inspection, was more a collar than anything else. She had pulled the leash close, helping it to blend in with her outfit a bit while she continued to look around the immediate vicinity.

A young man walked up to her, about startling her out of her skin.

"Sorry, you need help finding something?" He inquired, a look of genuine concern on his face. If he hadn't noticed the way she was actually dressed by this point he probably didn't get much about kink - or he was being polite and ignoring it while trying to help her.

Her face went red pretty quick.

"I... I'm looking for something I dropped. But it's a dark color so it's blending in with the ground."

"Well, I can help you look, what is it?"

"Oh no no, that's okay, it... it might not even be around here! I'm not sure exactly when it slipped out.."

When he looked up to inquire more about the object she could see the lights start to come on in his mind. The collar, the chains, the thigh highs that were barely concealing a remote to heaven only knew what. Pink tinged across the stranger's face enough that there was no mistaking what had dawned on him.

"Like... like I said, thanks, but I should be okay. My, uh, Master should... be back.. soon." Her face was so red at this point she couldn't even bring herself to look at the young man.

"Oh.  Ohhhhhh. That's hot." Was all the young man admitted as he started walking away. It wasn't any time at all after that that her Master caught back up with her.

Holding the black wireless egg in his hand he smiled. "The good news is, pet, that I found it. The bad news is it's too dirty to use until we can clean it off." He looked at her, the way she stood, the red on her face, and smiled knowingly. "Make a new friend, pet?"

She shook her head. "Someone just came by to try an' help Master."

"Aww, and they got close enough to see what an adorable little slut you are?"

She nodded in response, her face getting dark red again. He patted her hair and then lifted her chin with his finger, kissing her gently.

"Too bad they didn't stick around."

"Mmmm, sorry about dropping the egg, Master."

"Oh don't worry pet, you'll more than make up for it once we get back home." He assured her, giving her ass a swat before heading back to the car, leading her rather obviously, by her leash.

Random Image

So, as I've mentioned before, a kind of rather unsurprising side effect of this relationship I have with my Master is that I can't really orgasm hard unless he's on the phone, or involved more directly.

I can still cum though, just not as well. And sometimes it's hard for even my imagination to hold onto the sound of his voice, the feel of his breath against my skin, all the little details that you can't always bring back into memory.

However, this morning was quite nice. I could almost not only see and feel him, but also see and hear other people involved. I could picture being bent over around a crowd, skirt hiked up, rotor taped to my clit and whirring away softly as he stepped around me. Speaking to me, to the audience, in the calm even paced voice of his, that low tone that just send shivers through me whenever it feels like it.

Teasing me, torturing me by alternating between pleasure and pain, bringing up to an edge and never giving me to okay to cum. Wet, addled, begging so much I've actually been gagged, he slowly begins to push a thick dildo into my pussy, all the while calmly explaining that I'm not allowed to cum until the toy is all the way in.

The push is slow. It takes a couple of minutes just to get the head of the dildo in, despite my moving and squirming, despite the wetness and the muffled begging my Master continues to push it in deliriously slow. Every precious inch is completely felt as the rotor against my sensitive clit keeps me on edge and practically forces my pussy to clamp down on the toy harder.

At the crowd's insistence, as my mind fogs from the haze of pleasure I'm struggling against, the toy is thrust the rest of the way inside, bringing the gasp and cry of pleasure as I cum, murmuring thanks to my empty bedroom and drifting happily off into sleep.

Book Review -:- Two Knotty Boys, Back on the Ropes

This volume doesn't cover as much about safety, because honestly by now you should have the jist of it. It does go over some (such as the two finger rule, communicating, watching circulation, etc.). The book has a section called Clever Tricks.

Really, it doesn't need anything more. Before it goes into clever tricks it does spend a good chunk of pages covering more functional and decorative knots. Almost twice the length of the first volume it covers more overall, but it doesn't repeat anything it showed you in the first book. There are some variants that will seem familiar and another nice touch this book has is giving you some ideas with what do to with your partner once you have them tied up. (The punny games are just adorable), because let's admit it - even the best imaginations in the world could use a nudge from time to time.

It's also got one of the most beautiful rope gloves I think I've ever seen anywhere, and while the knot the glove utilizes isn't easy to do, a little practice goes a long way. Between volumes one and two you can easily cover your partner in an entire rope outfit! (Give me a minute please...)

