I know it's only Christmas Eve, but plenty of people are already starting their celebrations. (Like those of us with European heritage who get to have a party two days in a row!) But I wanted to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all.
It's a lovely 34°C here (that 93°F) and I have my Christmas shopping done, presents wrapped, family flying in tonight and the weekend off! Yay! Master and I won't get to see each other on Christmas day, unfortunately, but we'll make up for it on Boxing Day.
I hope you all have something wonderful planned for the next few days, whichever festival you're celebrating.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Lets try Poly! - by Master
Can we have an update/comment about Master's other girlfriend who has just appeared on fetlife. - Cheers
Hey there; Master here! Slave and I figure I'm the best one to write this, so here goes!
I'm a night-fill manager at a local supermarket; I often run the shop at nights or weekends, and, while it has its stressful moments, I try to be a relaxed, easy-going manager (the kind of manager I'd want to work with), so there's often time to sit down for a chat when I'm in charge. Late one Tuesday night, the checkout supervisor (a young girl whose name I'm going to withhold) and I were locking away the day's takings.
I could see she was quite upset, so asked her what was wrong. The abridged version was her boyfriend was being an arse, and threatening to break up with her, and being the EXTREMELY shy girl she is, all her friends were her old high school friends, and they were now better friends with him, so if she broke up with him, she'd lose all her friends. He knew this, and was emotionally blackmailing her with it.
We chatted for around 15 minutes, just letting her unload. After the worst was out, I went to let her out of the store. As she was leaving, she turned to me and said something like "Thank you, nobody has ever listened to me before" I asked "Would you like to keep talking?" She said yes, and we went upstairs to the staff room and made a coffee each. It was 9:30pm, we talked about everything, my team went home at 1am, and we kept talking till 3:30am when tiredness wore us out.
Over the next 2 weeks we told each other everything; she found out about BDSM, Master/slave, open relationship, etc. We'd sit there at work till the early hours (often on company time lol). Until one night, after a particularly meaningful hug, she leant forward and kissed me.
Took me by surprise, we made out for a while. She wanted to come back to my place for sex, but, a promise I'd made to slave was that I'd inform her first before sleeping with someone else; it was 2am and slave sleeps with her phone off. I was also a little concerned that, even though her boyfriend was an arse, she'd be cheating on him.
Next night, slave was informed, and she came back to my place, and tried out a few of the contraptions I have in my house... including the pillory and some light suspension, before having sex. I was worried that slave would be upset; we'd had an open relationship for at least 6 months, but, aside from a public play at a party, I hadn't touched another girl. She was fine, happy that I was happy, which was a big relief.
Over the coming week I introduced her to my fucking machine, straitjacket, floggers, and subspace.
Our relationship grew, and we were becoming more than just friends with benefits, slave detected this, and asked to meet her. I was a little nervous that the two girls wouldn't get on, or jealousy would get the better of one of them. Both girls are quite shy, so I was a little worried that they'd just sit there staring at each other. We all met a local bar for a few overpriced drinks (one of the disadvantages of poly is having to buy 50% more food and drinks!), all as equals, and with the expressly stated goal that this was an introduction, and not going to lead to a threesome.
An hour later, we all got fed up with the outrageous drink prices, and decided it was cheaper to use my collection of alcohol at home, and shortly afterwards, all 3 of us had our very first threesome.
Over the coming weeks, her and I grew closer, and her relationship with her arsehole boyfriend degraded. Eventually (after getting slave's approval) I asked her "Would you like to be my second girlfriend?" She kissed me, laughed, and shyly said yes.
I'd discussed with both girls, before asking her, that I would want to organise my girls First In, Last Out... ie if something happened and the relationships started to fall apart; the newest addition would go, and I would keep slave.
So, for the last 3 months, I've had 2 girlfriends. I love them both very much, and I love slave no less than this time last year.
My new girlfriend is incredibly submissive; it took me 3-4 months to train slave in orgasm-on-command, she picked it up in a week. I refer to her as owned and my property, and it brings a smile to her face; but she is not ready to be collared, and is uncomfortable with being called a 'slave'. While she likes kneeling before me and being owned by me and being helpless before me, she believes very much in equality, and the concept that a dominant could be superior to a submissive doesn't fit well for her.
