Slip up with mouth and eyes.

Slip up with mouth and eyes.

 

At lunchtime today, I was video chatting with Daddy when he said something, can’t even remember what it was but I came out with b****y hell, Daddy asked what I said and I rolled my eyes, exasperated that he heard me swear then saw me roll my eyes.

I got lectured on behaving and then when he told me to apologise, ( Something I do struggle with when I’ve just been told off, my pig headed stubbornness won’t let me apologise properly coz I was now in a mood ) I said, “Sorry the word just slipped out and my eyes just rolled.”

He was not happy with my response so I was told to get a 5 pence coin, and stand against the wall holding the coin with my nose. Miss Bratty came out, are you serious ? Really ? The words slipped out. You know the sorta thing you say. Suddenly Daddy asked if it was cold outside. I paused my rant, confused by his question. Blurted out, of course it’s cold outside. Ready to begin complaining again, when he told me to go outside to do it. NOW.  “What, do my time-out outside ? Can I wear a coat ?” I asked. “Nope go and do it now, and bring your phone so I can watch you do it.” Daddy told me. “Find a coin and go.”
I pulled my purse out of my bag, looking for 5p but didn’t have one. “I’ve 20p.” I told him. “That will do, now outside.” he said.
I was not happy, so not happy as I went to the side of the house, I propped my phone on the windowsill, put the coin on the wall, stuck my nose on it then just waited. I dropped it a few times but the worst was after 4 minutes. And I had to start over again. Frustrating the hell outta me, I started again, when Daddy started singing at the top of his voice. OH MY LORD gag me now before I say something I will regret. As he continued to sing, asking me silly questions, I blurted out for him to shut up. Biting my tongue afterwards, “Do you want to earn extra time ?” Daddy asked. I said no as calmly as I could. So I just closed my eyes and waited until time was up.

Finally Daddy told me it was time, I got the coin ready to go inside when he told me to look at him. Here we go, I thought, more lecturing.

“I love you, I just want the best for you. Now go inside, make yourself a coffee and warm up.” I looked at him, “Is that an order ?” I asked, yes I know brattily. “Yes in fact, make one for Master too.” I paused, taking a deep breath I grabbed his mug and mine then made the coffee. “Do I have to take it up to him ?” I asked, “Yes he can’t drink it without having it.” I carried the cup, whilst staying on the phone. Knocked on the door, asked if I could come in and handed him the cup, “How about a nice, here’s your coffee Master or something nice.” He asked, I pulled a face then he said, “Did you just roll your eyes at me ?” I protested, saying I did not roll my eyes, I pulled a face yes, but I did not roll my eyes. I said, “I’ve just been outside for 10 minutes.” “What, why?”

he asked, “I swore and rolled my eyes at Daddy,” I told him.

“Well in that case you can go outside again, take the phone with you so Daddy can time you.” Seeing no point in arguing, I just went downstairs and walked outside. “Take your coffee,” Daddy told me, so I went back for it, putting my phone on a different windowsill I talked to Daddy outside, drinking my coffee.

Luckily it made the 10 minutes go quicker as we talked about Christmas presents, and the next time we meet up, what did we want to do.

Whilst I was doing my second timeout outside, I realised I hadn’t sent pictures of my lines and maths today, and I discovered this morning I hadn’t taken them yesterday. Oh fudge, I was gonna be in trouble for that now. So as soon as I went in, I took yesterday’s lines and maths and today’s. Telling them that I forgot to send them.

Daddy video called again, asking if I forgot on purpose or did I really forget. I said I really forgot. “Okay well I’m going to have a think and maybe discuss this with Master what your punishment should be. You’ve had such a rough week.”

When I looked at my phone again I had a message from Master. Write your lines in reverse order.

I was a bit confused with what he meant, but basically instead of starting from the left of the page, I will start on the right.

A bit later I got a message from Daddy, after discussing it with Master you will do an extra 50 lines, so double, written backwards.

I think I’ve got it, I will have to do these when I’m very awake I think.

 

Fun day.

Yesterday was a fun day for us. We were going out in the Lotus, meeting a group from the Kit Car Club. It was a new club for us and Master thought they sounded all fun, normal guys, who just loved cars. Much nicer than the Porsche Club we were in. They were all self-centred, look at me, my car cost £70,000, or I bought a new engine and it cost £4000. It was all about who had the best car and if your car wasn’t pricey, they just didn’t speak to you.

Master said we would give this group a try.