There's a maximum exposure section, two sections for intermediate and then advanced harnesses, etc. Simply Elegant is probably the best way to describe the book itself. The knots are beautiful, and at the same time they're not over-bearing on the framework that they give you. It's a nice balance, and is set up in such a way that you get to spend as much time enjoying the process of tying up as you do getting to enjoy said person after they are tied up.

A good thing to remember if you're the one getting tied up, is the importance of communication. Everyone makes mistakes, and just because you were tied up a similar way before doesn't mean you need to tough out any discomfort the second (third, fourth, fifth, etc.) go round. There's variables in ropes and knots just like anything else, and trying to keep quiet just to stay tied up longer is a bigger risk to yourself, and will probably make the person who tied you up feel like crap for hurting you.

I know personally I'm going to have to keep myself in check, I Looo<3ve the feel of rope on my skin, and I can see slipping into subspace because of it. I'm sure on the one hand this is fantastic, but on the other hand it's going to inhibit my ability to communicate properly, or even completely feel what's going on with my own body. TKBs actually warns against it in the book ^^;

All in all I can't say anything negative about these books. They're imaginative, concise, easy to read and easy to follow instructions. For beginners and pros there's something in here that anyone could build on, of that much I'm sure!

Book Review -:- Two Knotty Boys, Showing You the Ropes

Much like the two books I reviewed before this one, TKB spends about 20 pages on basic safety, communication, and basic knots. It's all black and white, and a larger format book than Douglas Kent's books.

A couple pictures are blurry, but keep in mind there's got to be over 200 photos in this book. Step by step illustrations of knots, harnesses, decorations, gags, arm binds, corsets, strap on harnesses, etc. Basic, Decorative, Dominance, and Sex are the categories that the book is broken down into, though these areas can easily and repeatedly overlap one another.

What was most interesting to me was how decorative everything was overall. Kent's books really dove into the technical side of things, simplicity as art and such, while TKBs seem to focus on the visual beauty of the knots, as opposed to the overall beauty of the idea of Shibari itself.

Putting the two together ought to be interesting, and could make a good book all on it's own.  Since there's not such an emphasis on Shibari with TKBs there's far more room for flexibility of the kind of people who could use the rope work they teach in their book. Stretching and being flexible are never a bad thing, however the level of bend-y-ness you need to use their harnesses and ideas is a lot more relaxed than with Kent's books. Also in the two volumes of theirs that I have (and I'll cover the other one here soon), they never once go into suspension bondage.

Which is perfectly fine, they give you SO MUCH other stuff to work with. I felt like a kid in a candy shop and I'm not even the one in this relationship that's going to be doing the tying. (Though I might have to practice enough to tie myself up into a rope teddy someday >.> )

Book Review -:- Douglas Kent's Complete Shibari Vol 2: Sky

If you haven't read my review on the first of this series It will help to do so before reading this one. For pretty much the same reason you should start with volume 1 in any series, CS vol 2 doesn't review any of the information it covers in the first book.

It even states in a couple places that the lessons it covered in CS: Land, are NOT repeated in volume 2. From what I've absorbed from the books this isn't an exaggeration.

Vol 1 spent about 17-18 pages on safeties, ties, communications, expectations, etc. Volume 2 spends 31 pages covering safety, communication, understand risks, explaining what you need to do suspensions as safely as possible, what precautions to take to reduce risks, and the simple fact that some Shibari Experts go their whole career without doing even one suspension because of the associated risks.

The next 11 pages cover ties, harnesses, and lifts used in suspension shibari, much like the section covering knots in the first volume this is stuff for you to get comfortable with well enough to incorporate into any of your work later.

The rest of the 95 page book (all 40 pages I think at this point), goes over different styles of suspension, face up, face down, leg lifting, limb suspension, etc. While some positions offer "easy access" as it were, the book warns that suspension shibari shouldn't last long enough for an effective romp, and that 10-15 minutes max, is well, the max. Of course, everyone is built a little differently, and discretion is at the hands of the Top and Bottom involved - so long as they're communicating effectively and have relatively swift ways of ending the scene if any pain or cut off circulation occurs.

