Well the tit cuffs were a success i believe.
By the time i’d dressed to serve dinner and Master finally got to try them out on me i think He would have preferred to just skip dinner altogether.
i however enjoyed sitting opposite Him, feeling the pins dig into my skin as we ate and talked. Each time i brought Him a new course He squeezed my tits firmly in His hands causing the tacks to press into my skin even harder. That’s a nice thing about the cuffs, they can be worn for hours if not fastened too tightly and are pleasantly painful or they can be pulled very tightly or pressed into the skin causing a sharp, unbearably bearable pain. Master mentioned that He was interested to see my reaction when He caned my tits while wearing them and i must admit i was also very interested to know how that felt, they’d felt pretty good when they dug deeply into me as i knelt on the couch with my tits pressed into the back of it while Master thrust His fingers deep into my cunt. They felt even better when Master abandoned His plan to fist me and instead plunged His cock deep into my cunt, fucking me hard, causing the tacks to stick even further into my skin. He exploded almost immediately, hmm maybe i let Him wait too long

Yesterday my slave announced she was going to “the stores”. Usually this means the supermarket but when she came home she said she’d been to town but wouldn’t tell me where exactly she went, just saying “you’ll find out”. She has a special, secretive demeanour, which she seems to save for such occasions and over time I learned that further prodding would be pointless; I’d find out what she was up to in due time.

After dinner she dug up her sewing machine, set it up on the table and unceremoniously told me to go to my office and not come into the living room. None the wiser I retired to my office from where I could hear the sewing machine buzzing away. After a few hours she announced she was ready and proudly showed me the results of her home crafts.

She had made, for lack of a better word, a set of tit cuffs. These black faux-leather cuffs are elastic and have double D-rings on one end so you can pull them tight to fit around the base of the breast. The interesting thing is that in-between the lace and the elastic she had put thumbnails, thus creating simple yet very efficient little instruments to torture her tits with.

My horny little painslut proudly confessed she’d been thinking about it for a few days, mulling over the best way to put them together. Ever the fashionista, she even made a second pair, also in black but this time sequined. After all, a fashion conscious girl can’t be caught out wearing tit cuffs that mismatch her lingerie.

While at it, she also produced a pair of elastic thigh cuffs in black lace, this time with the thumbnails sticking out. Should she try and cross her legs, something she is not supposed to do as it prevents easy and immediate access to My holes, the thumbnails will give her a literally sharp reminder not to.

Of course I was anxious to immediately try out the effectiveness of our new toys but we decided to wait until tonight. My slave will cook a wonderful dinner and while I enjoy her cookery skills I will have the pleasure of looking at her, knowing that the thumbnails in her tit cuffs are digging into her tits.

Can’t wait for dinner!

I always have to ask Master’s permission to, amongst other things, use the bathroom or smoke a cigarette. The other day i asked for both in succession, as so often when He replied yes to both i slipped in a “may i have everything?” This is usually met with a resolute “No” but the day before yesterday Master’s reply was “What do you want then?”Fully expecting Him to be just teasing me i replied “Everything! To get out a bunch of things and arrange them read for You to use on me.” To my surprise i didn’t hear the “greedy bitch” i’d expected, He instead laughed and said “Monkey cage!” When He explained to me what it was (a kids game played on the last day of school where all gym equipment is set out and a kind of tag ensues.) i started to get excited by the thought of having the choice of what He would use on me and when He added “Ok, tomorrow” i couldn’t wait for the next day to come.

It was pretty hard trying to get to sleep, my mind was racing, considering each whip, each cane with great care. As i mentioned in my last post it has been a few weeks since we’ve had the chance to really play and while i was really turned on by the thought it also made me really nervous too. All the next day my mind kept going to what was to come, keeping me wet throughout the whole day. Later in the evening i showered and dressed in stockings and a corset, choosing one that left my tits free as i anticipated and very much hoped that He would want to play with them. I did my make up more heavy than usual, thinking of how He enjoyed me looking sluttish sometimes and i very much wanted to please Him. Then i put on the stiletto boots that Master had recently bought for me.

I began the preparations for the evening by attaching a metal bar, held by chains, to the hook in the ceiling of the living room. The bar had rings on either end where Master could fasten my hands to with the leather cuffs i’d just buckled around my wrists. To the ring in the idle of the bar i hung a chain with the pussy hook hanging from it. Greedy as ever i also set up the dildo stand, envisioning being filled while Master tormented me. The work bench was next on my list of things to put ready, i love when He crushes my tits in it while He whips me. Next to it i set up the whipping bench.

The choice of whips was difficult, torn between the fear of pain and being able to deal with it and the longing to feel His pain, to watch His enjoyment at my suffering. I finally decided on a large collection ranging from not so harsh leather whips to a variety of canes and the tacked paddle. I also laid the vibrating pussy pump, two clamps and the tit mangle ready on the table. Satisfied that Master would be happy with my choices, i lit candles in the room while Master put on music.

