Tonight I said something to Master, something that apparently didn't sit right with Him. What I said, exactly, doesn't matter....what does matter is that He took exception to my comment.
Being a little slow to learn, I uttered a few additional comments, and those comments didn't sit right with Him either.
A small amount of time passed...then He got up from where He was sitting and came over to me. He leaned over me, put His face close to mine, and then He pinched my right nipple hard. While He pinched, He verbally corrected me for my earlier comments.
The pinching hurt. A lot. He pinched so hard I was on the verge of tears. It takes a lot for me to get to the point of tears, so you can imagine how hard He was squeezing my poor nipple.
When He let go, the lesson was learned. It may have been learned the hard way, but it was learned.
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Saturday, July 6, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Dream a Little Dream of Me...
Yesterday morning, right after we woke up, Master told me about a dream He had. In the dream, He and I were in a bar or restaurant, and He wanted me to leave with Him to go have sex. I 'playfully' refused His request, in this dream, and this really excited Him, both in the dream and in real life, as He woke up in a state of arousal.
A little while later, after a few cups of coffee, He 'playfully' pushed me up against a wall in the kitchen, and scolded me for teasing Him in His dream. "You might need a beating later on," He told me.
I didn't think that was fair, as I wasn't actually in His dream, and I started to say as much, but I shushed up when His fingers started to crush my nipples. Besides, I'm not one to turn down a beating, am I?
The beating came much later in the day, after an afternoon of running errands. He wasn't nice about it. There was no ceremony, no ropes or restraints, no warm-up (grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr), just me bent over the end of the bed, while He went straight to the cane.
How cruel is that? Seriously. It. Hurt. And not in a good way.
And believe it or not, it got worse. He pulled out the long handled shoe horn (which is not an approved* sex toy, btw), and used it on the sweet spot, and on the backs of my thighs. Why? Because He thought the marks it left looked "pretty."
Of course, in between creating welts with the cane and "pretty" marks with the shoe horn, He took the time to fuck me and grind against my stinging skin. With each thrust I would cry out in pain, and He would moan in pleasure.
He's such a Sadist.
He continued this pattern, beating then fucking me, until I cried. Once He had my tears, He told me to get up on the bed, and then He kissed everything and made it all better.
When it was all over, He really wanted me to see how the "pretty" mark from the shoe horn looked, so he whacked me on the top of my right thigh so I could easily see. So kind, yep, that Master of mine is so thoughtful.
Sadly, I didn't really share in His appreciation of the "pretty" mark. To me, it's an "OMG THAT F*ING HURTS!" mark, and I think it would be a real shame if the long handled shoe horn suddenly, and without warning, disappeared.
However, the saddest part of all is that after all that pain, there are no marks on my backside today. Not a one. There should at least be one bruise, or one left over welt, but nope, nada. And I know when Master reads this, He will tell me, "Well, that just means I'll have to try harder."
Sadists...
*The long handled shoe horn is not approved for use as a sex-toy/implement of pain by the Official BDSM Committee Who Wrote the Rules of Proper BDSM Stuff, which I swear is all real, but Master insists is fake.
A little while later, after a few cups of coffee, He 'playfully' pushed me up against a wall in the kitchen, and scolded me for teasing Him in His dream. "You might need a beating later on," He told me.
I didn't think that was fair, as I wasn't actually in His dream, and I started to say as much, but I shushed up when His fingers started to crush my nipples. Besides, I'm not one to turn down a beating, am I?
The beating came much later in the day, after an afternoon of running errands. He wasn't nice about it. There was no ceremony, no ropes or restraints, no warm-up (grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr), just me bent over the end of the bed, while He went straight to the cane.
How cruel is that? Seriously. It. Hurt. And not in a good way.
And believe it or not, it got worse. He pulled out the long handled shoe horn (which is not an approved* sex toy, btw), and used it on the sweet spot, and on the backs of my thighs. Why? Because He thought the marks it left looked "pretty."
Of course, in between creating welts with the cane and "pretty" marks with the shoe horn, He took the time to fuck me and grind against my stinging skin. With each thrust I would cry out in pain, and He would moan in pleasure.
He's such a Sadist.
He continued this pattern, beating then fucking me, until I cried. Once He had my tears, He told me to get up on the bed, and then He kissed everything and made it all better.
When it was all over, He really wanted me to see how the "pretty" mark from the shoe horn looked, so he whacked me on the top of my right thigh so I could easily see. So kind, yep, that Master of mine is so thoughtful.
Sadly, I didn't really share in His appreciation of the "pretty" mark. To me, it's an "OMG THAT F*ING HURTS!" mark, and I think it would be a real shame if the long handled shoe horn suddenly, and without warning, disappeared.
However, the saddest part of all is that after all that pain, there are no marks on my backside today. Not a one. There should at least be one bruise, or one left over welt, but nope, nada. And I know when Master reads this, He will tell me, "Well, that just means I'll have to try harder."
Sadists...
*The long handled shoe horn is not approved for use as a sex-toy/implement of pain by the Official BDSM Committee Who Wrote the Rules of Proper BDSM Stuff, which I swear is all real, but Master insists is fake.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
If It Looks Like a Sadist, And It Quacks Like a Sadist...
The other day Master took exception to the fact that I called Him a Sadist in my last post.
"Look at you, writing about me and calling me bad names," He said.
Somewhat indignant, I replied that I'd done no such thing.
"Yes, you did," He growled. "You called me a Sadist."
Well, yes, I admitted, I did indeed call Him that. And I was right. As proof, I submit to the jury the fact that while He was taking me to task for calling Him a Sadist, He was busy pinching my nipples (hard) while He pushed me into the bedroom.
I rest my case.
"Look at you, writing about me and calling me bad names," He said.
Somewhat indignant, I replied that I'd done no such thing.
"Yes, you did," He growled. "You called me a Sadist."
Well, yes, I admitted, I did indeed call Him that. And I was right. As proof, I submit to the jury the fact that while He was taking me to task for calling Him a Sadist, He was busy pinching my nipples (hard) while He pushed me into the bedroom.
I rest my case.
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