Also, while it's pointed out in the book itself, I feel the need to point out that most of the "Art" photos in the book were taken using very small VERY flexible life-long gymnast type women. Touching the back of one's head with the sole of one's own foot is NOT something everyone can do - no matter how in shape they may be.

Complete Shibari

Book Review -:- Douglas Kent's Complete Shibari Vol 1: Land

I purchased 4 bondage books (and one book that's not exactly about bondage) from a list that Master put together. I've since received four of the five, and figured, hey - why not write about 'em.

Especially since they really struck a good chord with me just from reading the first few pages.

The first 17 pages of Complete Shibari Vol 1 are focused on safety. Picking the correct rope for the right rigs, understanding the limitations of both the person doing the tying, and the person being tied. It's emphasizes safety and communication above all things. Pressure points, and locations where weight and tension should be avoided whenever possible are illustrated. Responsibilities of the Top and the Bottom are covered as well, an added benefit for people unsure what they should or shouldn't point out.

The next few pages cover some basics concerning knots, and the legend key used for the rest of the book. There's also excerpts of real life situations (positive and negative) that have occurred while in the midst of shibari demonstrations and such. There's an emphasis on keeping a positive attitude, and understanding that while precautions can and should be taken not all injuries are 100% avoidable.

One in particular made me chuckle a little when I read it:
"During a Shibaricon class, Dov tied Terri in a hogtie and had her kneeling so the class could see. She fell forward.
"Oof."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, sir. Floor hurt me."(Land 15)"

It illustrates that mistakes happen even with the best of us, and a nice calm way to handle said mishaps as well.

Half the book covers safety, knots, basic ties and frictions, and helps you to get familiar with what the back half of the book covers - Harnesses, positions, origins of some Shibari poses, and different ways you can do them to add your own flair. It's only 95 pages long, but there's a lot of information packed into the full color, well illustrated and plainly written book.

For people who've been tying other people up for years you're probably not going to get much out of this at all, but for anyone who's struggling with where to start, this book is awesome. It's really good for people just starting in bdsm in general as well. It's not a relationship guide, but the pointers, tips, and information applies in a lot of situations, not just rope scenes. (i.e. having water, blankets and pillows handy for post-scene cuddles!)

I honestly didn't realize I had so much to say about the one book on it's own! I'll review the others later, but for now, sleep ^_^

http://www.completeshibari.com/

Misconceptions

I got a few books in the mail today. I'm going to cover at least two of them in a later post (after a break for some more in-depth reading), but flipping through them, and specifically reading the parts about safety, my mind started to wander.

I began to think about my initial concept of BDSM, how there were parts that were confusing to me, awkward, and just plain weird. I had an interest in the rope part of it, of being bound and controlled as much as I could trust someone to control me. The only concept of sub and Dom that I had any understanding of was a full-time one. The concept of scenes, equality outside said scenes, and even safewords weren't things I knew about. I believed that the pain had to be endured as a pay off to the inevitable orgasm.

Because of the taboo-ness of the subject and the overall "Woman power!" vibe that runs in my family, I was afraid to even admit I had these curiosities, nevermind actually getting books to look into them and learn more. I picked up bits and pieces of information as the internet became more mainstream (yes, I had my curiosity even before Teh Net!), and had a hard time separating fantasy from truth. After a few years I'd decided doms in general scared the shit out of me, but males less so than females.

About three or four, or five years ago I pretty much figured that bdsm was, itself, going to be nothing more than fantasy in my life and I should accept that and move on. The desire was there, so was the curiosity, and the ability to get incredibly horny just watching kink videos. But none of it was going to happen to me, so I didn't need to read into it anymore than I already had.

Of course, all that changed when I met my Master. I learned more about the concepts and lifestyles of a BDSM relationship. The variables, the many layers to it, the outside conceptions vs. the intimate conceptions. The differences between hurt and harm, between abuse and bdsm, between scenes and relationships. I learned more, and became more enamored with the concept of it all, in 2 weeks of conversation vs. YEARS of assumptions and theories.