I was shaking when i sat at His feet, excitement, nervousness and pure lust. When He bent over and pulled my head toward Him by my hair and kissed me passionately His hands closed around my tits and began to squeeze. I let out a soft moan as He gripped my tits hard and pulled and twisted them. I offered them up to Him, taking His cock into my hand as He began to slap them. Each time it was harder than the last and i had trouble keeping my balance under blow after blow. I felt how He thrust His foot between my legs, rubbing it against my cunt. Mercilessly y He continued to hit my tits while i began to fuck His foot, as He’d ordered me to do. “That’s right, fuck your Master’s foot like the horny bitch you are.” I heard Him say as i rubbed my cunt back and forth on His foot, coming while He relentlessly continued to abuse my tits.

Master pulled me up onto the couch by my nipples, telling me to position my arse toward Him and spread my legs wide. As His fingers began to probe me, spreading my cunt open He asked if it was still sore from the fisting yesterday. It was and He just laughed when i told Him so. He pressed hard against my cunt and as i came He pressed into me, His other hand slapping my arse. His fingers prodded and probed, pinched and pushed and i knelt there feeling spread open wide for Him while He told me how much He loved seeing my cunt being stretched open by His hand.

I always feel so empty when He pulls out of me but i had little time to think about it as He pulled me back off the couch again, down between His legs, thrusting His cock into my waiting mouth. I licked and sucked on Him, enjoying the throbbing of His cock in my mouth, how He jerked and twitched when i licked around the rim before taking him in as deep as i could. His hands returned to my tits and again He began to twist and squeeze. When He squeezes really hard it takes my breath away and it feels awesome. Master pulled up my head and told me to put my hands in my neck, i immediately obeyed and watched as He took the slut paddle into His hand. He began with soft taps, gradually becoming harder and becoming more painful my tits were red and sore when He ordered me to watch as He tortured my tits and i looked down, seeing the paddle paused above my tit, knowing that any second a burst of pain would follow. I cried out when the next blow came, the pain burning my skin, the excitement of watching the force He used on me causing my to throb. I continued to watch as He hit my tits over and over. The pain combined with His enjoyment at causing it made my cunt explode again.

Finally the pain stopped and Master pulled me into His arms and kissed me. We sat for a while and i continued to stroke His cock while we talked. He then told me that i was to stand to attention by the door. I obeyed and stood, legs spread, arms behind my back, facing the door and waiting while Master adjusted the height of the chains on the metal bar. He told me to come over to Him and straddle the dildo stand. It slid in easily and Master was kind enough to higher it slightly so i didn’t have to work too hard to move the dildo in and out of my cunt. I felt something cold against my arse and realized that He was pushing the pussy hook against my arse hole until it opened up and that too slid inside me. When i felt His hands on my, already sore tits again i started moving on the dildos. Master’s fingers probed my mouth and as i sucked on His fingers he asked if i liked having all my holes filled, i could only nod yeas as i rode myself to orgasm.

Master took up the slut paddle and told me to watch as He began hitting my tits with it. The force He used gradually grew but still i hadn’t prepared me for the blinding pain when He began to lash my tits even harder, i literally saw stars several times. Suddenly Master stopped and softly trailed His fingers across my red and swollen tits, it made me shudder and even His gentle touch felt painful on them. All the while i hadn’t stopped moving the dildo and hook inside me.

I watched as Master took the tit press and roughly pulled my nipples toward it, pulling my tits through it before clamping it tightly closed. To start with the pain was excruciating but as it began to mellow and i continued to ride myself into the next orgasm it was replaced by other pain. Master was hitting my cunt. “Stick it out.”He demanded and i obeyed as best i could given the restrictions inside me. The pain became difficult to bear and i couldn’t help but to try to twist away. I realized that it wasn’t His hand slapping me that was causing so much pain but His ring that was hitting my bone each time. It was a huge relief when He turned His attention to my tits again. My relief was short lived when He tightened the clamp on my tits before picking up the slut paddle. This time i felt how He purposefully aimed at my nipples, sending shots of pain through them with each blow from the paddle. It was a struggle to continue to stick them out, offering them to Him to torture and do with what He wished, but i managed not to, taking strength from the look on His face. That is until He took up the riding crop and began to use that on my aching tits. The first strokes were bearable but then He began to flick at my nipples with the very top of the crop, making me scream and violently struggle to get away from the pain. Tears began to flow as i fought to force myself to turn back toward Him again and offer Him my nipples for more torture but i managed to and again the blinding pain had me reeling, sobbing and begging. My twisting and turning had made the hook in my arse do the same and i was desperately trying to fix it when the pain it was causing was suddenly forgotten when i felt as if my nipple had exploded, for a fraction of a second id forgotten the crop, i was painfully reminded. My relief was huge when Master set down the crop and released me from my binds before guiding me to my cushion.

Again we sat and talked and smoked and again Master at a certain point began squeezing my tits. He ordered me back onto the couch and my legs were barely spread when i felt Him thrust His fingers into me, only pulling them back so that He could add another finger. I spread my knees as wide as possible inviting Him in, longing to feel His fist in me as He twisted and turned, pushing His hand in deeper. “Who do you belong to?” He growled, His hand now filling my cunt. “You Master.” I whispered as i started to push back onto Him, coming hard while my bruised tits were pressed up against the back of the couch. Master pulled out and pulled my head down to His cock. I teased Him with my tongue, sucked and nibbled, enjoying watching and feeling His pleasure. His cock felt so hard, so good in my mouth and i so wanted to feel it in my cunt too but my pleading fell on deaf ears and Master ordered me instead over to the workmate.

