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.

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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 >.> )