I'm still learning, hell, I'll probably still be learning years from now. Honestly? That's one of the best parts in my opinion. The mind should never stop learning, growing, absorbing, theory crafting, debating, etc. Vanilla love is pretty simple - tab c into slot p to put it simply. There's nothing wrong with it either, it can be spontaneous, powerful, full of trust and love, just as much as a bdsm relationship can. There's just not as much variety. I've never walked into a vanilla house and noticed bolts on the ottoman, or bondage rings hiding as "decorations" on book shelves.

Even with some of the scenes I've experienced, the raw emotions, the "degrading" dirty talk, the mush-mind orgasms, I have to say, bdsm stimulates me more intellectually than any relationship I've ever had prior. The inventiveness of it, the fact that I don't have to hide all the devious twists and turns in my mind, it's stimulating, invigorating, freeing, and above all, it's beautiful. Being able to completely be myself, and STILL be accepted, being able to trust completely and relax under someone else's control, it overwhelms me sometimes and I cry. You know, those really heavy happy tears that still make people worry anyway XD

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Too Big

Last night I realized that my bed is too big. Now on the one hand, it's big enough for two people to sleep on it in relative comfort, there's not enough room to have a lot of space between you and someone else, but too much space is kinda my problem. (in more ways than one)

Another issue about my bed that I stumbled across last night was the fact that while I can stretch my legs out fairly well, I can't get my heels to reach both side of the bed at the same time. Just one of 'em with like, and inch to go with the other. A little engineering with the sheets and I can get my legs to stay open, but it puts some strain on my hand to keep tension on the sheets.

I bring all this up because last night I had the most delightful fantasy and it would've been so much more delightful if I'da had a slightly smaller bed. I've got a great imagination, but when I'm picturing being bound in front of a group of people, teased by my Master, legs spread wide so any interested person could watch in vivid detail when I finally came loud and soaking, it helps to not actually be able to close my legs.

They do that though, the one hooked in the sheets fought my hand the whole time. Like my legs are part of some anti-separation movement or something. I think it's a large part of why I have so many fantasies of having my legs tied open wide, because that's not the way they like to go on their own. Granted any kind of tied up, so long as it's at the mercy of my Master, is awesome. I know he'd never bind me in such a way that it would hurt or cause damage. I can't even guarantee that I could tie myself up without creating some kind of issue. I'd probably use the wrong knots, or tie too tightly, or too loosely to be effective.

Thinking about it though, my fantasies are starting to have a disturbing number of "other" people in them. Or video cameras... Honestly, I'm blaming it on Master, for better or worse. <3

Upcoming

A few things I plan to work on relatively soon:


Rope's End - A short story that could become something more about a vanilla couple trying to hide their sex lives from a bdsm-centric society. (This one should be tricky, but I thought the switch in perspective would be fun to figure out).

S & M - A fantasy setting story between two elves, a practitioner of the holy arts and one of the dark. Their own oddities and shortcomings bring them together, their shared love of bdsm keeps it that way. Snow is an albino elf with a love of books and not much understanding past them, who stumbles upon a wizard in his well guarded tower only to fall into trap - and quickly learn that the concepts of right and wrong are far blurrier than she originally thought.

A Walk in the Park - a short story (like the Tape or the Drive), something Master wants me to work on soon. The title pretty much explains it, I think. I'd probably be writing that now instead of this little to do list reminder, but I've had wine. Wine doesn't equal creative writing so well for me.

Combinations - Things from practical to absurd you could mix in with bdsm with interesting (or disastrous) results. What can I say, my mind wanders to all sorts of things.

Cartoon Hijinks! - I've noticed - probably because I'm horribly twisted and sick in the head - that there's a lot of bdsm practices and themes in little kids cartoons. Either the creators are having a laugh at everyone's expense, or I've got some serious issues to sort out.

Jump Rope - A lighthearted look at a bdsm relationship. Much humor and some slightly farfetched stuff. Was originally going to do this as a comic, but 1 - I'm not big on drawing, and 2 - I think it'll work just as well as a series of snippets and short stories.

So that's what I have planned, not counting anything that comes up out of the blue. However, wine + 3am is seemingly equal to sleep, so that's where I'm going. ^_^

List 4 of Many

Okay, so this is most assuredly as a nerdy, geeky, gamer, whatever kind of person you prefer to be called, kind of post. Cause this is:

(drum roll)

Spells That Could Be Bad If They Were Real!