 

The club were going for a drive before coming to our town to meet up. But Master didn’t fancy the first drive, so we went out together, going on all the bendy roads, making me scream, driving fast, but it was so much fun. But OMG SSSOOOOO cold. The forecast was 0 degrees but with the windchill it was below 0.

Master had taken the full roof off and the doors so there was little protection. My new coat did help and the thermal hat and scarf were really warm but the gloves were rubbish. I wasn’t allowed to take a blanket, but after our rip yesterday, I did say I was buying one, Master laughed, but never said no. I will buy one thats blue and yellow, so it matches the car.

After our drive we went to meet this group. There were 9 kit cars, I think, and the guys were stood on a balcony of a cafe, to keep watch on the cars.

 

I always feel uncomfortable at these things, mainly due to past experiences, but my self-confidence drops so low, I always feel like they are scrutinising me. But the group of 9 older men just accepted me. I was the only girl, and a young boy coming with his Dad. When they talked they started cursing, then apologised to me, I told them to carry on as normal, I don’t care as I swear too, so they did. I felt that comfy that when they started talking car talk, I just asked what do you mean, I hope you don’t mind if I ask but I’m not a very car person, so I only understand the basics. They told me, it was fine ask away, they were happy to explain in basic terms, this made me feel happier that they would do this. So I could at least understand the conversation and even join in.

As it was a beautiful day there were loads of people out and about, and where we had parked was by the marine lake, crazy golf and other family attractions, so seeing a collection of kit cars, people couldn’t help but have a nosey. This was fine if they didn’t touch the cars, but it didn’t happen. I presume this was why they club stood on the balcony, because they shouted down to people to stop touching the cars. Or get the kids off the car. I don’t know what it is about people these days, as they just don’t give a fuck. If a car was parked on the street or car park, no one would touch them, but in a little group like this, they just do what they want. So though we were all chatting we still had one eye on the cars. Few minutes later Master and another guy, shouted out really loud to someone.

A Dad had lifted his kid into our car so he was sat in the driver’s seat.

I mean, who does that !!!! No apology came from the guy, he just walked away.

I would never have done that when E was little, also I would ever have let him touch the cars.

A few other little incidents when kids were allowed to climb on or reach into the cars, but then all was good. We had a coffee and Master even let us have a cake too, as it was lunch time and it seemed like the guys weren’t doing anything else. One guy had gone to buy doughnuts and candyfloss, I had to turn away from the candyfloss, if google is right, America calls it cotton candy, just for any Americans who read this and doesn’t understand it..

I was messing on my phone for a bit then when I looked up, all the guys had gone. Well I was on my blog, looking at messages, then onto SpankingTube and Fetlife. Guess I can’t stop perving at kinky fuckery. Lol

 

All that was left around me was the club leaders bag of doughnuts, candyfloss and a drink. Left on the table. I picked them up and walked down to the rest of them, passing the goodies to the guy, ( can’t remember any of their names, so I’m just calling them guys. ) I was then really interested in the selection of cars, what one car had that was useful, I would tell Master if it was possible to get it for our car. As they were all kit cars, it was nice to see the differences, ours is quite raw looking, no carpet, no side panels and the interior was painted.

But to be honest I liked the rawness of our car, it felt like a kit car, whereas the others, though looked really nice, did look like any other car.

The next minute I heard Master shout, Oi get outta the car, the person just ignored and his kid still messing inside. Master walked towards them, OI GET OUT OF MY CAR, you wouldn’t like it if I got into your wife would you, Master shouted across. Then the guy lifted the kid out, and began walking towards us to go to the cafe. No apology but there was the nastiest sneer on his face. He really didn’t give a shit.

 

Anyway we stayed there about 3 hours, just talking car stuff. They are going to   Le Mans this year, all driving down in convoy, they could on the track if they wanted, but the full cost of this little 6 day trip was over £1000. Something we couldn’t do, but Master doesn’t fancy it anyway. But there is a trip to Holland to drive through the Tulips fields. They said its a drive for the ladies. I’d love to go to that, so Master is going to find out when it is and the cost.

 

We ended up staying 3 hours, I was very very sore by the time we were all leaving, stood up in the freezing cold is not ideal for my back, so I had a struggle to get in the car, but once in, Master fastened my seatbelt, we left in convoy. Deciding to follow the guys for a bit before heading in the other direction to go home.

It’s fantastic when you’re in a convoy with nothing in between you, the noise of the exhausts, squeal of tires, thick exhaust fumes but it’s the most exciting thing to do. The next meet up is in 3 weeks, can’t wait.