The two girls do not have a relationship between them; it's a V-shaped poly, rather than a triangular one; slave wonders whether they're both too submissive to be in a relationship with each other. Slave is my 'primary' relationship; she is the girlfriend I introduce to my family and the one I have listed on FaceBook.
slave now has regular play with another mistress; so in a way we both have "another relationship"... which serves to sorta equal things out and, when our relationship is vanillarised for someone, we both have another partner, which is fair. Neither girl has expressed any dislike for the situation, so, looks like it'll be staying this way (I'm not going to complain either!)
I've introduced both girls to some of my vanilla friends. "Hi these are my girlfriends!" They were quite accepting of it.
It took a few months to build up the courage in her to just create a fetlife account; so it'll be many months before I can start bringing her to parties, etc.
The cutest thing ever is when we're sitting on the couch in my lounge room, with one or two of them tied up or at least naked, I put my arms around both, and say: "I love you two", and have the 2 girls take turns to respond "I love you too".
Master Ash
Hey there; Master here! Slave and I figure I'm the best one to write this, so here goes!
I'm a night-fill manager at a local supermarket; I often run the shop at nights or weekends, and, while it has its stressful moments, I try to be a relaxed, easy-going manager (the kind of manager I'd want to work with), so there's often time to sit down for a chat when I'm in charge. Late one Tuesday night, the checkout supervisor (a young girl whose name I'm going to withhold) and I were locking away the day's takings.
I could see she was quite upset, so asked her what was wrong. The abridged version was her boyfriend was being an arse, and threatening to break up with her, and being the EXTREMELY shy girl she is, all her friends were her old high school friends, and they were now better friends with him, so if she broke up with him, she'd lose all her friends. He knew this, and was emotionally blackmailing her with it.
We chatted for around 15 minutes, just letting her unload. After the worst was out, I went to let her out of the store. As she was leaving, she turned to me and said something like "Thank you, nobody has ever listened to me before" I asked "Would you like to keep talking?" She said yes, and we went upstairs to the staff room and made a coffee each. It was 9:30pm, we talked about everything, my team went home at 1am, and we kept talking till 3:30am when tiredness wore us out.
Over the next 2 weeks we told each other everything; she found out about BDSM, Master/slave, open relationship, etc. We'd sit there at work till the early hours (often on company time lol). Until one night, after a particularly meaningful hug, she leant forward and kissed me.
Took me by surprise, we made out for a while. She wanted to come back to my place for sex, but, a promise I'd made to slave was that I'd inform her first before sleeping with someone else; it was 2am and slave sleeps with her phone off. I was also a little concerned that, even though her boyfriend was an arse, she'd be cheating on him.
Next night, slave was informed, and she came back to my place, and tried out a few of the contraptions I have in my house... including the pillory and some light suspension, before having sex. I was worried that slave would be upset; we'd had an open relationship for at least 6 months, but, aside from a public play at a party, I hadn't touched another girl. She was fine, happy that I was happy, which was a big relief.
Over the coming week I introduced her to my fucking machine, straitjacket, floggers, and subspace.
Our relationship grew, and we were becoming more than just friends with benefits, slave detected this, and asked to meet her. I was a little nervous that the two girls wouldn't get on, or jealousy would get the better of one of them. Both girls are quite shy, so I was a little worried that they'd just sit there staring at each other. We all met a local bar for a few overpriced drinks (one of the disadvantages of poly is having to buy 50% more food and drinks!), all as equals, and with the expressly stated goal that this was an introduction, and not going to lead to a threesome.
An hour later, we all got fed up with the outrageous drink prices, and decided it was cheaper to use my collection of alcohol at home, and shortly afterwards, all 3 of us had our very first threesome.
Over the coming weeks, her and I grew closer, and her relationship with her arsehole boyfriend degraded. Eventually (after getting slave's approval) I asked her "Would you like to be my second girlfriend?" She kissed me, laughed, and shyly said yes.
