Saturday, December 21, 2013

Sir's biker slut

Daddy told me, from across the seas that I must, "Write in your long neglected blog, girl"

"Yes Daddy"

Sir took me motoring. Not in a jalopy, not in a high price motor car but on the back of his pride and joy. His big and powerful motorbike.

A few weeks ago Sir took me to the local motorcycle heaven to purchase a helmet and riding gloves. I grew up on motorcycles, living in and around motorcycle shops. The smell of spare parts and oil and grease still plays in my memory. The modern motorcycle shop has not got this smell. It is slick and packed with new shiny bikes with carpeted showrooms. Confidence in their product I thought, no dropping of any oil or grease. I admit however I missed that smell when we were in the shiny shop.

I loved getting my helmet. Sir told one modern man that commented on me having a bike I had taken a shine to;

"She won't be riding that one, she's not allowed to have a bike."  Sir left the comment hanging in the air as he swept his 6ft plus frame away.

I grinned and winked at the shocked young man in an attempt to make him feel more comfortable.  His mouth gaping in disbelief, he fought his confusion in a world of the post feminist voice of women; a world where the post feminist male does not quite know how to navigate an all or nothing approach to women's independence.

Sir found me a helmet.  I tried on size and shape after size and shape, finally settling on a small size with black and white shiny design. I was very excited and grateful to Sir for treating me.

The question of having my own bike still hangs between us. I am not sure that I have come to terms with this degree of control. I have always wanted one, just a scooter. I used to ride a scooter when I was a student. I have  ridden bikes since early childhood but only in an occasional capacity, never an everyday owner of a bike. Sir is very experienced with motorcycle riding. I hunger to get a scooter. I think to myself...I will just go and get one, can't really stop me! Then I think about risking his wrath or more terrifying and more accurately, his disappointment. I don't think I have ever seen his anger, but I have tasted his disappointment.

We walked out of the shop, Sir carrying my helmet and gloves. The excitement and anticipation of the rides through the countryside to come. Knowing Sir there would be some unexpected surprises too.

photographer unknown

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

a present from Sir

This girl is His.

He gave this to me yesterday and then required I bent over for a good spanking. It hung in my line of sight...SLAVE! it screamed at me.

photographer: little

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

the cold steel hook (cont.)

On all fours on the padded bench. His thumb worked my tight puckered hole. Swirling round until with very little force he pushed in. I had already come loud and proud a little earlier, so things down under were fairly ready to accept anything thrown at it.

The complete pleasure I felt as he pushed the cold steel into place wiped the fear and nervousness away.

The rope was tied first to the hook, the distal end fastened sharply to my hair creating a pony-tail. He pushed my head down and the pull on the hook made me squeal. The fullness of the hook's ball pushed into me.

In front of me he drove his cock into my hot hungry mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth. My eyes watered. Struggling to breathe as he filled my throat. His fist in my hair pulled me to him. Each thrust worked to drive the cold steel deeper into my arse. Filling me, fucking me, driving me, reaming me.

My fear of the steel fell away as my desire reached fever-pitch. He used me like a slut. His slut. Completely used and controlled and in the most debauched of methods. So completely controlled.

 I'll have what she's having!

I''ll have what she's having!

Panties today I think

She had already dressed, jeans bra and figure hugging top, when she read the text.
She threw open the lingerie draw which for months now had received little attention. She was uncomfortable in panties now, so used to not wearing them was she.

Why was he moving this goal post today? she thought as she rifled through her pretty little things draw. She knew exactly the ones' for which she was looking, slate grey with ruffled cream lace on the hips and a filmy see-through bottom. They matched the bra she wore and they sat so perfectly on her hips accentuating her womanly curve. She liked to wear these ones. She was pleased she hadn't given him the list he had requested in order to make these choices for her. She hadn't had time to put it together, so today the choice would be hers.

yes Sir

Monday, November 25, 2013

bottom play

My most recent choice -The anal hook.

One of the rules that Sir has given me is that I must choose a toy from the bench when we play. This was the first time I was to choose. I have in the past been cautious about choosing, nervous. I am a keen subscriber to the cautionary proverb 'Be careful what you wish for...'

The dice was loaded however, Sir had only put a very narrow selection on the bench. The huge shiny frightening anal hook, the one that had fascinated me but scared me the most was on the bench. I had secretly wanted it for a long time, hoping he would force the issue, but now here he was making me push the boundary.

I took the cold steel in my hand and offered it to him in both hands with arms outstretched. His eyes danced in the dim light and the corners of his mouth turned up.

My predicament began...

photographer unknown

Sunday, November 24, 2013

car trip cumming

and now the rest....

We had walked in the bush to a place to see some ancient rock paintings. As I opened the front passenger door,  his words echoed in my ears.


To my private surprise I pulled my top off over my head exposing my breasts (there was no bra of course as earlier instructed).  We were in a public car park with not too many people around, nonetheless I think even he was surprised as I lept into the car with a big grin on my face.
It was a long journey back to town on a slow gravel road (lucky for me! because I was going to have to work hard on what was to come). The smile began to disappear as it dawned that I was in a predicament where public exposure was probably going to be involved. My anxiety grew. He took his drink bottle and poured it over me wetting my jeans. It was not a very warm day so I shivered a little at this.

'You will need to take them off to dry them lilone. You do not want to catch a cold.'

I had no panties on my smooth mound and I tugged the jeans down sitting on his seat with my bare arse.

'All the way! Completely off please.'

He has a way of knowing how to make me extremely nervous and he did it no less expertly this time as he draped my jeans over the back of my seat to 'dry'. 
I sat on the seat instructed to make sure my legs were apart. Then he said it,

'Touch yourself, work that little clit and cum for me.'

I worked hard, beating down the anxiety. Hiding from oncoming drivers and passengers, thankful that we were in a vehicle designed to be high of the ground on rough terrain and so higher than most other passing motorists.

I twirled my clit. I fondled my breast and pinched my nipple. Pulling it hard. Making myself cum hard and long. The warmth that dripped over me relaxed me into my uncomfortable plight. He pulled the car into a sparsely populated camp ground but populated nonetheless. I had done exactly what he said what more does he want, I thought!

"Get out of the car and dress".

I hung my legs out the door trying to pull on my jeans.

He pushed me in my back out of the car. "I said get out of the car and dress."

