Heh.

Mountain climbing anyone?

Master was taking shots of my nipples last night. They’re getting to be huge!

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He left. :(

I’d hoped the weather would cause His flight to be canceled but even though we’re getting a blizzard here, the Big City Airport is still up and running (the bastards) and apparently Mexico isn’t getting snow at all. Go figure. :P

Hopefully one of the neighbors will have so much fun doing their snowblower, they’ll do our sidewalk so I don’t have to shovel it. We have a snowblower but Master’s never shown me how to run it. I could probably figure it out (turn it on and push it, right?) but it’s not been used at all so it probably needs lots-o-manly-maintenance stuff like gas and oil or sumfin. With my luck, I’d start it and blow the motor. Probably best if I just shovel like a good little slave.

(At least I get to wear a coat and everything.. Neener neener Lisa. :P)

Speaking of good little slaves, I smacked up hard against a brick wall last night over the stupidest thing. He’d told me to get up out of bed to switch the DVD in the player and I just flat out refused. In fact, I told Him I’d take the punishment for it and that I was not going to get up.

Here’s the thing. It was late, about 1am or so. I’d already been up three times to fetch Him shit things He wanted. Get out of the nice warm bed, go all the way upstairs to get Him a bag of chips, get back in bed, get warm and comfy, then get up again, go all the way upstairs to put the chips away, come back, get warm and comfy, get up AGAIN, go all the way upstairs to refill His water glass, get back in bed, warm and comfy… and then this whole DVD thing. And.. see.. neither of us were going to watch the movie. I was *trying* to go to sleep, and He needed to. He was just flat out being mean.

So I refused. And argued.

Of course there was no arguing. Not really. I didn’t get to “barter” the consequences and I finally did it. But man-oh-man was I pissed. And sure enough, He didn’t even turn the movie on. I was so mad that I was forming this big ol speech on how I’d be His ‘bottom’, His sex slave or masochist, whatever.. but dammit, I was done being His *everything* slave.

All of that drama over a flippin’ DVD? Nah.. it wasn’t about the DVD or getting out of bed. I knew He was leaving this morning and it’s been an intense week. A great week, an incredible week… I just acted out a little. I hate it when He has to travel.

It’s not being glossed over, no matter what my reasons for doing it are. I’ve got an “assignment” to do from it. This sentence “I will not say no to Master when He tells me to do something.” followed by the definition of ‘no’, 100 times. I loathe writing lines. Hate hate HATE it. Nobody to blame but my own stubborn ass though. :(

Last night’s “beating” was off. It felt more like something that we *had* to do instead of something that we *wanted* to do. Like, “oh I’m leaving tomorrow so I better spank her even though I’m not really in the mood” kind of thing, until we finally just looked at each other and realized, Hey, how about we just stop.. and did. I’m sore enough from this week anyway. Hell, I’m still bruised from this session.

Master recorded Himself coming in my mouth while I was sleeping the other night and it’s absolutely surreal watching it. I don’t remember it and it’s so robotic-like that it just gives me the willies. He loves it, all puffed-chest caveman type of stuff. I’ll see if I can find somewhere to post it (I’ll check out the site you recommended magdala), though I’ll warn you all I am no sleeping beauty..lol

I’ve got a ton of pictures to sort out so I’m sure I’ll be posting and detailing things as I remember them. Right now I’m too overloaded to be able to do that.

I don’t think I’m going to be able to repy to all the comments. I’ll answer some questions here though.

cut for length

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From kaya’s Master

Hello again,

Some of you may have seen where there is a link to an LJ for me. I don’t use it to put it very bluntly. Don’t have time as of YET.

Just wanted to say thanks for all the responses to the week we had and as much as y’all enjoyed them. I loved them even more. Maybe, if you ask kaya nicely she will send ya *blushes* my WRUPS, when my BACK hit the spreader bar..NOT my head and I was slammed forward. Just one of those things ya know? Gotta love the little things in life.

Also, I appreciate the Anonymous persons that post to the journal. Especially the ones that have been coming to the site and haven’t ever posted before. One thing I would like to stress…the only dumb question is a question never asked. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about asking or stating something. It’s all good and everyone has to start somewhere. NOW, with that said, we aren’t experts at the “lifestyle” we are only amateur pluses at OUR lifestyle only. So, when we are asked a question, we will give what OUR experience is/was.

LIKE a good example was a question that was asked…..what do we use or how do we clean our toys. HOT soapy water and lots of rinsing, repeat if the cunt doesn’t feel it’s clean enough OR myself to go back into the toy locker.

If any Dom/me would like to contact me directly or share NEAT ideas, feel free to send an email to Yknot9014 at hotmail dot com.

WELL, it’s late and I have to get up early to drive in a winter snow storm to head out of country again. so, my lil love/sex slave needs to get her ass beat before I go to bed.

Have a great and safe one.

S

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Another video mantage.

Video

I keep telling myself (and Master) (and anyone else who will listen) that I don’t care much for ‘pussy pain’. Spank me, whip me, make me bleed, turn my tits into purple pudding… but leave my crotch alone.