Drs visit.

Just returned from the Drs, and seeing the nurse. She did a good check on me, temp, pulse, throat, listened to my chest which left me coughing badly, every time she said breath deeply I’d get half way then start coughing.

( I’m super conscious of bugs in the air, so I coughed into my scarf to keep my bugs away from everyone else. I’m always telling the boys if they sneeze everywhere to ‘cover your mouth when you sneeze’ so the bugs aren’t passed on )

I think they both think I’m nagging for the sake of it, but it’s what I do.

Not nag, well yes okay I nag the boys a lot, but I also say a lot of sensible things too, though Master would probably say a few sensible things. E would probably say no sensible things, I’m too old…….  Charming !!!

Anyhow back to the Drs……..

The nurse said I have a upper respiratory virus, nothing can be given, just rest, and drink plenty. Don’t buy anything from the chemist or supermarket as they are all, rubbish and nothing works. If I feel it’s getting worse or taking it’s time to go then come back.

So I’m back home, had my lunch in bed whilst the dogs had a jumbone to munch on. But they are never sure about these chews, Muffin sits by it for ages then chews a bit, Dave I hoped would just have a try of his, especially as we were in bed, but no, off he went, I knew exactly where that would be. I heard him go downstairs, heard the clatter of the dog flap, I knew he would be inside my planter, burying his chew. It made no difference that it was snowing outside.

A few minutes later I heard him come back in, run up the stairs and onto the bed. His snout all black with soil, he then sat by Muffin hoping she would leave hers so he could eat it. Happens every time he has a chew he doesn’t really like. There must be 50 chews buried in my garden. Muffin is now growling at him, she doesn’t want anymore but she won’t let Dave have it either, I’ve buried the chew inside the bed for now. Just so Dave stops hunting for it, luckily he has and fallen asleep on Masters side, head on his pillow. Hope all the soil doesn’t drop all over his pillows and sheet. I will give it a brush down when I go downstairs later.

But hope I’m better soon as I’ve a busy week next week.

TMI TUESDAY, 6th FEB, 2018

1) Pancakes or waffles?
Pancakes with salted caramel sauce and vanilla ice-cream.

2) Steak or lobster?
Steak if it’s rib-eye.

3) Freckles or dimples?
Dimples are cuter.

4) Board games or video games?
Board games definitely, I’m rubbish at video games.

5) Dress up or dress down?
Dress down definitely, still looking nice but not all fancy.

6) Backseat of car or kitchen counter? (Of course I’m talking about a spontaneous place to have sex)
This is a tricky one, with my disability, I’d have to say kitchen counter, though that would be pretty hard work. In my younger days, we have done both, if I was still fit, I would say both. I like being greedy.

7) Nipple clamps or handcuffs? Tell us why you chose your particular sexual encounter enhancement?
Didn’t have to think about this one, cuffs definitely. Why ? Coz my nipples are so sensitive, everything done on them is agony. So throw those clamps away.

Bonus: How was your weekend? Would you like to repeat it or never see that weekend again?
This weekend was rubbish, Saturday our son goes shopping with his girlfriend, I’d planned a lovely spanking in my head, tied up stood on the bed against the wall, letting Master colour my ass purple with any toys he chooses. If I’m lucky I will get to squirt and have multiple-orgasms and Master will fuck my ass, sending his hot cum up my sexy ass.

Instead, I started with the flu, and spent most of the weekend sick. I don’t want to see this weekend again.

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Sick leave.

This flu is certainly taking hold, chesty cough, blocked nose that is pounding, swollen throat that is sore. 😦 Master went to the chemist yesterday but with all my other meds I take, they couldn’t give him anything without seeing me first. I don’t think I should get a Drs appointment when it’s only been 2 days, maybe by the end of the week if it’s no better. My best friend says I should but I don’t, not yet anyway. I will if it gets worse.

I’m in bed, my beautiful dogs are next to me, taking most of the room lol, the fan heater is on, no point putting the central heating on for the entire house. I’ve just made a hot Oxo, ( a beefy drink ) watching Dexter, not watched it since it ended, must be a few years ago since then. So I’ve started from the beginning.

I started reading other blogs but God, it’s making me horny and longing for a spanking, but I’ve not got the energy to have a play, and Master is at work.

Master put me on official sick leave, meaning only lines and bedtime is set, all other chores are put on hold.