I spread my legs wide and bent over, placing my tits between the two wooden vices. Master began tightening them, only stopping when they were squashed tightly, leaving me gasping for air. His fingers that were again probing my cunt helped alleviate the pain and i had to force myself not to ride back onto them because that made my clamped tits even more painful. Master then attached a clamp to both my nipples before continuing His probing of my cunt. I felt so empty when He pulled His fingers out of me but His fingers tightly pinching my cunt made me forget that and i was torn between trying to escape His grip or to grind my cunt harder against Him. Instead He let go and began to tighten the vice again. This time the pain totally took my breath away, i stood thee motionless, not able to do anything but try to breath. It was only when i felt His fingers lightly stroke my swollen tits that i cried out, desperately trying not to move. The pain was excruciating and i was very aware that Master was enjoying putting me through it. I began to beg and as always when i do this Master asked if i really wanted Him to stop and as always i replied “No, Master. I felt close to passing out when Master finally freed me. My breathing was erratic and my legs felt like jello when He led me back over to my cushion. It was nice to rest my head on His knees and catch my breath while He stroked my hair lovingly.

Before long He pulled me up and positioned me sitting between His legs, facing away from Him. I looked down in time to see the slut paddle lash down on me. My tits were already bruised, red and swollen but Master relentless, blow after blow followed. I arched my back offering my tits to Him, kissing and licking His hand and arm. He took hold of my nipples and told me to put the spanking bench in the middle of the room and to position myself to be whipped on it. I felt His eyes on me as i walked over and straddled it before leaning forward exposing my arse for Him.

The first whip strokes weren’t so hard and i pressed my cunt into the bench enjoying the growing glowing on my arse and back. The knotted whip followed which was a lot more difficult, the full blows on my back a welcome alternative to the sharp strokes with the tip on my arse. When i felt the heavy blow of the thick rubber whip on my back i again ground my cunt into the bench, coming while Master whipped me harder and harder. He commented that He couldn’t get at my arse as He wished and ordered me onto the poof on my knees before continuing with the heavy whip. I groaned and stuck my arse out to Him until i suddenly felt the whip flick between my legs, causing my cunt to burst into fire. Each stroke after that made me tense, unsure of where it would land, each time i tried to close my legs to protect my cunt Master ordered me to spread them. Then i felt the single tail flick all over my back and arse and began to relax, only startling when He gave a sharp crack of it but willingly sticking myself out for Him when he started to flick at e again. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me onto the floor, dragging me behind Him as He walked to my cushion. He held me and His words, telling me how He loved me, was proud of me, made me melt in His arms. Master told me that He was nearly ready to fuck me but first He wanted to cane me.

I was unsteady as i walked back over to the poof and positioned myself so that He had free reign. The first strokes were sharp and hard, His fingers teased my cunt in between strokes. I felt a rattan cane, followed by the double rattan cane. My arse was totally on fire but Master continued. At times i could not move or make a sound as the pain took over me but each time i stuck my arse out again, wanting to show Him my eagerness to please Him. His fingers were inside me again when He told me that He was nearly ready to fuck me but first i would receive a beating with the studded paddle. I braced myself for the 3 strokes knowing they would be the hardest i’d received yet. They were and i was still groaning with pain when i staggered over to the couch and climbed on and awaited the next torture. I didn’t have to wait long, my body jerked forward and my tits were crushed into the couch as the paddle blew down on me and i felt how the studs pierced and tore my skin. Before i could catch my breath a second followed and then another and another. The pain was fierce but the feeling immense, i also enjoyed the feeling of my still very painful tits pressed into the couch, for a split second i wondered how the tacked paddle would feel on my tits, then another fierce blow made me forget everything except the soaring pin. He told me He so enjoyed the thought that i would feel the pain for days to come every time i sat down.

Master threw down the paddle and roughly grabbed me by the hips and thrust His cock deep into my cunt, i immediately exploded, grinding back onto Him, my hands clasping His ball while i begged Him to fuck me hard. He did

Were Master’s last words just before He fell into a, what He likes to call “Male hormone induced sleep.” i lay there and couldn’t help but to agree.

The last weeks have been hectic, what with the holidays and near constant house guests, we’ve had very little time for each other and no opportunity to play properly at all. i so enjoy when He spends hours playing with me, restraining me, making me suffer for Him, humiliating me, making me come like there’s no tomorrow. The nervousness, tension and anticipation. But there are also times when just pure lust takes over and we’re both too impatient for anything other than raw sex.