I'd discussed with both girls, before asking her, that I would want to organise my girls First In, Last Out... ie if something happened and the relationships started to fall apart; the newest addition would go, and I would keep slave.
So, for the last 3 months, I've had 2 girlfriends. I love them both very much, and I love slave no less than this time last year.
My new girlfriend is incredibly submissive; it took me 3-4 months to train slave in orgasm-on-command, she picked it up in a week. I refer to her as owned and my property, and it brings a smile to her face; but she is not ready to be collared, and is uncomfortable with being called a 'slave'. While she likes kneeling before me and being owned by me and being helpless before me, she believes very much in equality, and the concept that a dominant could be superior to a submissive doesn't fit well for her.
The two girls do not have a relationship between them; it's a V-shaped poly, rather than a triangular one; slave wonders whether they're both too submissive to be in a relationship with each other. Slave is my 'primary' relationship; she is the girlfriend I introduce to my family and the one I have listed on FaceBook.
slave now has regular play with another mistress; so in a way we both have "another relationship"... which serves to sorta equal things out and, when our relationship is vanillarised for someone, we both have another partner, which is fair. Neither girl has expressed any dislike for the situation, so, looks like it'll be staying this way (I'm not going to complain either!)
I've introduced both girls to some of my vanilla friends. "Hi these are my girlfriends!" They were quite accepting of it.
It took a few months to build up the courage in her to just create a fetlife account; so it'll be many months before I can start bringing her to parties, etc.
The cutest thing ever is when we're sitting on the couch in my lounge room, with one or two of them tied up or at least naked, I put my arms around both, and say: "I love you two", and have the 2 girls take turns to respond "I love you too".
Master Ash
Saturday, December 11, 2010
When kink gets weird
...is when you start cuddling the whip.
Master has one flogger that I especially love. It's black and red suede strips, beautiful for impact play and sensation play. I love the thud it makes on my back when it hits me in full force, and the surprising bite it gives when I'm hit with just the tips.
Yesterday Master and I were playing, I was lying on my back and He had instructed me to put my arms over my face like a blindfold while He alternated between whipping me and tickling me with the flogger. I was really enjoying it and I think, in that relaxed and happy state of mind, Echo may have popped out to say 'hello'. Without thinking or even realising what I was doing, I felt Master move the flogger up my body and dangle it near my face and my arms stopped being a blindfold and reached out to grab the flogger - just the way Echo reaches out to play with a dangling string.
Then, having won the toy and wrestled it to the ground, I cuddled up to it contentedly. Master even let me keep hugging it for the rest of play session, I think He found it kind of cute. When we finished He had to instruct me to let the flogger go and cuddle Him instead. I was happy hugging Him, of course, but couldn't resist feeling around with my free hand to see if I could find my toy again. No such luck unfortunately.
Master has one flogger that I especially love. It's black and red suede strips, beautiful for impact play and sensation play. I love the thud it makes on my back when it hits me in full force, and the surprising bite it gives when I'm hit with just the tips.
Yesterday Master and I were playing, I was lying on my back and He had instructed me to put my arms over my face like a blindfold while He alternated between whipping me and tickling me with the flogger. I was really enjoying it and I think, in that relaxed and happy state of mind, Echo may have popped out to say 'hello'. Without thinking or even realising what I was doing, I felt Master move the flogger up my body and dangle it near my face and my arms stopped being a blindfold and reached out to grab the flogger - just the way Echo reaches out to play with a dangling string.
Then, having won the toy and wrestled it to the ground, I cuddled up to it contentedly. Master even let me keep hugging it for the rest of play session, I think He found it kind of cute. When we finished He had to instruct me to let the flogger go and cuddle Him instead. I was happy hugging Him, of course, but couldn't resist feeling around with my free hand to see if I could find my toy again. No such luck unfortunately.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Question time
Have you ever been tied up and subjected to any forms of foot tortures? Please explain. I wanted to wait a while on this question because, when I received it, the answer was 'no'. I've been to two parties since then and played privately too, so I had hoped it might change, but I'm afraid the answer is still 'no'. I promise I will post about it though, should it happen. Thank you for the question, I especially appreciate how well written it is, it makes it even harder to give you a negative response.