Maybe I should write some of my book, put my desires into words instead. Hmmmm that could be an idea, there’s certainly plenty of fuckery and spanking in it, lol. I can just add some more.

Okay that’s it for now, hope you all have a happy happy day. 🙂

Drawing my sketches.

Each week I’m trying to focus on my sketches and getting it right, but faces, I’ve found to be incredibly hard.

Over the weekend, I kept asking Master what he thought, I kept getting 1 part right but not the rest. Eventually he said that the woman’s face looked okay. So I started on the man’s face.

Oh my god, I’ve tried and tried, getting so frustrated, I think I’m just going to colour it in and start a new one. Master did say don’t finish it, try another but I didn’t want to give up.

I’ve found a selection of pictures that are just faces, so I’m going to focus of them for a few weeks.

I thought hands were hard but jeez, faces are 10 times harder.

I’m used to drawing pictures for toddlers so I drew a basic pictures, not realistic, detailed sketches.

A new event, do we go or cancel. I must decide.

Last year I was sent a message about an event she thought Master and I would like to go to. It was held in a fetish/swinger venue, we would have a 6 hour drive to get there, so last week I finally booked a room in their hotel. What we liked about this event was the time, Sunday afternoon through to the evening. As you know  I’m no night owl. My bedtime is set for 9pm, and I like that.

Now somewhere between booking the event and booking the hotel, my mind had changed what the event was. We knew the dress code was very strict, dinner suits for the men, all Doms, then the subs, all female, completely naked.

Now after our first naturist holiday, the naked part I wasn’t concerned with.

But I had imagined we were having a dinner party event, after dinner the men smoking cigars chatting whilst their sub sits on the floor by his feet. Maybe a Dom may ask your Dom if he could feel you up or spank you, but always in front of your Dom. More like in the olden days I guess you could say. I’m not sure why my mind had decided this was the event.

After I booked the hotel, I looked at the event details and realised the event was held at this swingers/fetish club. Looking at the site, there were lots of play rooms, some private, some with peep holes, and separate rooms for swingers play.

There was no rule to say you had to play, everyone had to be respectful, so if a person said No, it meant No.

Last year Master and I ventured into trying out swinging. Both of us liked the idea of finding either a single female sub or a couple with swinging and fetish loves.

But we were hoping to go slow, meet this person/couple, get to know them, become friends and enjoy our fun whenever we felt like it. Master had mentioned more than once that he would love us to have another sub that would be part of our lives more than once or twice a month.

After searching to no avail, we just couldn’t find anyone. No disrespect to swingers, but the ones we met, well to put it bluntly, just wanted a fuck and that’s it.

I felt like we were just another notch on their bedpost. I think Master would have continued the search but he knew I was only doing it because he wanted to.

The first experience with a couple, well I couldn’t wait until it was over.

The second experience was nicer, as it was with one person, Master and I both enjoyed playing together, including this person.

But we found the entire conversations with all swingers we met, either for a meet up or for a play, just talked about the couple’s they’ve fucked or watched porn.

Like I said earlier, I’ve mean no disrespect to swingers, if that’s what you enjoy then that’s fantastic. But for me especially, no, I’ve only ever had sex with Master, I wasn’t a girl that wanted to sleep around when I was younger. I’m kinda old fashioned in a way.

So when I looked at the plan of the venue, seeing play rooms, I began to get nervous. The event isn’t for a couple of months so what will I be like when we went.

I messaged Master whilst he was at work, telling him how nervous I was already. So he said well cancel it. I’m not bothered, I said yes go coz you fancied it.

This was a surprise to me, I thought he wanted to go.

We chatted a little more then I had to go out, so we didn’t mention it again until he came home. Then he asked if I had made a decision. I said no, I don’t know what to do. I went to explain what I thought the event was, and he said I know exactly what you thought it was going to be and proceeded to tell me everything perfectly.

God he knows me so well. 🙂

You didn’t realise in was a swingers/fetish venue or that there were play rooms. Look we won’t go then, I was only going as you seemed so interested, anyway if will save me a 6 hour drive. He told me.

But I feel I’m letting you down by cancelling. I said.

For something you wanted to do, not me, no you’re not letting anyone down. He replied. I fell silent.

My head going round in circles, could we just go for the social side, we don’t have to play, but would that be a waste of money then, coming all this way and not using the full venue. Did I want to play with others, I don’t mind the idea of another Dom spanking me as long as Master was there watching. We had already drawn the line on what sexual acts we would do, but could I? And if I didn’t would Master be disappointed. I began to get upset.