The moment i lay down next to Him when we finally got our house back, His hands grabbed my arse and pulled me against Him. He commented as He reached over and picked up the thaws that He was missing something. He was right, my body showed none of its usual signs of being His property. No redness, no bruising, no welts. He immediately began to use the thaws on my arse as i pressed myself against Him. His cock was hard when i took it in my hand. I love to feel how it swells and jerks each time He hits me. He pulled me up onto my knees so that my arse was facing Him, my mouth hovering over His hardness. As i took Him deep into my mouth i felt His fingers plunge into me, followed by a sharp blow from the thaws. His cock thrust deeper and i began to thrust back against His fingers. He rammed them hard in and out of my eager cunt while my mouth closed firmly around His cock, my tongue licking as i moved my head up and down.

He then pulled me up and told me to straddle Him. His cock slid in easily and i immediately started riding Him. He took hold of both my tits and while He began squeezing them harder and harder He thrust His hips upwards plunging His cock even deeper into me. As i felt my cunt exploding i ground down as hard as i could onto Him. When i heard Him demand i offer Him my tits, i immediately arched backward, offering them to Him as best i could while He began to slap them, harder and harder. My tits were becoming quite painful but the pain, combined with watching Him, His hands as they came down on me, made me grind ever harder against Him, gripping His cock tight as i came harder each time.

His hands continued to slap my tits while He told me that He was going to cane me, my tits were sore and my cunt soaked, sliding up and down on His cock. The thought of the cane, the thought of suffering for Him, made my cunt explode again, it was still clenching Him tight when He pushed me off Him again and I automatically went to position myself to be caned but He roughly pulled me back and plunged His fingers deep into my cunt again. I heard Him laugh at how wet i was before saying that He could probably get His whole hand in me easily. I sucked avidly on His cock as i felt His fingers stretch me open further and further. When i felt His hand press into me i cautiously pushed back against Him, feeling Him totally fill my cunt. My mouth found His cock again and i enjoyed tasting myself on Him, enjoyed His hardness as i licked Him clean, His hand opening me up even more.

Master pushed me down further so that my head was now by His feet. I started to kiss and lick them as He began moving His hand, pushing and pulling, twisting it. It felt totally incredible, my tongue lapped at His feet while He continued to fist me. He commented on how easily His hand had slide inside me without any lube, adding that it was because i was such a slut. Coming with my cunt so filled by Him was very intense and i just wanted Him to go on and on. As i started to come again He asked if i was enjoying it, “Yes Master” i answered in gasps as i rode His fist fanatically. “Good” was His answer “you enjoy the pleasure now, next you’ll feel my pain when I mark your arse.” He continued that i was to count to 10 then He would pull His hand out of my cunt. I groaned at the thought and immediately felt a sharp slap on my arse, accompanied by “greedy bitch!” i hesitated to start counting because His hand felt so good in me and i just wanted to feel it there forever but when i felt Him slap me again i cried out “one” before i felt my cunt clench around His hand again and i came licking and slobbering at His feet.

I counted as slowly as i thought i could get away with, dreading the moment that He would pull out. Coming several times more before i arrived at the dreaded 10. I braced myself but still cried out when i felt Him roughly pull His hand back, leaving my cunt feeling sore and very, very empty. I quickly positioned myself ready for the caning as He’d instructed. “Pleasure and pain, slave” i heard Him growl as the first lash of the cane reigned down on my arse. My body jerked forward but i immediately repositioned myself, my arse stuck out, ready and willing to accept His pain. Some strokes were bearable and it was easier to not move and to await the next lash. Others were more difficult and took my breath away and i struggled to get a grip. Then i would remember His words and forced myself to stick my arse out for Him, fearful for the pain but wanting to please Him, waiting to suffer for His pleasure, wanting to see, hear His pleasure.

My arse felt on fire when Master decided that it was nearly coloured enough for Him to fuck me. 3 quick, sharp blows followed before i felt Him thrust His cock deep into my cunt. His fingers were digging deep into my hips as He fucked me hard. Almost immediately i started to come, i hadn’t caught my breath when i felt His cock swell inside me before exploding hard, sending me off into one last wonderful orgasm.

Yep there’s certainly something to be said for a quickie now and then. In fact it felt very, very good ? My cunt is still somewhat sore, which makes me extremely horny thinking back and remembering how He felt. Which reminds me, we really need to find someone to take pics, i’d so love to have some of Him fisting me; amongst other things that is

It’s been way too long since i’ve written, as always our life has been pretty hectic, what with work, family, vacations and of course each other it’s been quite busy, but all good things? i’ve also been doing some work over on my other website missssin, starting up a web design service and i’ve pretty much finished building a web shop. I also stared a story section there which reminded me how much i ‘d missed writing here and made me determined to take the time to actually sit down and do it. So here goes...

Last week Master bought me some awesome shoes and boots. The shoes are quite high platforms with two bands with strass stones, even though they are extremely high they are quite comfy to walk in and Master likes them so that makes me enjoy wearing them for Him. The boots are thigh high pvc, laced at the front and pretty high healed. Apparently the pvc will stretch and become more comfortable with time but now they are just stiff and hard to move around in. As Master mentioned they in themselves are atm. a bondage item. There’s a zip on the inside so we figured the best way to go was to lace me into them tightly and then after that remove them by way of the zip and wear them for an hour a day so they will take on the right form.