Animate Rope - Now, in the hands of a tried and practiced dom/partner/kidnapper this spell would be kinda awesome. Unfortunately the first thing that came to my mind was someone who didn't understand how certain body parts moved getting hold of this spell. Pulled muscles, sprained joints, and possibly much worse could ensue. Accidental strangulation, etc. There's just not a lot of safety when you're controlling something without having to really learn how to apply it properly.
It just strikes me as too much temptation and not enough safety. (Though, I can't help but imagine Master with this.. spell... mm... *ahem* Moving on.)

Shock - Much with Animate Rope it's lack of control that concerns me here. Someone capable of controlling the strength of the shock would be able to do deliciously evil things to the person under their control. A skilled dom could make their sub just wriggle and writhe most wonderfully - someone who didn't know what they were doing could end up defibrilllating their pet. And defibrilation when you're heart's still going is very VERY bad.

Create Water - I see two outcomes here: Either some very nice, very wet water bondage in all various forms and glory or
well
drowning.


Mend - Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes, Fix the clothes, tear the clothes, fix the clothes, tear the clothes. (Please can we play a different game now?)

Arcane Lock - For collars, cuffs, bindings, body stockings, etc. Should work beautifully until something happens to the only person who can unlock it. Not a bad idea if say, all people involved can release whatever's locked with the spell, but as Master's pointed out - if I can't get out of something on my own it's not safe, cause you never know what can happen. (*cough*Gerald'sGame*cough*)

Sphere of Darkness - Blindfolds are one thing. Complete and total darkness from which there is no escape? That's something else entirely. If you're in a situation where you have a safe word to use, this would be fantastic <3 Especially if the person who cast it could see perfectly well within it. It'd be like Silence of the Lambs - only sexy and awesome. Otherwise it's just Silence of the Lambs and you're going to die. Not as awesome.

Polymorph - Brilliant for people who like to dress as cats, dogs, horses, etc. Disturbing for people who want to have sex with sheeps and pigs.

Summon Succubus - Thank you WoW for putting this in my mind. But no, just no. I don't care if you've got the best most ironclad control over the little slut to the point where she wouldn't even just randomly smack her ass. This would be dangerous. (and they're like femdoms... and those scare me...)

Levitate - This spell would be awesome. Weightless sex allowing for movement on all axises. Fannnnntastic <3 Probably feels really really good until you lose track of time because you're lost in all the wonder and pleasure and beauty of love making and the spell wears off.

Arcane Hand - I don't know about anyone else, but my Master does NOT need more hands.  Ever.

Mind Fuckery

I'm pretty sure my Master has a PhD. in Mind Fuckery. Before I go on my little rant/rave/whatever let me preface it all by saying this:

Best. Degree. Ever.

Okay, so now that we understand I love it, let's move on shall we? The conversation starts with "Well, that *WAS* the plan." (key word highlighted by me, you're welcome). And my reaction was pretty standard well, if that was the plan, I'd love it to continue being the plan, so I will volunteer to help the plan happen!

In this case the plan being buy books on rope work so as to spend some absolutely blissful time learning knots and ropework and me just generally getting to be bound. Awesome. Delicious.

Devious rat Master.

So I volunteer - I'll happily go by said books. "So glad you volunteered, pet." and then he proceeds to explain they'll be instructions. Oh... goody. For... for in public. Yeah, cause this doesn't make me nervous at all...

So for a couple days I'm pretty thoroughly convinced that I'm going to making a trip to my favorite book store stuffed full of vibrating toys trying desperately to both NOT cum, and not let any one within ear shot hear the vibes. It's not that I wouldn't do it - I had no intention of popping off with my safety word and calling the whole thing off. But... without Master actually -there-, well, eh. I wasn't looking forward to it, we'll say that.

And then earlier he has me on the phone, a test run he says. All vibed up, all shivering and changing the remotes as he instructs me to, listening to him describe how the events of the next day when I go to the store are going to unfold. The idea of it, his way with words, the feel of the vibrators, the desire of wanting to be watched, of wanting people to know what a slutty good little pet I am for my Master, all of it crashed together and I came.

A lot.

Hell, even Master lost count after some point.