I….i just don’t wanna let you down and be disappointed in me. I spluttered. I’m getting all upset now.

You are not letting me down if you cancel it. You’re not gonna disappoint me if we cancel. I’m happy to go or not go. If you’re gonna get more and more nervous, then you will be terribly nervous on the day, which would probably affect what you do anyway. But I want you to decide. And don’t get upset. He said so dearly, that I felt more upset, disappointed in me and letting myself down. But in the end I knew Master was right. So I decided that yes, we would cancel.

Since that conversation last night, my nerves have gone, I’ve cancelled the event, and will cancel the hotel later on when it opens.

I’ve decided that I’m not really a fan of venues like that, I’m not a social butterfly anyway, neither is Master, so it would be a big thing for both of us.

But I loved that Master agreed to go just coz I wanted to go, even if he knew what i imagined the event to be, I even loved the fact that he knew we would be having this conversation before the date and was surprised I actually booked the hotel and it took so long before I realised.

Master knows me inside and out, knows what I’m thinking before I’ve even thought about it, he even knows when I’ve broken the rules before I’ve finally owned up.

I think this is why we’ve stayed together 29 years, the addition of our dynamics changing 3 years ago has only strengthened us as a couple,

I feel so much better now I’ve cancelled, some may say I chickened out and I may have enjoyed it if we went, some may say I’m a weak person, afraid to really open up to swinging, and they are probably right. But that’s me, I am who I am and now I have no shame in it. I loved by a truly wonderful Master, we have a family we love and a life we love living, so that’s all that matters isn’t it.

Master’s quickie.

This afternoon Master asked if I would like a quickie ?

I mean, how could I refuse, I am his slave after all. He doesn’t even have to ask, he owns me, all of me, so naturally I agreed.

Whilst waiting for me Master jokingly said, ‘Blimey by the time you get upstairs, then get naked, it kinda spoils the quickie idea.”

I know what he means though, by the time I’ve actually climbed the stairs, got to the bedroom, had a fight with my big fluffy penguin slippers he bought me for Christmas as they are impossible to get off, I eventually give up and lift my leg up for Master to pull them off. Then the fight with the socks. Meanwhile Master is still stood with his clothes on watching in amusement.

My dress unbuttoned quickly but I asked Master if he was not getting naked.

He said No, it’s a quickly, or will be when your ready.

Lastly the bra dropped to the floor, as I’m always naked below. I climbed on the bed and awaited instruction. That’s a great bruise on your thigh isn’t it, he said. He hadn’t seen it since our play on Saturday and it was very painful to touch. I will upload a photo to show you.

On your back, right at the edge of the bed, he told me, as he dropped his jeans and shorts, soon my legs were up resting on his shoulders, his cock already eager for both holes. Dripping a bit of lube over my pussy, I jumped with the coldness.

I’m sure you can imagine the detail of Master’s cock sinking deeply into my bum then pussy, my legs by his shoulders or feet on his chest or him or I holding my feet. The internal scratch of his PA giving me a shock but a nice one, then feeling it grate along the walls.  Over and over, his cock danced about, sending me into 2 or 3 orgasms but I got told off for trying to take charge of my grinding against him.

I’m the top not you, he said, slapping my leg, and making me pout.

I hate lying there and not being able to move freely. But I did as I was told.

With us both grunting and grinding, Master asked which hole I would like him to cum in. Mmmmmmm pussy for a change, I told him. Though we weren’t ready for the end just yet, a bit more dancing and I tried to keep my eyes open to watch Master’s face but invariably my eyes roll up, lids close as I enjoy and melt into every sensation. I just can’t keep them open. Long strokes, short quick strokes, I knew Master was close, the grinding quickened, our breathing became faster, he held my shoulders pushing his cock further into my pussy as suddenly I felt hot squirts of cum hitting my insides. I love feeling him shudder and convulse after hes cum, it feels wicked inside, then he slipped out.

After a clean up with some wipes we both lay on the bed, I knew I was eager for my missing morning spanking. Hoping the temptation of having my naked bottom just there would be enough. A nice hand spanking would finish this off just nicely. But no, 😦 I’m sure he knew what I wanted as he pulled his pants up, then left the room saying he needed to stand by the open door to cool down.

I pouted a bit when he left then eventually got dressed and headed downstairs too.So it may not have been a quickie if you include everything but it sure was a good fuck.

What happened whilst E was out.