He got out of the car with my shirt and layed it a little distance from the car so that in order to put it on I would have to walk (or run half naked) some 20 feet from the safety of the car to reclaim it. Squealing with laughter I ran to it and quickly pulled it on over my bouncing breasts.
Back in the car, I was traumatised and demanded that he take me to get me an alcoholic beverage. He laughed at his girl stamping her foot and pouting and took me to the pub where I had a purely medicinal glass of wine.


via interweb- naked on the streets .com

Saturday, November 23, 2013

ebb & flow summissive

Dear Daddy
I am sorry I haven't written in a while. I haven't been online so much. I am sleeping better which means not so much 4 -5 am waking and so not so much computer.
I am relaxed and more content than I have been in a long time.
I am stronger than I have been in a long time and, Daddy, I am happier too. I am more me than I have been in an age.

I have decided not to shoulder so much in our life. I have decided to live my own life. Visit who I want when I want. I spent my last day off riding on the back of Sir's motorcycle. He had taken me to buy a helmet and gloves and we rode through the country side all day. When he reached back to pat and rub my thigh I was assured I was safe and in his care. That felt very nice. It was very peaceful on the back of his bike. I was so relaxed that when he said it was 3 in the afternoon and he had to take me back, I was shocked and disappointed that the wonderful sun-filled day had gone so fast.

Life in the house is calmer than it has been in a while. I am being respected as an individual which has been missing for longer than I care to admit. It is early days, but the positivity I am feeling has lightened my load and my heart.

Daddy, even with all this beauty and contentment leaking back into the everydayness of my life, I am noticing a slight uneasiness. I am feeling less submissive. Actually that is not so. I think the feeling is the loss of the burning desire, the need. Though there is an acceptance that it is there, but there is not an explicit expression of it lately. It may be nothing. I have felt this ebb and flow of the sub inside me a couple of times. It is time like this though that I begin to doubt myself and just want to feel the safety of Sir's hand.
Liz, Photographer unknown

Thursday, November 14, 2013

an email from Sir

Sir sent me an email..He is allowing me to post it, so here are excerpts..its interesting seeing my stories from His point of view....
What a day, it was just perfect.
My gorgeous girl is coming to the room to see her Sir, he is so excited to see her as its been a while since they spent time together on holidays.
Sir does not want to reveal his excitement too much. He hides from that now. He is not wanting to show too much. He shouldn't. He worries she may think he is getting too involved. He has avoided the L word as much as possible in case it is taken the wrong way and even though that is not the case, he has now backed away from her a bit. Sir is still very excited and cannot stop himself from showing this.
My girl arrives at the allotted time and as I open the door for her I am totally stunned. This girl has once again done it for me. She is to die for, stunning, just beautiful.
As I first set eyes on her I am overwhelmed with excitement. Totally floored by her presence. She is so damn fucking beautiful. I am so taken back I don't really know what to say. I am just looking, staring. Has she noticed? I don't know what to look at first. Her dress is perfect, fuck me heels, the coat that covers what's in store, the curly hair, I just love that curly hair and those red lips. The scene is set.
To be honest I am thinking I have to be the luckiest Sir ever. I cant take my eyes off her I want to touch her, to have her, devour all of her. I cant help myself , she is delicious.
As her coat is removed the extent of her beauty is revealed, she is standing with her legs slightly apart hands behind her back exposed for me. The corset I love so much is on display showing off her body, that sexy delicious little body. I am tempted to just grab and fondle her. I am still looking and as I stand back, the complete picture is there.  She has on a bra. It's black with some red on each side. It is something that has caught my eye and all of a sudden I realised it was an extension to the corset, another layer to peel back, expose, play with, oh the look of my girl is absolutely stunning.
My girl never ceases to amaze me, NEVER. I have learned that if I give her free rein with her dress she will always surprise me, excite me. She knows how to dress and does it to perfection. She knows what does it for me, what gives me those goose bumps. I hope she never sees. She knows this is what makes me hard and lust after her. My delicious little slut plays this so damn perfectly every part of it, almost like she has rehearsed it all, but the truth is she is a natural, she is just being her.
I love bending her over my knee and slapping that gorgeous arse listening to the squeals of pain and pleasure. I can feel myself getting quite hard but the truth is I was hard as soon as I saw her and I hope she can feel my excitement.
She is made to stand, bent over, hands on the couch, legs spread. I can feel her heat, her anticipation, her slick little cunt.
I pick out the first of three floggers I am to use on her today and start to massage her arse slowly, precisely, not too hard, not yet, that will come a little later. I know she loves this part, as the force of each stroke is increased until I get my first squeal. This is what I love to hear. She will be flogged hard enough so I get that squeal from each stroke. I want to hear it. I demand it.
The corset is removed after a time, the bra, the fuck me heels stay on a little longer, that's such a good look. I have decided to restrain her standing arms above her head. I love this and I know she does as well.  I continue with the flogging, her breasts my target, my enjoyment, my pleasure. She is made to cum. I insist she squirts and she obeys, restrained, flogged, the Hitachi wand pressed into her slick cunt. Begging me to let her cum, oh my, that squirting is just beautiful.
Restraining her on the table, legs apart, arms left with a little movement, after all I enjoy watching her squirm and wriggle,.She is exposed, vulnerable, all of her to use, all her holes there for my pleasure. She is fucked while the wand does it's work. The look on her face is priceless and when breath play is introduced it brings her orgasm to a new level. I loved the she begs me to stop, "Please no more, please".
She has been given rules. She will pick a toy for me to use in play. She has chosen the anal hook. She is brave, very brave, so I had the best time using this on my delicious little slut. We will be revisiting this.
You know what makes me tick, what drives me, what turns me on and in that room, when I was fucking you, those words, "slap me, slap me," gets me hard and instantly makes me cum. You knew that would happen, slapping you, my hand on your throat. You know this and use it for my pleasure. This is the kind of thing I love about you.
You are giving back more than you know with all those little things you do to me, the things you are when we play. Now some new activities may crop up for your enjoyment...well actually mine.
Your loving Daddy Sir 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

hit me Sir!

His hand closed on her throat.
He thrust inside her harder and harder.
His breath ragged.
Her frame sinking under His weight.
His hand let go her throat only as long as it took Him to redden her cheek.
Slapping her made Him hard,
Slapping her grew His need to have her, possess her, own her, take her, swallow her.
She knew it.
"Slap me!"
"Hit me!"
"Slap me, Sir" she cried from deep inside her.
After each hit she recovered herself, a smile in her eyes and across her lips.