And so there I am, exhausted, shaking, soaking wet, how I got onto my bed from having fell to my knees at the start I don't remember, and what does he say?? What comes out of that ever-loving wonderful mouth of his??

"Now that you've done all this tonight pet, there's no reason to worry about it tomorrow when you go to the book store." (Or something very similar to that).

Like I said, P-h-fucking-D in Mind Fuckery.

He's lucky I love him XD

(and he reminded me that he had in fact said he wouldn't have me do something like that without him around because of the safety issues, so derp on my part too ^^; )

I may have mentioned this before...

I don't get how a dom's mind works. I mean, I'm glad that it works the way it does, don't get me wrong, but I don't get it. Granted I'm a pretty through and through sub - I can write about a dom, I can make assumptions and go by personal experiences, etc. - but I just don't get it.

The feel of restraints, the lack of control, the swirling mixing conflicting sensations and emotions - *shivers* - I really really like this side of it. Master's desire to make me cum until he's pretty sure I'll be too exhausted to go again certainly doesn't hurt either.

But, well, I mean the only time I get pleasure from watching someone squirm/climax/struggle/beg is because my imagination takes over and I'm in that position. Working someone to that point just seems like so much work, and I'm entirely too lazy for that much effort. I guess, from my perspective, it feels like the dom does all the work to not only work me into a frenzy, but themselves as well. I won't lie, it makes me feel incredibly selfish sometimes, even though Master's insisted repeatedly that that isn't the case.

On the one hand, I feel bad for being selfish about it (even if it's a misconception on my part), on the other hand I've never really had anyone go to such lengths to make sure that by the end of it all I was enjoying myself. So I feel spoiled, in a manner, and I'm not sure what to think about that either. In the end I usually spend quite a bit of time trying to think of ways I can spoil him in return. I'm out of shape, I don't pretty up on  regular basis, and my wardrobe is mostly thrift store and walmart, and that's usually where my mind goes when I try to think of ways to return all the wonderful things he does for me.

Even as I think this way I know it's not things I should be worried about. He's the first person to not only tell me I'm beautiful, but also to make me actually feel beautiful. Kicking the social stigma I suppose is the hard part, 10 or more years of mental abuse probably aren't helping either.

Crumbs.

If I could just figure out how his mind works it'd be easier to spoil him. ... ... ... Hell, if I could figure out his mind works, I could figure out anyone's mind, and eventually I'd use my knowledge and new found skills to subtly and artfully take over the corporate world. While I wait for my Mentalist abilities to kick in I suppose I'll just have to settle with buying toys and outfits and just hope against hope that he gets as much pleasure out of them as I do out of him.

-:- The Tape -:- (Chapter 2)

(read Chapter 1 first if you haven't! )

Chapter 2

He sat on the edge of the bed, back to being fully clothed. She was seated on his lap, nothing but her collar and cuffs on, legs on either side of her Master's. His hands wandered over her body, touching her, teasing her, his fingers moving over her flesh with all the skill of someone who's spent hours finding all her most sensitive places. He nibbled on her neck, pinched her nipples, and basically drove her back into the frenzy she'd been in earlier.

Once she returned to being a shivering mess he hit start on the tape.

The hungry, delirious cock slut on the screen continued to cry out in muffled pleasure as her Master pounded her shivering pussy. He held onto her hips, pulling her into him, forcing his cock deeper into her tight wet cunt.  She seemed to never stop cumming from the time he first filled her up. It was the slight change in the sounds she made that was all he had to go by - differences she couldn't hear even to this day.

The rotor helped to keep her on edge even as she started to come down from her first high. He smacked her ass, pulled her hair, and let words slip into ears that were nearly as effective as the rotor for pushing her back toward that edge. He played with the plug in her ass idly as his own orgasm grew, pushing it in and out slightly, talking about the things he meant to do to her tight ass. He pushed the plug in deeply and demanded that she cum. The order almost didn't beat the action as the ropes tightened and she screamed her pleasure into the gag, her body shuddering as he filled her full of his own pleasure.

Her thanks were mumbled tiredly into the mattress as he pulled out of her, the mix of their shared pleasure slipping down her thighs as the rotor was removed from her.

On the bed his fingers had slipped between her legs, he kissed her neck, teased her clit, played with her tits. He murmured words into her ear only half understood in her haze.