So, naturally He doesn’t listen. I mean, He does, in that when He does go for the pussy “torture” He’s much *much* milder than anywhere else on my body but He still does the pussy torture so yeah, He ain’t listening, right? Right. (love it when you all agree with me. :D)

Of course He does like to point out how very squishy and gooey I get when He’s hurting me down there, more so than when He’s hurting me anywhere else.

And that I will come at the flick of a finger when He’s hurting me down there, much more easily than when He’s hurting me anywhere else.

But honestly, truly, I don’t like it. It’s just not a pain that I can process or talk myself through or float away with. It starts sharp, it stays sharp, and it ends sharp no matter what He’s doing. I don’t know why it makes me come so fast! I’m a freak, that’s why. Doesn’t mean I like it, does it?

Anyway, I was quite enjoying the hood and the bondage and getting all zoned out and spacey. And damn if I didn’t start dripping in response to His activities down there, and damn if that doesn’t encourage Him to do more activities down there, until.. *blush*.. He made me come and *filmed it*.

And posted it!

I know, I know, you’re all just dying to get to see the up close and personal view of my cunt. I’m equally as excited to be showing it. Seriously.

Unfortunately, we had to cut out the best part because the site has that “sex” ban. But holy cow and christ on a cracker, I had the strongest, sharpest, longest orgasm of my life there at the end. My eyes crossed, my toes cramped and I forgot to breathe for a bit.

But I really don’t care for pussy pain. Honest.

:D

**Just a thing I want to mention because Master so likes to embarrass me here, it’s time for a payback. I often detail my own silly fumblings, but Master is usually so “Rico Suave” that I can’t ever get Him back. But not today!

He’d left me tied up while He was fucking me. My legs were up in the air still attached to the spreader bar, and He’d ducked under the bar to be on top of me. When He was just about to come (and trying to film it, to boot) He wanted to pull out and squirt all over my torso.

So He’s in the throes of passion right? Laying heavy on the nasty talk, working His cock like it’s a magic wand, riding me hard.. I’m in to it, moaning and trying to hump back in my bonds, everything is going great, I’m close to coming *again*, He’s close to coming… and so He yanks out and sits up so He can squirt on me… smacks His head on the (forgotten about) spreader bar that’s swaying above us with my feet still attached to it, falls forward, driving His fist into my plentiful gut, the camera rolls and falls, and He managed to come in my belly button.

The clip is hilarious, possibly only to me, but still.. just makes me giggle madly. You can see Him filming Himself fucking me, we’re all oohs and ahhhs, He pulls out and then all you hear is “ooof!”, you can see the camera rolling off.. so totally ruined the moment (for Him, I’d already had my ‘amazing-er than usual’ orgasm so I was set.)

*snicker*

I am amused.

~cunt

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From kaya’s Master

“He ain’t done yet.”

Nope…. I’m not.

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To be continued…

He ain’t done yet.

:D

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Satan Is My Master

This picture is really only because I adore His cock. Isn’t it beautiful? :D
(And yes, He is German. And Russian. And large. *beams*)

So the cliffhanger I left you all with was “will He or won’t He?”

Did He or didn’t He?

Have to click to find out.

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Cranky

I’m cranky today. B-I-T-C-H-Y, that spells trouble.

I don’t know yet what Master is going to do, if anything. He’s being irritatingly non-committal about my nosy-ass questions.

Quite makes me want to biff Him upside the head. Though I won’t do that, I will think about it and giggle deep down inside at the imagined expression on His face.

See? Cranky.

My boobs hurt, they’re bruised even. My nipples are rounded points of raw nerves, blushed a constant deep pink instead of the normal, neutral brown-ish color. Yet I’m focused entirely on more, more MORE.

Though I think if He *does* do more boobie-stuff, I’ll… I’ll what? Cry? Scream? Complain?

I’ll do all those if He doesn’t do more boobie-stuff too.

Want it… don’t want it… need it… can’t take it… crave it…

Damn good thing I’m not in charge here.

I hate waiting.

Will He or won’t He?

Grr.

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“He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future.”

“But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.”

It started at 8am this morning. And for ten minutes each hour after that.

Cut for pictures

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What I Learned Today

I learned that if I complain about not wanting the mental isolation of the hood and complain that the blindfold is in the Big City, I’ll end up with an old t-shirt of Master’s wrapped around my head like some white-trash turban. (We are so not going to win the Fetish Wear of the Year Contest, are we? :D)

I learned that Master is absolutely not going to stop just because I said He should.

I learned that my boobs will not be treated any more kindly than my ass.

I learned that I need to stay on that diet, cause *note to self* you need to lose some poundage, kaya.

I learned that hot wax on freshly whipped skin is ten times hotter than hot wax on not-freshly-whipped skin.

I learned I say “ow” A LOT.

I learned (and this seems to be an on-going lesson) that Master really does expect to hear ‘Sir’ after a yes or no answer.

I learned that Master is not, never has been, and never will be, vanilla.

Tit Torture

(It’s a long clip, 15 minutes. Several clips strung together. All total, the session lasted almost 2 hours this afternoon. My boobs hurt quite a bit still. A slutty masochist like me could get used to this kind of attention. :)

~cunt

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