Not long after E went out, I knew Master was planning on giving me a spanking, it’s been quite a while since we had a good play and he started the punishment chart yesterday. 20 strokes with the new Bull Whip for not giving him a kiss. Now before you all say well I deserve it, let me tell you why. I had walked to my settee 3 times, just as I was about to sit down he asked me over for a kiss. 3 times !!! So on the fourth time, I refused and sat down.

I know, I’m a bad Serf, it was all in jest but Master decided I needed a reminder on who was in charge and if he called me back 20 times, I should do it. I think he just wanted an excuse to use the whip to be honest. Not that he needs an excuse to do anything. But I was ordered upstairs to get naked, ready for him.

The preparation.

By the time I was ready, Master walked in the room. It’s always nice when it’s a fun spanking, we can both joke about a bit, but still be respectful, whereas when it’s a punishment, his demeanour changes before he even walks into the bedroom. But my heart starts booming faster, that sick, worried feeling you get hit my tummy as I watched him prepare. The Bull Whip and Spanking Hammer with Tawse came out, the butt hook and a concoction of bungee cords were dumped on the bed. I sat and watched as he attached the hook to a cord, telling me to attach it to the hoop on the wall. Then telling me to stay on the bed. He lubed up the hook and slipped it in, making me gasp, and him chuckle. He then proceeded to tie my arms to the head rest, a cord around each thigh and one around my back.

  1. The Bull Whip.

Before I had chance to get myself in a comfortable position, he gently whipped my ass, I squirmed about but tried to stay in focus. The strokes got harder and as the tail hit my thigh, repeatedly, that’s when the pain became intense. And each stroke had me crying out and doing a pathetic job of trying to get away, which of course I couldn’t do.

He stopped then, letting me calm down. My ass wasn’t really sore at this point but my right thigh, OMG, the welts were already high, I imagined they already looked purple.

He stroked my ass then climbed on the bed to bite a cheek. I screeched, jeez it hurt so badly, but I had to keep my legs firmly down as I felt I could kick him if they were loose. I can’t tell you how much I hate biting and naturally, if I hate it, Master will love it. As he stood up next to me, stroking my back, he bit my shoulder, I flew upwards, crying out again.

  1. The Spanking Hammer.

Suddenly the Spanking Hammer pounded my cheeks and over the hook. Now it may sound strange to know how a HAMMER can feel so good but WOW it was awesome. Each hit left my insides shaking and soon my clit was tingling with the sensation. As each thud struck, I was enjoying it more, especially over the hook. My pussy pounded with enthusiasm and wanting more. But just as I’m starting to melt into this pleasure, a sharp pain whipped across me, making me jump with shock and turn sideways. It was the tawse at the other end of the hammer. Master had a perfect solution to me moving, tighten up the cord to the butt hook until I’m on my tippy toes and pull the hook around so I’m flat against the wall again. This was repeated after every few strokes with that awful tawse. When he stopped again I thought it was over, but he got my gag and asked if I wanted it on. I nodded, “Yes please Master,” I said between sobs. “Yes we better, we don’t want the neighbours calling the police. Are you enjoying it so far ?” He asked. Now I know I should say yes even if I’m not, so I said yes. “Are you really ?” He asked. I repeated yes again. “Are you sure ?” He asked again. “No,” I said, shaking my head. The tawse whipped across my burning cheeks. “Are you sure ?” He said. “No” I replied. My head mushed up by now.

He tugged on the hook again, “ Your getting the pain shakes aren’t you ?” Master said gently, sliding his fingers down to feel my wet pussy, slipping easily inside. Fingers doing their magic, but at this point, the pain was taking over and though it felt nice, I couldn’t cum. Master returned to his new toys, mixing up the whip, tawse and hammer so I had no idea what could be next. My pain shakes became uncontrollable as I tried to stay still, but couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Master stopped.

  1. The Vampire Gloves.

“Have you had enough Serf ?” I nodded quickly, “What will help ease the pain ?” “To cum Master.” I spluttered.

He quickly unattached my body, arms and legs, not the hook though, telling me to turn around, I watched as he refastened the cords, opening my legs wider, he attached another cord under my knees. Getting 2 nipple pumps, he pumped each one tightly, I gasped, my eyes wide as I glared at Master. Hearing him chuckle as he watched me, made me mad, which made him tighten the pumps more. He got his new vampire gloves, put one on fine, then shit the other bloody glove ripped at the seam. I couldn’t believe it as they were expensive ones. I said under the gag, “I will send them back. “ So he took the ripped one off but decided to play with the good one.