"Such a sweet little slut. Dazed happy little pet getting so wet watching herself. The best is yet to come, my dear whore."

The girl on the TV was turned onto her back, the pillows were left under her hips, pushing her swollen clit out and forcing her legs wide as her body was tied back into place. She was still so lost in pleasure that she wasn't much help, but the two men working together really didn't need her assistance. The ball gag was removed, and her Master helped her to drink some water. He spoke to her kindly, making sure she was aware enough to drink without choking as knots were checked and her legs were pulled wide before being tied into place.

The wand came back into view, already purring before it was even pushed against her clit. In no time at all she went from dazed to on edge.

After it was pulled away she began to beg for it - alert and completely focused on the moment once again.

"What a greedy undeserving pet," her Master all but growled. "Spilled a drink, didn't greet all of the guests properly, and then she has the nerve to beg for another orgasm after already having cum before now. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I'm sorry Master, I can't help but be greedy. You make everything feel so good." She squirmed as she spoke, doing her best to look innocent.

His grin made her pale. "Interesting word choice, pet."

The snappy flog came down on her swollen sensitive clit. His hand slipped over her mouth as she screamed, the ropes pulling tight and her toes curled.  The little lash painted her legs, her stomach, her tits, he kept his hand over her mouth during his relentless assault.  He let the thread of the flog slip over her skin lightly, causing her to laugh nervously and squirm with anticipation.

He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, and her breath came in panting gasps, her body trembled without him even touching her. She jumped as the flog sliced through the air, not even touching her. He let long moments of silence slip by, only bringing the flog down on her tits or clit when she would begin to speak or beg.

He smacked her face, and gave her a simple command. "Open." was all he said before pushing the large O-ring into her mouth. It barely fit, and after too long would begin to make her jaw ache. The camera man straddled her chest, slipping his cock in past the open mouth gag.

"Show your appreciation to the camera man, pet, and your punishment will be swift." Her Master promised her as the snappy flog bit at the soles of her feet. She writhed at the sensation, but did her best, lifting her head and taking as much of the cameraman's cock into her mouth as she could. She licked and moved her head as much as she could, trying her best to pleasure someone else as her Master worked his way up her leg. She didn't need to moan, she grunted and screamed against the cock in her mouth, whimpering as the snappy flog moved closer and closer to her pussy.

"Don't look away, pet." He purred as they sat on the bed. His fingers, covered in the pleasure of her quivering cunt slipped inside her mouth. She sucked and licked them clean without needing to be told, trying to keep her eyes focused on the whore before her. He could feel her body jump slightly with every crack of the flog. Her body shivered against his, and her soft mewling sounds were adorable as she did her best to focus on the tape.

The snappy flog stopped before reaching her cunt, and instead smacked against her other foot, beginning it's slow ascent up her leg again.

"Hurry and make our good friend cum, pet, if I make it to your pussy I'm going to have to use the nipple clamps..." Her body yanked at the ropes at his words, and she began moving faster along the man's cock, trying ever harder to urge him to cum.

"She's doing pretty good for someone unable to use her lips." The cameraman mused. "Can I help her?"

"If you want, be my guest." Came the reply as the flog snapped along the backside of her knee just as the cameraman pushed himself deeper into her mouth. She yelped and choked at the same time, continuing to move along the man's shaft even as she gasped and sputtered, doing her best to make sure he understood it was okay.

The camera man sucked in a breath grabbing her hair with his free hand, fucking her throat a little harder as the flog inched ever closer to her tender clit. She felt him cum before she heard him admit to it, his warm pleasure coating her throat before he let it spill on to her face. Her tongue came out, cleaning up what she could reach. As the flog came down on her clit on the TV her Master's fingers grabbed onto it as she sat on the bed, his vice-like grip causing her to gasp, and that gasp slipped into a strangled and surprising orgasm as his cock pushed into her pussy.

The TV came to a halt as he hit the pause button and turned them both over, pressing her against the bed as her feet scrambled to find the floor and steady herself in time for him to push inside her again. He leaned over her, pinning her wrists with his hands and pressing her into the mattress.

"A quick break, my sweet little pet, before we continue."

"Yes Master <3"

(Chapter 3 coming soon! please don't kill me... )