She knew how to be His slut. She loved it, this symbiotic dance they danced.

via photographer unknown

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

New Collar and cuffs for the pouty lil brat

Sir has given me a new Collar and matching Cuffs. Actually this li'l girl found it amongst Sirs things. I wasn't snooping, honestly. Sir had instructed me to find something in his bag and as I was looking my hand ran across these beautiful new red red knock 'em dead straps.

'Sir,' I called out, 'Have you got another on the hook?'

There was silence from the other room and then, 'Bring them here.'

They were so beautiful as he strapped them on my wrists, my ankles. I love them better than the last. 

I have graduated to these. His girl looks very good in red. find a matching handbag and heels!

Photographer: Sir  
Edit: Little

Saturday, November 2, 2013

this big submissive task

Local D set me a task. I suspect he had some consultative communication with Daddy. They have been plotting lately. Reports of my misdemeanors go back and forth across the tyranny of distance. I love it! and they know it. So the task was set:
You will think about all the things you have done with me since we met & started playing, the list will be about the things you liked/loved & why, if there are dislikes then you will also mention these. It will also incorporate your thoughts on any play you would wish to pursue, now or in the future & why.
I want you to think about this carefully please so there is no time frame except to say within the week, oh that old goal post. You will also tell me how you view me, what you think of me, what you like & dislike or would change. This is important & you can consider this your first task.
This is a big task and I really don't know how best to handle it. There is not much I haven't liked since we began to play and the reasons why are pretty much all the same. Part of the reason is easy and clear to understand...the 'things' I like make me feel submissive, small, powerless, vulnerable. There is another part of why these things are loved by me and it is a strange one, one I don't even understand and really is probably a little bit macabre. I like it when you hit me, beat me, whip me because it makes me feel cared for, loved, almost. There is no deep dark secret in my past which might explain this but the thing is, you want to do these things with me, not another, but with me. Then when you have taken your fill, when you have made me scream, cry out in pain or ecstasy, when you have brought tears to my eyes and marked my hold me and make me warm, you tuck me into sleep and make me rest, you prepare a meal and bring me wine.
What things have I loved?
Breath play. You take my breath. Control it at will. Keep it from me, but I never fear your toughened hand over my mouth and nose.
Flogging my body, and my breasts.
Cuffs and collar, you restrain me at your whim. I can never read you and you surprise me with new ways to restrain your girl every time. That always excites me.
Slapping my face...that old chestnut! A quick sharp slap will demand compliance from this little bitch.
Making me masturbate for you, cum for you in a car naked. Making me dress outside the car, public exposure..but not too public.
Anal submission, for me this is total submission.
I have grown to love the nipple clamps, just as you said I would.
There are so many things in your bag of tricks which I enjoy that I fear they cannot all be recounted here.
I hate the pegs. I have tried to love them as they are ripped from my breasts, but they just make me feel sick, nauseous. I am not a pain slut :(
My only wish is to keep growing with experiencing the things you want from me. To please you is to please me. Nothing better!
I want you to make me have that big anal hook you keep on the bench to instill anxiety in me and maybe the pretty glass butt plug you showed me (maybe).
About Sir?

I like that you care about me. I like that you can fix things, make things. I love your confidence. I love your intelligence. I love your understanding of human beings and the lives and paths people choose. I like the way you help your mates. I love your blue eyes and your freckles, so faded now than you are a man, but I see the trace of them on your face and can see the boy you once were. I like how you wrap me in your arms. I like your honesty with me.  I like most of all that you push me because you know I want to be pushed. You know me, you know my reactions, my needs and desire.
You care for me and I trust you implicitly.
What I don't like, what I would change about you. Ha! are you kidding me? Nothing, Sir.

photographer / artist unknown

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Sir's rules

  1. You will be naked at all times while in my company, this refers to inside mainly but this maybe extended to outside as circumstances dictate.
  2. As soon as you arrive inside you are to strip naked, you will face me standing with your legs slightly apart & hands behind your back, this stance shows off your breasts for my pleasure & gives me access to your slick cunt.Your bells will be on offer to clamp on your nipples or any other place I choose.
  3. You will ask me for permission at all times for any needs/actions you wish to engage in.
  4. You will be cuffed & chained for my pleasure while sleeping, however you may have the right to sleep without restraints, I will consider this a reward/treat for you but it will have to be earned.
  5. You are required to masturbate for me at my choosing, (this is my favourite) you will always do this for me in full view for my pleasure.When there is a need to do this away from me you will ask permission & describe the event in an email, this also applies to Mr Buzzy.
  6. This one is tricky because I know you love it, you will not wear any panties unless I instruct otherwise, I know this is actually a treat for you as you love the feeling of being bare so perhaps something should change in this regard?
  7. You will always be shaven/smooth for my enjoyment but I know this is one thing you love so this will never change, see you do get your treats.
  8. You will be required to kneel in front of me when I am sitting legs spread & hands on your thighs, you will display yourself for my pleasure ALWAYS. You will be permitted to leave this position when I decide but it will be for a spanking over my knee.
  9. When we play you will be required to pick 1 toy/play equipment which you would like to be used, this will be incorporated within play & the same choice can not be made each time.
  10. Now I have thought about this one for a while, as I know you fear the crop this will become the main method for correction. For each infraction you will receive 10 strokes,you will count each out load & thank me for each one, if a count is missed an additional 5 strokes will be added to the original count.
These are some of the requirements I expect from you, they are not negotiable at the moment however some can & probably will change, the list is ongoing as you know.

Your loving Sir
photographer unknown

Monday, October 28, 2013

My first task

Sir has decided to set some tasks.

I have returned from 5 weeks away and I am replete with rest. More on my adventures later. So much to write.

I received an email today..a task.. an instruction. I have to admit its a bit daunting. He asks for some easy things, he demands some that are more difficult. He asks that I post it here.

I would like you to do a list for me, this list will be about firsts for you.
You will think about all the things you have done with me since we met & started playing, the list will be about the things you liked/loved & why, if there are dislikes then you will also mention these. It will also incorporate your thoughts on any play you would wish to pursue, now or in the future & why.

I want you to think about this carefully please so there is no time frame except to say within the week, oh that old goal post. You will also tell me how you view me, what you think of me, what you like & dislike or would change. This is important & you can consider this your first task.
 You will post this in your blog please.
Your SIR xxx
So hi ho, hi ho its off to work I go. I can think of all the things I want to say. Posting some of them here is the tricky bit.