Sliding his hand around my body, the sharp pins sent my nerves on fire, occasionally he gave a gentle squeeze, My eyes nearly popped out of my head at this point, but it was nice but not, if you know what I mean. When it grazed over my welted thigh, well then I screamed, my legs stamping, my hands went from fists to wide open. Master loved this.Up and down each leg the suddenly grabbed each cheek, making me scream again, doing the same crazy dance. I’m glad he had only 1 glove, I’m not sure I could cope with 2. Grazing my arms and tummy, I relaxed into this very nice sensation until he picked my tits as the next place to torture. He pressed the glove flat over my tit, then taking the pump off he gave the nipple a squeeze. They felt on fire, I mean when a piece of coal is red then goes white, the pain was terrible. Master moved on to the other one, repeating the same torture but told me to look at him, whilst he tortured me. I heard him chuckle as I tried to block the pain out, but there was no way. His hand moved up to stroke my face and neck. Then my worst fear rose. He very gently held his hand around my neck. This is my 1 big NO NO. No breath play ever. At that second I wanted to get my hands free and punch him hard. I’ve never felt this angry and terrified. I know Master would never do more than just what he did then, I know he likes to push me but seriously, this could send me into a big panic attack. My face musta looked like thunder, as at that second I wanted to put a stop to this play forever, I never wanted to be in this position again, I tried to move back but couldn’t, as my panic started to rise he moved away. I have now spoken to him about this as it terrified me and asked not to do this again and he has agreed, I know he’s trying to slowly push me into knew things and I feel a bit guilty by asking him but this one has to be a No. I shudda said the safe word then but I always forget. But at least he stopped and it probably lasted only a few seconds, but it was too many seconds for me.

Wand, finger play and squirting.

He took the glove away asking if I’d like to cum, I nodded  He got the wand ready, with the gag still tied tightly, I managed to mutter mats to him. He knew what I meant, if I squirt, well no if’s, it was a definite when I squirt, I will need mats. Putting 2 mats underneath me he grabbed a cushion and lay on the bed, getting comfy he turned the wand on. The mix of pleasure and pain scrambled my body, not knowing whether to cry and what I was crying for, I knew I had cum during this play but I think I was spent, too exhausted to enjoy the wand as much as normal. But I may be wrong, I’ve a feeling some of this blog is out of sequence, my head so scrambled I can’t remember at each part we did which thing. I just know we did them. Master swapped the wand for his fingers, quickly finding my G-spot, making me squirt and squirt and squirt. This was my final release, I could take no more, my body shuddered and shook as Master encouraged my body to squirt again.   I was finally done.

And so was Master, he went to unfasten my bounds, when he spotted one last torture toy.

Magnetic ball clamps.

His eyes went mischievous as he pulled 2 magnetic balls off the headboard, my eyes musta looked shocked as he placed each ball around my nipple, they connected fiercely, and felt like a clamp, sending shockwaves across my body again. I screamed through the gag, my body shaking against the headboard, he left them there only a second or two but when it came to taking them off….fucking hell the power from these two pea sized magnets was so extreme he could only roll them off, pounding my body to further torturous pain. When it rolled free my body convulsed my eyes widened in fear as he turned to the other nipple. Repeating the same thing, the pain shakes started severely again, my body convulsing about, no sooner was it together, Master had rolled it off again. A vast amount of swear words were muffled under the gag but Master just laughed as he  could see my pain, anger and frustration. He quickly untied me, opened his arms out as he cradled me for a long time. Slowly I recovered enough to look up and kiss him. “ Enjoy that ?” He asked, I nodded again. “Really ?” I nodded again, “You were sure making a lot of protesting noises.” He said jokingly. I got a quick look in the mirror and saw the huge purple welts on my thigh and ran a finger over them, wincing as I did it. Master watched my reaction, he knows I love good bruises after a spanking.

Master’s blowjob.