It was weird laying on the couch while Master laced them up because i never sit on the couch, even when we have visitors i sit on my cushion at His feet. The heels are high but i don’t think very much higher than other shoes i have but it was pretty difficult to stand, probably because they are so tight. Master had me walk about a bit and i was quite shaky but it did turn me on to see His enjoyment at watching me in them.

He told me to go and make coffee and when i returned He was waiting with the scale that He likes to hook onto my rings as a sort of serving table for Him. It’s bronze and extremely heavy, He hooked it onto the rings of my labia and with a sadistic laugh dropped it, causing me to cry out with pain. When He placed His coffee cup onto the dish i very nearly lost my balance, the pain was excruciating and i tried desperately to stay standing. Master asked if i could walk forward toward Him, i really couldn’t, it was so hard already to walk in the boots without support and with the scales hanging between my legs it was made impossible. Standing with it is just about doable but walking impossible.

I was so relieved and grateful when Master finished His coffee and removed the scales. He told me to come kneel on my cushion at His feet before leaving and returning with several balls of rope. I felt how my cunt started to throb when i saw the rope because i knew that meant He was about to bind my tits and i very much love that feeling.

Master told me that i was to go and bring Him the tit clamp and also three things for Him to use on me while He sorted out the ropes. I remember standing in front of the cupboard while His words echoed in my head. He was not planning on going easy on me. I always get nervous before Him whipping me, part of me wants it badly, wants to feel His pain, part of me is frightened that i won’t be able to take it. That made it so difficult to choose. Finally i decided on a kind of middle ground. A leather pronged whip because it can be a cool thing to start out with. I love the build up, each whip becoming harder to deal with but not too hard to start with. Then i choose the thaws because it felt like a good follow up, it can be really horny but it can also be pretty hard. I remember looking at the rubber whips and thinking no, i hate them, i hate the stingy, nasty feeling that they cause and some of the leather whips were also a no go because they are too soft. Then i was left to my last choice. I heard Master calling, asking if i was ok in there and realized that i was taking forever and tried to speed myself up. I wanted to end with a cane, i can really enjoy them, but me being me couldn’t help trying to second guess everything, where would He use it? How hard? I finally decided on the rattan cane, worried about how hard it would be on the one hand, on the other wanting it hard. Thinking about all of this just made me more horny and i started to doubt my choices, maybe i should exchange the thaws for the single trail. He often uses the thaws on me so that’s kind of safe but i can so enjoy the single tail, oei but i can hate it too, it can be hard and thuddy, and when He’s slowly warmed me up with other whips it can be awesome but used on its own it can be horrible. Other times its light, stingy and nasty and i hate it, i had no idea of which way He would go. So difficult to choose when i have no idea how it will go. Finally i decided on safe and went with the thaws.

Master laughed at my choices when i returned, i had no idea what His thoughts were and He wasn’t inclined to tell me. When i kneeled before Him again He took one of my tits in His hand and began to bind it tightly. I so enjoy watching while He prepares me to be used by Him. I felt how He pulled the rope tightly around my other breast, stopping now and then to kiss me passionately. My feelings were a mixture of fear and anticipation for what was to come.

When Master had finished binding my tits He proceeded to clamp them, the pain was a kind of breathtaking painful ecstasy. I watched as He attached a bar to the hook on the ceiling before handing me two wrist cuffs and telling me to put them on. When He told me to position myself under the bar i immediately obeyed and felt how every fibre in my body react as He ran His hands over my body.

My arms were stretched above my head, fastened by the cuffs and i clung onto the bar, spreading my legs wide to give Him compete access to me. Briefly His fingers plunged into me but He pulled them out just as abruptly as i started to rock against them. He began to use the leather whip i’d chosen on me. While i started to get used to the growing glowing of my arse and back the pain in my clamped, bound tits was briefly forgotten. He began with not too hard strokes, gently easing me into the things to come, i remember sticking my arse out, welcoming each next stroke, lulled into a sense of totally horny pain with each lash of the whip.

He stopped, walked around me and took my tits into His hands, squeezing them. They were quite sensitive from being bound and clamped. My eyes closed automatically at the pain but He ordered me to open them to look at Him and count to three while He squeezed harder. That always feels so intense, not just the pain, but looking into His eyes while He hurts me. Pff it always blows me away.

Finally He released my tits and began whipping me again. This time i felt a rubber whip, much harder to deal with. First it was light and stung like hell and i found myself twisting and turning, trying to get away from it, each time i heard Masters voice telling me to get back into position. Strangely enough as the strokes became harder i started to long for them more and more, i realized that He was using the thick heavy rubber whip and when i feel the full blow if it, i can’t help but to stick out my arse toward Him, inviting Him to whip me harder.

Again He stopped briefly and took hold of my now extremely sore tits. I cried no but when He asked what i was saying i could only say yes, He asked if i was in pain and i uttered “yes Master” He asked if He should stop, of course i could only answer no. It’s always such a huge conflict when the pain is intense, half of my mind is screaming out yes but the other half knows i shouldn’t, i can’t, i am His property, His to use and abuse as He sees fit and i wouldn’t have it any other way. He asked what i wanted i heard myself say “please hurt me more Master.” What else could i say?