More to follow...

artist unknown, sourced from the interweb

Monday, September 23, 2013

taboo - little's fingers

I lay on the couch in the early morning. The rest of the house in slumber. I was watching a French documentary about female masturbation. The women were mature, 30's - 50's, women not girls. A lifetime of discovery behind them. In France this subject is taboo, female masturbation. Maybe it is here too. I don't remember ever talking to a gf about cumming, orgasms at my own hand. This is something I talk about with the men in my life. They get pleasure from watching me masturbate.

I discovered masturbation and orgasm from masturbation relatively late in girlhood. I remember the day, bright and sunny. I was 19. Everything happened for me that year.

Watching these women talking about masturbation I felt my body stir. The brain...that most sensitive sexual organ began to stir and with it those feelings in my pelvis, my breasts, my nipples. That mild ache and pleasure of things moving. As it built, I toyed with the idea of experimenting. I have never come without touch. I wondered if I could bring myself to orgasm with just thought and not deed.

It was a calming and provocative listening to the fluid, sensual french tongue. The feeling of fullness ripened in my pink flesh. I was wet with excitement and knew that I could perhaps come without touch if I relaxed and gave it time. My nipples tingled and hardened. My hand slid down to my slickness and brushed my clit. It was this that was my downfall. So good was that touch that I couldn't pull my fingers away. Why should I? The sensual women were telling me that this is good and right for me. Who was I to argue?

The waves of pleasure drove through me, circling out from the rhythmic tightening of my cunt, joining in pleasure through my whole body. Muscles gripping, blood flushing to the tips of my toes and the top of my scalp. I love those waves as they move through me in a dichotomy of relaxation and frenzied way. Coming at my own hand is a different sensation than coming from His. There is a warmth and relaxation that doesn't happen when Sir pushes the buttons. His buttons breed a pure intensity that exhausts.

I lay spent but relaxed. I haven't come for what feels weeks! Actually it is weeks I think. I slid my fingers down for a second time and dripping in my own juice, came so quickly my eyes almost popped out of my head! It is not often that I have been able to come with little's fingers more than once and without the aid of a mecanical device.

A very pleased little. *coy smile*

photographer unknown

Sunday, September 22, 2013

we're all going on a sub holiday...

I'm almost ready to run away. No responsibility for anyone or anything. 5 weeks of pure bliss. Wandering the road I will make my way up to the sun. I am so excited. The camper is half packed..air in the tyres tomorrow, my bicycle on the back, my clothes packed.

Hmmm should I include my fave vibe..that magic Mr buzzy..noisy in the quiet bush at night. Certainly clamps and nipple bells and a little collar of submission are included.





five glorious weeks!

photographer unknown

Sunday, September 15, 2013

holidays and wolf stories

All quiet from me here in this space.
A frenetic pace in my little world.
Trying to balance on a tight rope of all these roles in my life that I am.
Multiple people running around in my mind, inhabiting one body.
We all have those different roles though don't we?

The lightening pace is coming to an end and I will be shooting off on holiday next week.

This holiday will be quite different. Selfishly I am going by myself. Hitting the open road to travel north to sun and peace.

I am sure I will return to my adventures invigorated and ready for more.

There is a taste of his hand on the horizon.

I think I may have lost my submission, dropped it in the garden on the way to see grandma.
I'm sure the wolf will help me find it again.
He always does *coy grin*.

Artist : Arkangel - Zigma via Deviant Art

Tuesday, August 27, 2013


There has been an unusual development.

Hub, my non-Dom hub, spanked me! (without me begging)

"Bend over."

His hand came down on my rump.

After a few swats and a shocked me, he demanded

"Now, you will come to me every morning before you leave the house and you will receive a spanking."

OK! I will oblige I thought to myself. It will be interesting to see if there is follow-through in this new tennis match.

Will he follow through?

Later that day we were sitting on the couch in between jobs around the house, when he pulled me over his knee and began to spank me again! His reason? Practicing his technique.

I was taken aback but complied. I felt him grow hard under me. Very hard. His fingers slipped  into my growing wetness. My pelvis writhing, pushing back into him. Grinding against his steel hard cock.

"Now don't forget, every morning, when you are dressed ready for work, present yourself to me for a spanking before you leave the house."
        ...Tigers and lions and bears, oh my!
Tigers and lions and bears, oh my!
Tigers and lions and bears, oh my!

photographer unknown

Sunday, August 25, 2013

pleasure or torture

Naked on her back on the bench he tied the ropes around each thigh. Her ankles and wrists were fastened to each other. The ropes from her thighs were then wound around each forearm until she was securely trussed symmetrically, left arm to left thigh and ankle, right arm to right thigh and ankle. Her ankles were fastened in turn to the cold silver chains stretching tightly between the eye bolts in the ceiling and red painted concrete floor. She was splayed and open for His pleasure and play. She was unable to move, a predicament she thought to herself.

This was new for her. She thought about how far she had come from that frightened girl who entered the room all those months ago. The one who begged him not to leave her alone even when she was restrained in a fashion that she could release herself from. He had brought her here very slowly. Today, in this moment she could not move, she could not escape but somehow she didn't need to. All those previous fears were gone. She trusted that when he left the room it would  be for a moment and he would return, he would always hear her, he was always there.

He plunged his fingers and tongue in to her yawning cunt. He fucked her, used her. She was his to use. This new experience delighted her. He finally used the vibrating magic Mr Hitachi so as to make her squirm. He had not gagged her this day and she became more noisy as the wand brought her to the boil. She began to squeal. Pausing for a moment he decided that perhaps she should be kept a little quiet lest alarmed neighbours contact the police and an awkward situation arise.

He strapped the black shiny rubber ball into her gaping wet mouth, and fastened the buckle at the back of her head. He moved again to the vibration of pleasure, she was unable to move. She squirmed and frowned, tears began to well in her eyes. She was confused. Was the intensity of this activity sheer pleasure or was it unbearable torture? Soon she became sure it was torture. He made her cum and cum again. Squirting hard with no relief in between. She could hear herself screaming, shaking her head from side to side, begging him to stop. She was lost completely without any self control. Her nipples hard, her face a bloated mess, not knowing  when or even if it would ever stop. She continued in wave after impenetrable wave to squirt at Sir. He was calm in allowing her no relief. He made her cum until her musculature screamed in anguished contortion.