enema
Not to get too technical here, but I don't think that's a question. Or even a comment that relates to this blog. But to answer the question that you maybe meant to ask, no I have not ever had an enema, am not planning to have one in the near or distant future and I'm not especially curious about, or turned on, by the idea of them. I don't have a problem with anyone else doing them, I'm just not interested in having one myself. Neither Master or Miss are into anal play, so it's unlikely that I'll be coerced into one either.
how do i become a willing slave
That's...quite an involved question; I'm not really sure where to begin. I think my first suggestion would be not to assume that being a slave is somehow better than being a sub or a bottom, I know there are a lot of people out there who like to talk about levels of submission and imply that being a slave makes you more of a "true" submissive, that people involved in anything less than 24/7 TPE are taking the easy road. Don't listen to them. M/s relationships are not for everyone - and that's okay. In your relationships and your approach to life and the scene, you need to do what feels right for you. This may be subbing, Domming, switching, pain play, power play, flogging, cutting, needle play, suspension, forniphilia, age play, pet play - or any of the other thousands of options available to you. There is no need to label yourself a slave if you're not comfortable with it.
On the other hand, if being a slave is what you want, then go for it. But I would still advise you to be careful when entering a D/s or M/s relationship because rushing into one could be dangerous. I hate to be so sombre, after all my own M/s relationship has been wonderful and nurturing, but there are still a lot of people out there who twist BDSM to their advantage and really do not have their sub's best interests at heart. So, before accepting anyone's collar, make sure you've played with, been on some dates with them, met their friends, spend some vanilla time together and, most importantly, make sure you feel comfortable and safe with them.
From my own experience, the slavery came forth on its own - it grew and developed with the relationship and the people in it. I know others find they need to work on it more than that and that does mean they are less suited for slavery, just that they come at differently and have different needs. I think you will find that becoming a slave is really a matter of accepting this part of yourself and finding someone to share it with. That can be a Protector or a Dom/me or Master or Mistress or something else that doesn't even have a title - someone who will help you grow, encourage you and look after you.
Until that time, I say, have some fun. Meet people, get involved in a scene (locally or online), play with people and explore as much as you can. It is a truly fascinating world within a world and one that never stops evolving. Enjoy it!
Friday, December 3, 2010
First play party without Master
Last weekend was the first time Master lent me out without supervision. Miss H came over in the afternoon to pick me up for the party, I made us dinner and we got ready together before heading out. When we arrived the party was still in its early stages, no one had started playing and so we joined with socialising. Then Miss decided to bring out my first task for the evening.
Miss does quite a bit of jewelry making and so has a collection of beads of all different shapes, sizes and colours and the box She kept them in had gotten knocked so all the beads got mixed up. So She brought the box along to the party and set me the task of sorting them all back into their original compartments.
I'm not sure if this was an exercise in mental sadism, testing patience, humiliation through demeaning tasks or just that She needed Her beads sorted and didn't want to do it Herself. Maybe a mixture of all of those. I wonder if it was meant to be achievable or not? I've heard of Doms setting impossible kinds of tasks before as some of kind of test for their sub. Knowing full well it won't get finished, but wanting to see exactly how far the sub gets before giving up or running out of time.
It certainly did test my patience. Some of those beads were minuscule and I needed to use Her jewelry pliers just to pick them up. As well as that, I was only allowed to use one hand at a time. Miss chained my right hand behind my back (I'm right-handed) and made me use only my left hand for the first 20 minutes. Then I got to swap over and use my right hand for 20 minutes, then She chained both my hands together and to my waist to shorten my reach. I was kneeling on the ground and had to move the bead box onto my lap so I could reach it and that meant I had to keep it balanced all the time to stop it slipping. (See what I mean about impossible sounding tasks?)
The room we were in had plenty of couches and things so people kept coming in to chat. This meant, of course, that I became a bit of a topic of conversation and everyone was giving Miss suggestions on how to torture me further by messing up the beads again or making the task more challenging. It's very worrying to hear people suggest things like that to your Domme because you can never be quite sure if they'll do them or not.