When i felt the thaws it was with hard blows to my back, then to my arse, then my back again. Now and again He would repeat over and over to the same place and it became so hard to bear, i held my breath in an attempt to control the pain but when it became too much cried out and tried to twist away, only to hear Him demand i return to position.

Now and again i felt His fingers tease my cunt, briefly, but i was already starting to float off to a place where, even i, don’t think about coming anymore. Again He walked around me and threatened to tighten the tit clamp, i gasped, my tits were so sore but obviously i could not tell Him. When He kissed me my whole body felt like it melted, i tried to press myself against Him, His tongue pressed hard into my mouth and even though i could see how hard His cock, He didn’t allow me to feel it against me, or in me. He can make me feel so lightheaded, not just the pain but also His passion., His pleasure at beating me, mixed with His passionate kisses, there’s nothing like it.

He laughed while He hung a whip onto each side of the tit clamp, my already very sore and swollen tits felt like they were being weighed down by a ton of bricks. Then i abruptly felt a sharp pain on my arse. I rember thinking, the cane. He’s using the cane but it’s not how i’d envisioned it. It was much sharper and each stroke was followed by another. I couldn’t catch my breath and the pain was excruciating. I pulled back but heard Him demand “stick your arse out” each time. That was so difficult, everything within me wanted to escape, wanted to try to avoid the pain but stronger than that was my eagerness to please Him, the realisation that i would always do that.

It was so weird, i’d chosen the cane myself and actually longed for it but it was quite unbearable, i so didn’t understand (it was only later that i saw that He had first used a different cane to the one i’d chosen.) Then i felt a few soft taps against my arse and heard Him say “ok and now the cane.” I was confused, hadn’t i already had the cane? I was so lost, by then i was floating off into cloud cuckoo land and enjoying every moment of it. Even His fingers that prodded my cunt now and then didn’t really stir me. I wanted more, couldn’t follow His words, just stuck out my arse and waited for the next stroke. And they came. Each time harder, but i didn’t care, i relished everything that He was willing to give me. Hard, thudding, horribly painful, then wonderfully painful strokes. Each time i cried out, then held my breath and waited until the pain eased and spread until it became such an awesome feeling causing me to stick out my arse in eagerness for the next stroke and floated further.

It went on and on and at some point the weight of the whips on the tit clamp had caused it to fall off. At that moment the pain was excruciating, it felt like my tits were being ripped off, but now they were totally forgotten, my back was on fire from the whipping and He continued without mercy on my arse.

His voice seemed to come from so far away when i heard Him tell me that i would receive another three strokes, harder than i’d had before. I tried to pull myself back, i was frightened because they had already been pretty hard but also wanted it so badly. The pain was incredible, intense, making me scream but also making me oh so wet. It was hard to breath, hard to stand and i was so grateful when Master gently unhooked me and led me to my cushion. Grateful to be able to lay my head against Him and drift off again, feel the burning of my body, get my breathing under control, slip out of the wonderful feeling of subspace back into a hugely horny frazzle.
My mouth eagerly sought out His cock, wanting to thank Him. Wanting to feel Him deep in my throat. His leg pressed against my cunt and i rode Him, finally coming as i sucked on Him, my tongue flicking over His balls. I just wanted as much of Him inside me as i possibly could get. When i heard Him tell me to get onto the corner of the couch i eagerly scrambled up, spread my legs wide and held myself open for him. All i wanted was to feel His cock deep inside me. I didn’t have to wait long. He slowly pushed into me, opening me up , then thrusting hard, i’d forgotten how sore my, still bound tits ,were until i felt His hands close around them, pulling me onto to Him. I came, screaming in a combination of pain and ecstasy. Then i felt His fingers tighten their grip, His cock grow even harder and heard His groans, causing my body to totally explode. There really is nothing like feeling Him come in me.

The next day every time i sat down my arse hurt, when i looked in the mirror i saw it was totally black and blue which actually just made me horny again. Master was out at work so what else could a slave do? Exactly! Climb back into bed and eagerly play with her cunt. Hmm now i just need to ask Him for tits to match my arse

Hmm i’m sure i’ve used that subject line before…
Oh well, i like what i like so what the hell

And i do like it Whether Master is squeezing them tightly, crushing them in a vice or caning them, it just feels wonderful. Well You know that kind of horribly painful wonderful.

Oh and of course binding them like He did the other night. First each was separately bound, tightly, before He bound them together. It made me as horny as hell as He bound them tighter and tighter, actually just watching and feeling Him made me extremely horny.

My cunt was absolutely soaked by the time He was done and eagerly awaiting His plunging fingers. i didn’t have to wait long before feeling Him open me up and thrust in and out of me while His other hand teased my tits, which were becoming more and more tender, i was coming in no time.