When he was finished and she was a soaked mess of quivering jelly. He unstrapped, untied and unchained his prize. She was never really sure if she had experienced pleasure or torture...but she was hoping to again someday to be given the permission to lose herself to his control.

photographer unknown

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

question 1 - subspace

I received my very first question today and after trying to answer it privately but failing to get the email to work so I have posted it here. I would like to reference the writer and their blog but as I have not got their permission I will not include their identity.

I have a question for you. I know you have gone into subspace with your Dom. My question, this is a point I want to reach with Sir. He is aware of this, and states I am not ready to be there yet. I do feel I am not because in part I struggle with control. I think my other issue is that I know if I reach it that we need time afterwards. He needs to make sure I am safe before I drive home, etc, and we don't always have much time. I think subconsciously I realize this so I don't allow myself to even try and go there.
How do you handle the time factor into the equation?
Thank you for any insight. I greatly appreciate it.

Thank you for this question though I am not sure how much help I will be. (Not an expert am I grasshopper).

Subspace is a hard concept  for me to understand. I am not sure I believe it exists. I am someone who needs to understand the physiology of such things and this thing called subspace.. I do not. Admittedly I have done no research either. There is no denying however that I have visited a dreamy and quiet place where pain and incidental thought no longer exists.

The first time it happened to me was during a particularly hard flogging (for me not for Him he would say!). It was getting harder to endure the pain, the force. I felt myself beginning to panic and in that moment I took a deep breath, relaxed and just let go. I let my mind stop, I let the pain and panic go. This is the way I visit there most times. I have also visited there after cumming very hard (he says the girl comes hard!) at other times its from the overwhelming feeling of the 'assault' on my body, face slapping etc. Sometimes it just happens and sometimes I consciously retreat into it. I think you are right though, if this is what is described as subspace, I think it must come when one gives up control, when the brain stops chattering, when it stops resisting and flows with whatever is happening around it.

As far as needing time afterwards? In my case  I never have a feeling where I can't be roused to consciousness in order to drive. Having said that I wonder how it would be if I did not have the opportunity to be embraced and cuddled after a session where there was such intensity that my brain sought refuge in that floaty world of  'subspace.'

In my limited experience it will happen when it happens. The key may be to relinquish that control you are hanging on to and trust in your Sir and his process is the key to that. You may not believe it will happen but with patience and time it will all fall in to place.

(Are you laughing at this Daddy and D Sir? - They both spent a very long time telling me this in their own way and I spent a very long time in doubt!)

These are just my thoughts...

Anyone else?

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Saturday, August 17, 2013

submit to the weekend: episode 4 - submission score!

He exhausted me that afternoon. We rested together.

Later we journeyed into the valley of vines in search of food. I laughed about the 2 hr drive in search of sustenance to eventually end up with Chinese takeaway.

I rode in his car without panties and without a bra. Not a hard ask in the darkness I found.

Returning to the cottage I walked through the door, stripped my clothes off and sat at the table. He remained dressed of course. We talked, ate, drank and laughed. This was my first taste of the parameters of a 24/7 dynamic and I was revelling in it, even if it was only 24 little hours...I wanted to start the day again.

After dinner more play led upstairs to bed, a massage - he gives the best massages - and against my will I was falling asleep.

"You are tired, lets get you to bed."

As I lay on my back he placed the wrist and ankle cuffs on for sleeping. Between the cuffs he strung two small lengths of chain that he had fashioned for just this purpose... for just this time. My ankles were chained together and so too my wrists. Then I lay in his arms pushing my arse back into his groin.

"Sleep!" he commanded in his stern voice that means business and stop doing what you are doing. (oh how I love that stern voice).

His arms wrapped around me and my arms in turn wound around his. It was a comfortable fit. More than comfortable, it was right.

"I will use you when I wake in the night."

"Yes Sir." I smiled in the dark and settled quickly into a deep sleep.

I was used in the night, for his pleasure, which was much much better I found than being used for mine... though I admit the pleasure was all mine. *wink wink at the corny line*

My slut finally succumbed to her submission that weekend.

She was used in every conceivable way,

she was cared for and adored,

she was appreciated and desired.

In return...she obeyed.

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

submit to the weekend: episode three - used

On my knees, my forehead touching the floor he stroked my hair, moving around me in silence. Perhaps he was admiring the welts and redness he had just created with the flogger as I was tied to the pole.

I was trying to catch my breath, rest, ready myself for the next phase. I knew he wasn't finished. He was only just beginning and so was the weekend. He had told me that this weekend he was going to do what he liked with me. Now as a slightly more than novice sub, though not in my opinion by much, I understand that I have given him the power to use me in any way he wishes, but he has always been 'careful' with me he says. I have never felt the full force of who he is. I am not a pain slut. We have discovered this together. My thing is control, that's what gets me going. To submit to command, strength and force. I am not averse to the application of torturous and painful pursuits, but pain does not bring me the rush that it may with others. Having said that the sting certainly does do it for me. As the great late Chrissy Hines belted out..there's a fine, fine line between pleasure and pain. Now I won't get that song out of my head all day!

He was behind me when he clinked the metal. Fastening the wrist cuffs containing my wrists behind my back with the rapid click-click of the snap lock. He prefers a snap lock to a screw type lock; easy to put on and easy to take off. Pulling on my hair he directed me to my knees and with a small leather cross sporting O rings on each of the four ends he fastened my wrists to my ankles.

Hogtied. Kneeling. Waiting. He moved around me. Thinking. Inspecting. I like that I can often tell what he is thinking but never during play and I like that even more. I like that he can surprise me, keep me on my toes, create a nervousness in me that I thrive on. Then is was clear he had decided. I heard the zip.


I opened my mouth. Thoughts of the other part of my life didn't bother me. I pushed them away. I had come to this place in the the full knowledge that I was giving all of me to his will. He guided his hot hard cock into my wet eager mouth. My tongue slide over his hardness enjoying every minute of this pleasure. I explored his cock, his hardness, his shape. I explored his skin, his taste and his veins that throbbed under the sensitivity of my nerves and blood. I took his balls one, two in turn into my mouth exploring every inch of him. My eyes sought his and I was surprised at the intensity in his, the pleasure. My hands were tied and still I felt the connection to him through this orifice of carnal delight. The taste of decadence and desire, of lust a lewdness. I was where I belonged.

His fist twisted my hair around it and pushed me deep around him. The challenge was not to gag though truth be known breath play is wonderful ...and what a way to go! When he had finished with this game he moved behind me releasing the snap locks from my ankles.