Eventually I finished and was allowed to join in the party a bit more. It felt great having got it done but, little did I know, I had dropped 5 of the beads while sorting them and then lost them in the carpet. I'd have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for those meddling Doms! They must have scoured the carpet looking for those beads and one of them came to find me later to tell me "You're in trouble...." I did get in trouble too, Miss gave me a swipe with Her extra stingy whip for each of the beads I'd lost and had me count them out loud.
Our play session was fun, it started out with me being covered in moisturiser, then cling wrap and then dressed in a straight jacket and skirt. The skirt and the cling wrap were all later cut off me while I was tied to the St Andrew's cross. I remember some flogging and sensation play and quite a few forced orgasms (Master told Miss about the command word He uses for me and we've discovered it works when She uses it too). I had a really pretty subspace going during that play - and therefore can only remember hazy details. But I know I had lots of fun, I really enjoyed that night with Miss and I hope we can do it again.
The other exciting thing to happen that night is that I am now Miss's official plaything. I say official because we've now listed it on our Fet pages :) Funny how that makes me so excited because it's really just stating what was already going on. But guess that's proof of the influence Facebook is having over this generation.
I think there's more I wanted to say, but I'm super tired and Master has told me I need to post this before I can go to bed. Good night!
Miss does quite a bit of jewelry making and so has a collection of beads of all different shapes, sizes and colours and the box She kept them in had gotten knocked so all the beads got mixed up. So She brought the box along to the party and set me the task of sorting them all back into their original compartments.
I'm not sure if this was an exercise in mental sadism, testing patience, humiliation through demeaning tasks or just that She needed Her beads sorted and didn't want to do it Herself. Maybe a mixture of all of those. I wonder if it was meant to be achievable or not? I've heard of Doms setting impossible kinds of tasks before as some of kind of test for their sub. Knowing full well it won't get finished, but wanting to see exactly how far the sub gets before giving up or running out of time.
It certainly did test my patience. Some of those beads were minuscule and I needed to use Her jewelry pliers just to pick them up. As well as that, I was only allowed to use one hand at a time. Miss chained my right hand behind my back (I'm right-handed) and made me use only my left hand for the first 20 minutes. Then I got to swap over and use my right hand for 20 minutes, then She chained both my hands together and to my waist to shorten my reach. I was kneeling on the ground and had to move the bead box onto my lap so I could reach it and that meant I had to keep it balanced all the time to stop it slipping. (See what I mean about impossible sounding tasks?)
The room we were in had plenty of couches and things so people kept coming in to chat. This meant, of course, that I became a bit of a topic of conversation and everyone was giving Miss suggestions on how to torture me further by messing up the beads again or making the task more challenging. It's very worrying to hear people suggest things like that to your Domme because you can never be quite sure if they'll do them or not.
Eventually I finished and was allowed to join in the party a bit more. It felt great having got it done but, little did I know, I had dropped 5 of the beads while sorting them and then lost them in the carpet. I'd have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for those meddling Doms! They must have scoured the carpet looking for those beads and one of them came to find me later to tell me "You're in trouble...." I did get in trouble too, Miss gave me a swipe with Her extra stingy whip for each of the beads I'd lost and had me count them out loud.
Our play session was fun, it started out with me being covered in moisturiser, then cling wrap and then dressed in a straight jacket and skirt. The skirt and the cling wrap were all later cut off me while I was tied to the St Andrew's cross. I remember some flogging and sensation play and quite a few forced orgasms (Master told Miss about the command word He uses for me and we've discovered it works when She uses it too). I had a really pretty subspace going during that play - and therefore can only remember hazy details. But I know I had lots of fun, I really enjoyed that night with Miss and I hope we can do it again.
The other exciting thing to happen that night is that I am now Miss's official plaything. I say official because we've now listed it on our Fet pages :) Funny how that makes me so excited because it's really just stating what was already going on. But guess that's proof of the influence Facebook is having over this generation.
I think there's more I wanted to say, but I'm super tired and Master has told me I need to post this before I can go to bed. Good night!
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