His hands were squeezing harder and harder and my tits were becoming extremely painful but even without His fingers inside my throbbing cunt the sensation made me come. i’d been sitting at His feet, my legs spread wide, my tits offered up to Him, He pulled me up toward Him and again His hands began to kneed my sore tits. i couldn’t help but to cry out as His hands closed around them like a vice, i leant my head against Him, struggling with the pain but at the same time licking and kissing His neck and chest. i heard Him ask if i enjoyed suffering for Him, i answered that i did and i very much do. It feels so good when i can feel how His cock jerks and hardens in my mouth or my cunt because of the pain He is causing me, its a huge turn on, i couldn’t help but to desperately try to position myself over His leg so my cunt could rub against Him

Master pushed my head down and i eagerly took His cock into my mouth, sucking Him in as deep as i could. i licked and sucked on Him, enjoying feeling Him so hard. i could feel how the rope was cutting into my skin, my tits were purple and so painful that even the slightest touch felt like the lash of a whip. my tongue played with His cock as i tried to take Him in further, wanting to feel Him in my throat.

By the time He ordered me onto my hands and knees on the couch i was so wet that He easily thrust into me, just as i started to come i felt how He roughly took a hold of my tits again, His slut handles, and used them to pull me hard onto Him making me feel like my cunt had exploded. There’s nothing in the world like feeling His cock throbbing and ready to fill me, feeling my body sore from His attentions as He thrusts so deep as He comes, pure ecstasy, and always my best orgasm of the night

It’s so hard readjusting to everyday life after the months of preparation for our wedding, then the wedding itself, which was absolutely wonderful. It was warm, romantic and also a lot of fun. The honeymoon we spent pretty much just relaxing, enjoying the sun, the Jacuzzi and of course each other

i’m sitting here trying to work but my mind keeps wandering off, in particular to one evening while we were on honeymoon. We’d spent the afternoon at a restaurant looking out over the beach, the sun, sangria and my handsomely browned and extremely mellow Master left me glowing. The tribal rings which i’d finally managed to stretch my labia piercings to accommodate pulled down heavily on my lips and my tits were nicely sore from several slaps Master had given them on the way to the restaurant, it wasn’t just my heart and face that were glowing...

After returning to the house Master suggested we get into the Jacuzzi, of course i didn’t have to think twice, the temperature was still lovely outside and the Jacuzzi very enticing. It was of course coincidence that i was positioned exactly above one of the jets which brought me to, and kept me on, the brink of orgasm

Master was sitting opposite me and i moved over so that i was kneeling between His legs in the water and kissed Him longingly. His hands went straight for my tits and He started to squeeze them, at first His grip was gentle but gradually it became harder as He began to twist and pull on them. my automatic reaction was to take hold of His cock. Feeling Him so hard in my hand turned me on even more and when He started to bit my tits hard i couldn’t help but to rub Him against my throbbing cunt, longing to feel Him inside me.

His hands were relentless and continued to kneed my now extremely sore tits and all i could think of was how badly i wanted to feel Him in me right then. i’d been wearing a swimsuit as the Jacuzzi was visible for the neighbours from their bedroom windows but as usual my horniness won from my shyness and i quickly pulled it off before straddling Master and letting His cock slide deep inside me.

i began to fuck Him like there was no tomorrow, His fingers were pulling hard on my nipples, the pain taking my breath away and causing my cunt to clench tightly around Him. He forced me to look at Him so that He could enjoy seeing the pain He was causing me, seeing the pure lust on His face had me thrusting even harder against Him. The moment He relinquished His grip somewhat and the pain began to ease i felt wave after wave of total ecstasy as i moved up and down on His cock. He began to slap my tits and for a brief moment i remembered the neighbours but it didn’t matter, i didn’t want Him to stop, in fact the thought of someone watching while He tortured my tits causing me to ride Him like a bitch on heat actually turned me on.

The weightlessness of the water made it so easy to fuck continuously without tiring, i have no idea how many times i came. It must have been over an hour later when Master told me to go inside and shower after which i was to dress in garter belt, stockings and heels and to wait for Him, He added that i was to use the glass dildo to keep myself ready for Him until He got there.

The dildo felt good but not half as good as Master had felt, my piercings were clanging like crazy against the glass as i moved it in and out while impatiently waiting for Master. Finally He came and forced me onto my knees, my mouth opened wide to take His cock as deep as i could. His fingers were deep inside my cunt, plunging in and out when i felt the taws come down hard on my back and arse. my skin was tender because of the sun and each blow felt twice as hard as usual but i kept my mouth on His cock as He had told me to do regardless of how harsh the pain was.

i felt how He stretched my cunt wide open with 4 fingers, almost ramming His whole hand into me as He continued to beat me with the taws. Suddenly i felt Him pull me up by my hair while telling me that He wanted to cane me before fucking me again and to assume presentation position. i immediately obeyed, positioning myself in the middle of the bed on my hands and knees, my arse stuck out waiting for the first lash of the cane. It was harder than i’d expected and before i could catch my breath another followed, then another. i was still twisting and groaning from the pain when i felt His hands roughly take hold of my hips before forcing His cock deep inside my extremely soaked cunt. His hips thrusting against my sore arse, His cock hard and throbbing inside me had me coming again in no time. When i felt Him swell and start to come it felt like a huge explosion giving me one final incredible orgasm before collapsing in His arms.