Whispering in my ear, "I'm going to fuck your arse." He pushed my head down to present to him what he would use next. I loved those thrilling words. I revelled in his use of all of me. I felt owned. I was His. Submission was easy, never easier in fact. He reinvigorated me as the pain and pleasure met. He wound my hair once more around his fist pulling me back onto his cock. Taking what he wanted, giving me what I needed.

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Thursday, August 1, 2013

submit to the weekend: episode two - abused

'Stand there...wait.'

I stood as instructed, legs apart, arms behind my back, my arse glowing with his hand marks. The sting was delicious. My nipples were erect and I was slick between my thighs.

He pulled a rope from his tool bag and wound it several times around the post running between floor and ceiling at the bottom of the stairs. He fastened it much higher than I could reach and fashioned a loop in it that hung down in the front. I always love watching him knot rope. His skill with fashioning knots always intrigues me and as simple and second nature as it appears to him, leaves me breathless and in awe.

"Come here."

I stepped forward towards the rope.

"Hands up."

I rose my hands and he clipped them together. He fastened the wrist cuffs with a very conveniently placed carabiner to the hanging rope loop. My body stretched out behind my wrists. My glowing bottom exposed to him invited further treatment.

His arm swung high holding the flogger. He brought it down hard and began to beat my arse, my thighs, my back. The soft leather lengths stung the skin under it's care. Flat leather strands wrapped around my body. Breasts and nipples were stung in the curl of the leather. Welts appeared on my skin tracing the leather's path. I loved it. I was surprised. I had not seen the welts before. The room in which we usually play is dark with red light.

The blows continued for what seemed like hours, the pain relieved by his warm stroking over stinging skin.  Cries from my lungs soon began to settle. I could feel the warmth pour over me. It takes hold and all pain disappears. I float and dream, escaping the pounding. I feel nothing but the force of the blows on my body. He sometimes pushes when his girl reaches this place. He will slap and grab at what is his. The girl doesn't stir, though often she smiles knowing he is there caring for her. When he finishes he takes his girl in his arms always, caressing her until she returns to him.

He unclasped the restraint, never letting me feel the danger of falling. Supporting my descent from the bindings. I continued to float and was his to do with what he wished. Slowly his girl returned to him.

Pointing to the mat in the lounge room he demanded,

"On on your knees and wait."

As I returned more and more to him I sank to my knees as instructed, bending forward, resting my forehead to the floor in a devotional pose. My knees open, my hands by my sides. I waited in this child's pose. Hearing every movement he made.

"Lovely" he whispered as his finger traced my back and caressed my hair.

Then I heard the clink of metal behind me....

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Monday, July 29, 2013

submit to the weekend: episode one - spanked

It was a two and a half hour drive north to the idyllic countryside valley of vines. The weather was woeful but nothing could get my spirits down. The prospect of my first weekend away with local D was all consuming, exciting, titillating.

He had hired a small place in the valley of vines and I was, "To be there by 11 thank you. You will wear matching panties and bra, I have an urge to unwrap the girl."

I was surprised at how uncomfortable my panties were today. I hadn't worn them for weeks. That was the one rule I seemed to be able to stick to. I'm still not sure how I will go in the summer with hot gusts and shorter dresses, but like Scarlett O'Hara, I will think about that tomorrow.

When I arrived we sat down to wine and cheese and bread. In retrospect the wine was probably not  good idea. I was tired, stressed from the week that was and two glasses of wine depleted me. I am usually never allowed wine before play but this was different, it was lunch time. I am always a hungry girl at lunch time and this was the beginning of the next 24 hours. This was the start of our time to understand each other more deeply.

The wine warmed my body and my skin flushed. He unwrapped me piece by piece and the window dressing remain wide open. I could look out onto the landscape of the valley though there remained always that hint of danger that we would be found out, seen.

He directed me as always to offer up my ankles one after the other  and my wrists one by one as he tightened the cuffs around them. I felt so at ease, peaceful in the knowledge that there was no rush, no clock watching, no rushing home before I was missed. It was absolute heaven. Heaven in the knowledge that I was there, with him, for him, to obey him for the next 24hrs. I reached back and lifted my hair and bent my head forward as he circled the collar around my neck fastening the buckle at the back. He tested it by hooking his two large fingers between the thick leather and my skin. "Perfect" he said, and I let my hair fall from my fingers once he was satisfied with the collar's placement.

I bent over from my waist and he warmed my bottom, skin on skin. It felt like an eternity since I had been under his hand and every swat now served to make me feel my place. It was exactly where I needed to be. Where I longed to be and where I felt I belonged. I had not felt that before. Not really. Was it to do with the relax pace, the neutral territory, the wine...who knows? I was owned, I was his. I was where I was meant to be. I wasn't meant to be anywhere else but there in front of him. Under his hand.

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

naked submission

Major juncture!

A short while ago I gave up a secret to Local D. I told him about this blog, it's existence. I didn't offer up the addy or invite him to read. I still had that secret. It was the only secret I held.

He tells me that we are approaching the two year mark. Two years of first contact and the journey between us beginning. Tonight I gave up my last secret. I gifted him the blog. Now he has everything of me. There are no more secrets.

I said once that I believed total submission was giving up the secrets, laying them open in trust to someone. He has them all now. There is a sense of relief, happiness and no fear.

I have some anxiety around Him reading about Daddy. Local D and Daddy have communicated with each other...i know... HOT right? but I have never called them to each other by the names I use privately with them. I have never said Daddy to Local D in conversation about Marvellous Mentor and I have never said the word Sir when referring to Local D in conversation with Daddy.  'D' seems to suffice for both.

Are there two Masters? I don't think so. Daddy remains my Marvellous Mentor and I do as he requires when he requires. Sir (Local D) is local and gives me the physicality and the psychological fluster  that I crave but cannot get online, I have also learned to submit to Him.

So here I am, laid out, peeled back, exposed and naked for both men.


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Monday, July 22, 2013

Cake and eat it

There is a discussion over on Pygar's blogs A Kind Dom and Uncle Agony. The discussion about vanilla partners and Dom partners at the same time, hence having your cake and eating it, is something that i am navigating rather unsuccessfully at the moment.

So I weighed in...

I have in my life a Dom and a non-Dom life partner, currently not working. I would give anything for non-Dom hub to be my Dom and we have tried in earlier days when I began to explore my submissive nature. I learned D/s is not sustainable for someone who is not Dom in his bones. If it just doesn't float his boat.