“Would you like a blowjob Master ?” I asked. “Yes I would, I’ll stay stood up.” So I knelt down, ouching as my thigh moved around, kissing his shaft, I put my left hand around his leg, stroking his bum, licking and kissing his shaft I slowly took him in my mouth. The little finger on my right hand just fit into the ring at the base of his cock, I liked doing gentle tugs on it, just enough that he knows what I’m doing, as it pulls the skin around his cock and balls, my other fingers stroke his balls whilst my mouth does what it does best. I’m still not used to the new PA Master has in at the moment, but each time it’s getting better. It’s just quite big and moves from side to side a lot. Master’s groans told me I was doing good, but I was running out of speed fast, which is unusual for me so shows how extreme our play was. I sucked hard and fast then slowly to get my breath back, then repeated it. My slow pace started to get longer so Master slipped himself out, starting to wank himself off. I had my mouth close ready for his gift but instead of pulling me close he pushed me away, when he felt close to cumming, he tipped my head back and shots of hot wet cum flew over my face, hair and tits. His body jerked with the release as a big sigh came out of his mouth, followed by chuckling when he saw me.

I’m not a big fan of a cum face but Master loves it. “Need some photos of this before you shower.” He told me, helping me up when he was done. I showered quickly before cleaning the toys and putting them away.

Yes this was a good play, Master has videoed it but it needs cropping first, but I hope this has given you a good insight to the new toys Master got, as I had promised to do. Sorry it was so long but I do like writing it correctly, even if it’s written slightly out of sequence from the video.

Chronic pain vs Spanking pain.

Many people have asked ” How do I cope with a spanking when you suffer with chronic pain ? Or is the chronic pain not really that bad ? Don’t you have enough pain in your life ? ”

To start with I feel I have to start at the beginning and explain how it all began in February 2003.

It’s a hard one to answer because unless you’re in my shoes you have no idea. I’ve suffered with chronic pain for 14 years. I’m 48 now. Why ? Lifting a very heavy rubbish bag into an industrial wheelie bin at work. Which caused 5 of my lower discs to pop in my back. Half of those 14 years I was in a drug-infused haze, or being a walking zombie as Master or E would say. The only way to deal with the severe chronic pain was by taking morphine and a lot of it. A Dr said have an epidural to help, so I did and it went wrong. I lost control of my bladder and there was nerve damage down my left side. My left leg would suddenly become like rock so I couldn’t move it, or it went to jelly, shaking uncontrollably. Occasionally it was okay. But at 34, I was registered disabled, Master and E, then aged 4 became my carers. Depression hit me, a feeling of being a failure as a mum and a failure as a partner hit me hard.

7 years later, after blacking out whilst driving one night, I crashed my car, the next day I went cold turkey and came off the morphine for good. But this crash actually helped me, without the morphine it made my brain and body wake up again. Though the pain was awful, I learnt how to deal with it, I learnt to pace myself when doing chores, a very hard thing to do, but over the next 4 years I just about coped. The pain in my back is like nothing I’d ever experienced before, it brings me to tears, some days I cannot walk, every movement brings extra pain, Master and E have to help me dress or undress some days, and they always watch what I’m doing and if they see I’m in more pain they will tell me to stop. Even was E was only 7 or 8 years old, he could tell I was doing too much and would tell me to sit down. This is a severe chronic pain that effects my bones and my nerves, it’s a pain I wish could be taken away without using morphine again. But Dr’s said there is too much risk of it getting worse if they operated, so they keep refusing. The last Dr did say he could fix my bladder though, I had an internal tens machine put in and suddenly, I could feel my bladder again. This was a major step in improving my life, physically and mentally.

But during this time, I discovered I craved spankings. We were both doubtful that I could cope with it, I suppose a bit like why other people ask me how can I deal with it. My only answer is it’s a different type of pain. Firstly this is a pain I want and need, this is probably the most important. But it is external pain, only affecting my back when I fight against the pain I want. That sounds crazy but I know other spankee fans will understand. The pain from a spanking brings on pleasure, it turns me on, Master would say my pussy floods or my pussy is dripping enough to fill a lake, so we know this is true. This pain takes over from the chronic pain, and becomes my only focus. Afterwards the chronic pain takes over again, but I always say it’s worth the extra pain. Who cares if my back hurts more when my ass is burning beautifully and every movement I make, I can feel my sore arse and smile as I remember the entire spanking. Maybe endorphin’s flush through my body helping me forget, maybe it’s the desire for it that takes over, I don’t know. This is why it’s hard to explain to a ‘vanilla’ person, I think spankees can understand my explanation. But unless you’ve tried spanking you have no idea how it feels or how you will react, so really you have no right in saying maybe my chronic pain isn’t that bad. At the end of the day, I do not want to be disabled, unable to work, living my life around this pain, but becoming a spankee, a slave to Master, has woken my body and mind up and I will never look back again, even as more health issues occur, we will work around them and still enjoy our life.

Hope I’ve managed to explain the differences properly.

 

 

 

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