So i sit and think back longingly counting the weeks until we return to Spain, and of course the Jacuzzi, in September

My afternoon nap of course consisted, in part, of my afternoon masturbation session where i thought about the breast mangle, i’m excited to try it, my tits are still black and blue from a recent torture session but that actually enhances my excitement. Each time i see the bruising i remember, His face, His words, His pain. When i lay in bed and dream back while teasing my clit with my finger i can’t help but to press my arm down onto my still very tender tits and i instantly feel my cunt clenching as the pain makes me recall how He’d relentlessly beaten them with the torse and the cane. Agony, ecstasy.

I imagined how the mangle would feel, i do so love having my tits bound and beaten, watching as Master tortures them. My cunt throbbing the only thing i could think was of having it filled, the pussyhook? The dildo stand? Both? Would that even fit? His hand does, His hand...

It was so cool to wake up from the nap and read Masters post, actually more hot than cool so now i’m sitting here writing and throbbing and dying for this evening to come

I can’t help it, I am a sadist. Not that this fact bothers me, on the contrary, I derive great pleasure from my sadism and for the most part so does my slave.

I just love to torture my slave’s cunt and at times that can be a bit tricky. After all, only a small flick of the whip could easily tear out one of the rings in her outer labia. Therefore, I make my slave take out her rings prior to a cunt torture session, something that is not easily done with the 5 mm screw-in ball rings she now wears.

When you want the screwed-in balls to come loose to remove the rings they are invariably almost too tight to loosen and at times you want them to stay where they are they tend to come loose. Only the other day one of the balls came loose while visiting a friend. My very red-faced slave had to bend over under the amused glances of our host to pick up the little steel ball from the floor. However amusing that little incident may have been, for a long time I have been looking for a solution to the problem and I think I have found one.

Wildcat sells what they call a tribal dream ring. Unlike other rings these have an internal locking screw that is opened and closed with a small screwdriver. Very easy and quick to take out, yet no more fear of the coming loose at times you don’t want it. Only problem is that these rings are 8 mm in diameter while my slave’s piercings are just over 4 mm.

So, thoughtful as I am, I also got her an enlarging crescent. Every night I sit back and enjoy the sight of my slave using the crescent to stretch the holes in her labia to almost double their current size so they can accommodate the 8 mm tribal rings. I can only imagine how obscenely sexy these huge rings will make her cunt look.

While shopping at Wildcat I – well, actually my slave did - stumbled across a breast mangler, or, for the less posh among us, a tit press. This particular one consists of just two narrow steel bars, which means that most of the tit flesh is still available for further torture once her tits are clamped in it. I haven’t used it yet, but that will change tonight.

Life is good!

I’ve been thinking lots lately about pain and how i experience it. It is actually pretty weird, it does one of two things for me. Either it’s a question of Master wanting me to suffer for Him and i try every which way to suffer that pain for Him because i am His slave and i want to satisfy His needs or it’s a pain i enjoy and it makes me totally horny.

Pain i enjoy... i broached upon it in my last entry, how i feel when He squeezes my tits so hard that it brings me to my knees. Its apparently a pain i can endure, the strength of His grip brings me literally to my knees, i feel His strength, feel His unrelentlessness and it turns me on so hugely. To see His excitement at hurting me, His cock in my hand, my mouth, His hand, seeing His enjoyment. There is a lot of pain i can suffer because of that, because it turns me on so much to see Him enjoy me so much.

There is pain i enjoy just as is. His fingers are plunging in and out of me, His words, telling me i am a slut making me want to spread my legs wider for Him, the look on His face as He hurts me, as difficult as it can be i offer myself to Him time and again.

The most wonderful pain in the world is when it sends me soaring off into subspace. The only thing in my head being His touch, the way He looks at me, the way He talks to me, the pain, total oblivion, i don’t think i’m wrong in saying that’s what the most masochists are looking for, that wonderful oblivion.

The pain itself is important, vanilla sex bores me, totally. Stroke my tits nicely and i’ll probably smile politely, torture them, twist and turn and slap and whip them and i’ll be coming like there is no tomorrow. Finger me nicely and perhaps i will even come nicely but fist me while Your telling me how and why i am Your slut and all my inhibitions are gone and i’ll just ride Your hand until i come over and again.

Humiliate me and let me feel Your control and i will submit, fully. Fasten me in chains, my cunt filled with the pussyhook or skewed on the dildo stand while He walks around me, His hands teasing me, hurting me, taunting me, i’m lost.

I guess it all comes down to the fact that pain is not pain. I’m not so masochistic that i just enjoy pain, actually no pain what so ever is involved in any of the masturbating i do on a daily basis, even though it’s the feature in what i fantasize while i masturbate. It just doesn’t work without the passion of submitting.

Sometimes i think perhaps i should be ashamed, perhaps i should just be happy with some nice satisfying sex several times a week as the majority of society apparently is, but really i’m not. i’m fascinated and turned on by everything that is perverse and different. I hate monotony, i hate to have control, i love the excitement of not knowing, of being used and abused in the most obscene situations. Hmm i guess when i started out in BDSM one of the most exciting aspects to me was being forced to do the things i wanted to do but just would never dare to do.

Then i think nope nothing whatsoever to be ashamed of, i feel pretty good about my sexuality, there are far worse ways to fill life