This has led to a lot of hurt and a lot of angst. If I could have it all again. If I knew who I was 16 or so years ago, I would have chosen differently.

I am unable to give up my Sir or rather, unable to give up being controlled. I am unable to give up non-Dom (complications there which I don't reveal in this blog, make it hard to walk away).

My learning in all this tangled web? Unless your non-Dom understands your sub needs as just that, needs and not some fly by night sexual desire that gets you high but can be put aside for 'love' then he may never be comfortable or accepting of a Dom who will touch you and meet those needs.

The learning continues: Don't settle for a non-Dom if you need a Dom man (or of course woman) to be your life partner. Life is NOT as they say 'short' is the longest thing you will ever do and it's even longer stuck in an unfulfilling sexual and life partnership

tori made an interesting comment about trust in this discussion where she posed a question which made me think further. tori wondered how can true trust be given to a Dom who is being deceitful to his married / partnered vanilla and by seeking a sub elsewhere. I note that tori was perhaps unmarried / single when she was seeing a married Dom, but that is an assumption. Having a like experience with both myself and my Dom each committed to a vanilla partner, the concept of trust with Sir is not the same as it is in my life partnership with non-Dom. With Sir there is no expectation of responsibility on an everyday, bill paying, til-death-do-us-part level.

I have not sought a life partner in Sir and I would do anything in my limited power to protect the integrity of his relationship to his committed partner. I believe he is the same with regard to me and my life.

The trust I have built with Sir has little to do with til-death-do-us-part. My trust in Sir is grounded in the trust that he will keep me safe, do what is right for me, and never cause me to be harmed physically or psychologically. He trusts me in the same way. His understanding with his life partner is his own. I do not know what it is. It is not my place to interfere or to know.

Sir and I have a relationship negotiated between partners based on a mutual and a symbiotic need. If this were a relationship where we were also life partners, then I could see that trust issues around fidelity in the relationship may come into play. Having said that there are expectations from Sir involving his trust in me not to engage in D/s play with another - a trust in D/s fidelity.

Oh what a tangled web we weave... :)

Sunday, July 21, 2013

there comes a time in life, when you just need to walk away...

Something Daddy sent me which bares consideration. He always knows where my head is. He is supportive for one so far away. He appears to always have time in his busy busy life to lend and ear and counsel.

I am considering ..
Walking away from the drama and the person who creates it,
Surrounding myself with laughter and light,
Pushing away the unhealthy and focus on loving the confused girl inside.
Getting up is living.

Life is not so short as is said.  Life is the longest thing I'll ever do and to live it in despair will make it even longer.

Friday, July 19, 2013

public exposure

Yesterday afternoon a text received told me I was to come to the room dressed in "a coat, follow-me fuck-me heels, and nipple clamps to be worn anywhere you choose."
Well this sounded promising.
I was just about ready to leave when my phone told me, "I think we will eat first. Meet me at the pub at 6:30. Don't change your dress."
"What!!!!" i wrote back.
Regaining some composure "May i please wear stockings?"
i thought I can't do this with out stockings ..the coat is so short! I had never been told to do something like this before. I was nervous, terrified and very very flustered.
I waited.
No reply.
No reply.
"Sir, please" i text.
 "you may."

"Thank you Sir."
He knew i would be very flustered. i was VERY flustered!

Seven pairs of stockings  and a lot of mumbling "bastard Sir" under my breath later, i arrived at my destination, the pub, naked under a short coat (the longest i had) nipple clamps on my nipples, stockings and fuck-me heels.
i found a car park and picked up my phone hoping for a reprieve. Nothing.

"Sir, are you inside, I'm here." i text

My breath was ragged and my mind was flitting in all directions. i was so grateful for winter, early darkness and the need to wear a coat (outside). It would look all wrong inside and i knew everyone would know i was naked under the coat.
There was no response to my text. I tried again. Still nothing. I got out of the car. Tied my belt hard around my waist and walked inside feeling decidedly unsteady on my follow-me fuck-me heels.
A nervous mess and flushed wet, I walked through the pub. i saw Him sitting at a table amidst a crowd of tables. In front of him sat a cool beer in a pilsner glass and in front of the empty chair a frosted  glass of white wine.  I have never been so grateful for an alcoholic beverage...though I could have done with a double Vodka right then and there.
My hands shook and as nervous and flushed as i was i could feel the excitement running through my body.
We shared Oysters and Calamari with salad...Yum.
The nipple clamps that had begun to hurt passed to a state of numbness. He asked me if i would like Him to take them off. i have been caught before. i knew he would have no qualms to reach inside my coat and undo the offender clamps in plain view of the clientele in the warm bar. i declined His gracious offer of relief.

i held out as long as i could until i could stand the pain and discomfort no longer. i pleaded with Him for help. Without hesitation His hand dove underneath my coat and release my right nipple from its torture. I whimpered and squealed a little in pain of the release, trying not to draw attention to myself. The left nipple followed, the relief was phenomenal and no one had noticed his hand under my coat. He pulled the clamps joined with a chain out from my breasts and laid them on the table in front of me where they were to stay while we dined and drank.
When we had finished our tasty bits He commanded, "I will go to the room, I expect you to be right behind me."
I walked out of the pub in the opposite direction to Him as we had come in separate cars. My nipple clamps hung from my fingers. I was not unaware of attention I received in my follow-me fuck-me heels, stockings and coat worn like a mini dress.
I revelled in my slut as i met the heated gaze of men on my way to meet Sir in the room.

via fine Arte America

Monday, July 15, 2013

the dynamic fluid nature of negotiation...what will you have with your D/s today babygirl?

It may surprise to realise that the relationship dynamic between Local D and I is a work in progress. Under negotiation. That's OK.

There is always a part of me, greedy and impatient that wants more.
More strict,
more control,
more rules,
more chastisement,
more punishment (though punishment of a physical nature doesn't work for me...I do naughty things just to receive a spank or slap).

Punishment to me is denial. Not denial of the big O or the girl touching but denial of his touch, denial of his attention is punishment cruel and unbecoming. Denial makes me sick with need, desperate with desire, and devastated with longing.

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Friday, July 12, 2013

the night before the day of the 24 little hours to follow

Its the night before the day of...
the first day of the night to come,
the night before the day after,
the day after the night before the finish of the first weekend.
the first weekend away with the girl's Dom.
The plans are made,
the getaway waits for us to arrive.
Two cars,
two directions,
two arrivals,
one purpose.
To find the getaway in the countryside is the tricky part.
The 24 little hours to follow?
...exciting, nervous, wrapped in his need, his desire, his control, his use.
Our first 24 little start this day again.

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Thursday, July 11, 2013

What is weighing on your heart… right… now?

Thought I'd give it a go. From Luna K's submissive journal prompts.  I seem to have chosen a heavy place to start!

Weighing on my heart is my journey away from Non-Dom.
It's hurting my heart.
It weighs heavily as I move further into submission with Local D.
Non-Dom spins away from me. Circling but it seems not wanting to embrace me no matter how much I have begged him.
My heart feels the heaviness of years of restriction, of mistrust, of 'coping' and of managing the demons in him.
I 'm questioning whether the love is fading, dying, fighting for breath, gasping to breathe.

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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

her secret is out

My secret has been discovered.

I've been found out.

I was at work. I removed my ring (the little collar) and placed it on her desk to put on some hand cream.

My colleague's gaze caught the little silver collar. She picked it up her lips moving to the words, "That's lovely."

We lingered in each others gaze.

She knows, I thought.

Her crystal blue eyes smiled as they held my own hazel orbs.

I smiled and flushed looking down. "You are the first person ever to have seen it."

"No!" she said in an amazed expression.

I couldn't concentrate on my work, we laughed out loud together, a deliciously conspiratorial laugh .

No one else in the office understood the source or our amusement.

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Monday, July 8, 2013

what does Sir do with a bratty girl?

Now after a lot of consideration I have decided to go with this list. As you DO find it very hard to follow instructions I have decided that perhaps you need some incentive, something that may help you to follow orders.
(1) As you know you are always going to be bare for me unless I decide otherwise, this will start to include you not wearing a bra also.
(2) We have our rules about Friday but from now you will ask me if you can use nail polish, that's the requirement.
(3) We seem to have a problem with you not asking permission to cum. Now this rule is not negotiable in any way shape or form so from now if you do not ask me I will be forced to withdraw any treats I may have for you, including play.
(4) You seem to be not going to gym as promised. I do expect you to do this and if not you should have a very good reason.
(5) Touching from now on is considered a treat for you,this means you will earn it and any failure of the above rules will cancel that treat. I would expect a very lean time for you if things keep going as they are.
(6) Mr BUZZY is banned at this time until further notice.
"Yes Sir" she smiled.
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Friday, June 28, 2013

little's next page

I'm a little excited. A little terrified. A little nervous. A little happy.

Local D has organised a weekend away in the country. He has arranged a getaway cottage, shack, playhouse.

So in a couple of weeks I will meet him for a whole day and night and half of the next day!

I feel naughty. Very naughty. But I can't wait!

*jumps up and down on the spot laughing and clapping her hands*

Very exciting times for little.

...Oh no!...Just had a thought...What will I wear? Arrrgh..I don't look delicious in the morning! 

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Wednesday, June 26, 2013


The pub was crowded and I was right on time. I had been told to meet him at 1 pm. "We will be having lunch and a drink."  Yum I love it when he feeds me he always makes me eat such wonderful treats and this was no exception. In the beginning he use to ask me "what would I like." He would hand me the menu. I handed it back to him once telling him he was the boss and please would he make the decision. He has chosen ever since. I like that. I hate choosing off a menu. Even when I go out with my girlfriends, they always do the ordering for me.  I simply can't be bothered. I am too interested in the chat, and the menu is an unwelcome distraction. Of course I am easily pleased with food. I like anything and most things that I don't have to cook I just love. I hate to cook almost as much as I hate carrots.

I arrived at the pub on time and hoped he would be inside. It was so cold outside and I couldn't bare the thought of trying to keep warm and happy in the icy pub garden. He always arrives before me, so I was pleased not to see him outside. I was wearing matching bra and panties under my clothes. It was unusual that I was wearing panties but he had decreed I wear them. He said he wanted to slide his hand down them into my slick pussy.

"You understand that this will be happening don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl. You may choose which you wear."

I chose black lace with cream detailing. Filmy and see though. The panties were the thong variety. It took me ages to decide. Pulling on one delicate pair after another, considering in the mirror and ripping them down unsatisfied. I was not used to wearing knickers lately and in fact I didn't want to wear them today, but what's a girl to do when she is told specifically to wear panties. I didn't see how he would see them anyway though I knew Sir being Sir, he would have something in mind and I never really know what he is planning.

The pub was crowded and he had managed to claim the last available table inside. I was grateful to be warm. He gave me wine and went to the bar to order a meal. When it arrived we shared a fresh seafood plate with a rocket, pear and parmesan cheese salad, the perfect accompaniment. We drank and talked and as usual when I was full he made me eat some more.  I never quite understand this as I struggle to put the final morsels of treats into my mouth.

"You can't leave the table until the you have finished." This always makes me giggle a bit.

Then the games began. I didn't quite know how he would play his games in a crowded pub bar but to my embarrassment and delight he managed to be his wicked self.

"Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes sir"
"Show me"
"Unzip your pants."

My eyes flitted around the room and I felt immediately uncomfortable as it dawned on me that the inevitable was unavoidable.

"Do it!"

I unzipped as ordered. His large fingers slid straight down inside my panties. I gasped as he slid past my clit an slipped into my warm wet flesh. I could feel the frenzied flush in my cheeks. His hand took my cunt and mound into its grasp and pulled me towards him so my bottom slid along the seat I was sitting on. I squealed a little at the forceful nature of this action and my legs opened wide as he said, "This is mine."

Hot and flushed. Could anyone see? We were in public. I was sure they could see. Someone must have noticed the heat passing between us. Some one must have seen him take me in his hand and the expression of a whore's pure pleasure as she was controlled in the most fundamental way.

"Something?" he said trying to elicit a response from me regarding my discomfiture.

I knew the wisest thing was to say "no Sir" and quickly. When he has me like this however, I am not often able to answer quickly and certainly not coherently. I began to say something that was not the required "no Sir", when suddenly my cheek was stung with a heavy and sudden slap. My face was propelled under his hand to the right. My hair flew across my face and a smile spread across my shocked expression as I realised what had happened. I am a whore for a face slap. A bitch in heat. I looked up and around the crowded room. How could anyone have missed that? To my astonishment no one had noticed! Did he set this up? How could no one have noticed? The face slap had its desired effect. His girl immediately calmed, became silent and stopped fretting about the display she was making of herself.

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