Livin’ on the edge

I’m about to go do some really edgy and extreme stuff. Because, you know, that’s all I’m about. Naked and tied up and being beaten and raped and cut to shreds… ooooohh.. edgy!

Actually, I’m going to go mow the lawn and bring in the trash cans, take the dog for a walk and do a deep spring-clean in the bedroom (it kinda smells like sex and candy down here. :D )

I worked every single day last week, Monday through Saturday (and twice on Tuesday!), and without Master here to tsk at the dishes piling up in the sink or the dog hair fluttering around the baseboards, I’ve been slacking. Slacking can be fun but playing catch up is a bitch. And Master is coming home tomorrow (*fingers crossed*), even if He isn’t, I’m still cleaning. Foolishness and mayhem in the house irritates me.

Besides, He told me I can’t masturbate anymore so I have to do something with my time.

I’m gonna hurry and mow first before He calls and tells me I have to wear the tack bra while I do it. God that sucks. So bubbye then!

~cunt

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To Punish or Not To Punish. That is the Question.

I’ve read each response to the punishment post with avid interest. I’m endlessly fascinated with the differences in how people live this life. I’m even more fascinated by how quickly some are to criticize that which they don’t understand or incorporate into their own relationship. Myself included, though I don’t always see it as I do it. Not that any of the comments were critical, I don’t mean that. Other places, things that I read, are. Anyway, it only seemed fair that I answer my own questions.

What place does it have in your bdsm relationship? A big one, though I often suspect that Master and I aren’t on the same page with it. I think it’s much more vital to me than it is to Him. He’s prone to excuse, or forget, or neglect a punishment with little thought to it being anything of any significance, whereas that tends to send me into a tailspin. I wish He was stricter and would incorporate more immediate consequences and I think He sees that as work and so He doesn’t. And He’s probably right, it IS work, but that doesn’t change my desire for it one bit.

What is your opinion of those who “play punish”? This can be taken two ways. There are those who do the whole “Ouuu, you’ve been a nasty, nasty girl. Now I must spank you. C’mere you baaaad girl!” and that seems like harmless fun. But the real question I was asking was about those who NEED to have punishment as a reason to have a scene. If it’s a trumped up mistake or something taken out of proportion, and used as the catalyst for a harsh scene. Maybe the Top cannot accept that He’s simply a pervert, that “punishing” her for her transgressions makes His kink okay, or the bottom needs that reason to explain away her desire to be hurt. I can see that it could be damaging, if one party does it that way but the other doesn’t. If a Top uses punishing as the excuse for every scene, I can see a sub becoming frustrated, thinking she’s never doing anything right.. or something like that. Or if a sub who needs the punishment excuse is beaten just for sadism’s sake, I can imagine she’d feel unfairly punished, like she hadn’t “deserved” it. I can definitely see where it would have to be a mutually agreed upon method or the potential for damage is high.

I can also see some of Master and I in that scenario too. But I need to think on that before I expand on it.

What do you think of couples who disguise their kink behind domestic discipline? Actually I think falls into the previous question. Spanking, either giving or receiving is a kink. The need for it, the need to administer it. And in DD relationships, it’s used, apparently, in a punishment sense. Behave or Be Punished. There HAS to be, from both parties, a kink for punishment, because if there isn’t, you’ve either got a wife who is being non-consensually punished (abused?), or an unwilling Top catering to his wife’s kink. (and rearrange the gender pronouns as you need. I’m not doing the slashy-slash stuff.) So my opinion of people who engage in a strictly DD relationship is that they have a punishment kink. Or maybe not. I freely admit that I am not well-read on DD dynamics.

Do you think the word ‘punishment’ is incorrectly used, when a more appropriate word like discipline or training is more fitting? Yes. I really do. I could say that my “punishment” for the whining, screaming, ass fucking of the other day is a return to the butt plug schedule (that I hate), but that would be incorrect. I think. It’s NOT a punishment, it’s a training technique or a disciplinary measure. I wouldn’t even say that writing lines is punishment (though I hate that too!), because the content of the lines that I’m made to write are designed to “train” something into my head. A word definition or a rule written out 500 times can really slam it into my memory. That’s discipline. But I also think it can be punishment, too, sometimes. So is the deciding factor on whether it’s discipline or punishment based on whether it follows a transgression or not? I’m not sure, but I think it might be. Having to write those lines as a standard or to reinforce something would be discipline, but to have it assigned because I’d already broken the rule pushes it over into punishment? Bah. I contradict myself, I know.

Are you of the mindset that a submissive should just behave and that punishment of any sort is ridiculous? No..lol. Then I’d be sunk. I know there are people who operate that way, but I’m SO glad Master is not one of them. I need room to be imperfect and stubborn and stupid and willful. I need to know that He’ll come along and conquer me all over again. The idea of having to be “perfect” with no room for mistakes would be more than I could take. If that makes me immature or incompetent, I’m fine with that.

Is there a point where repeated punishments for the same offense seem to point to a deeper problem? I think so. Though that deeper problem could just be forgetfulness (like me!). But it could also signify something that warrants a closer look than just repeated applications of the same consequence.

If punishment is a factor in your life, is there/has there been any struggle to find one that works? Oy. Yes. That’s why He has several that He uses.

Have you, as a masochist-submissive, willfully been disobedient purely for the sake of being punished? Ayup.

If the whole punishment “scene” is an actual admitted kink of yours, can you also have genuine punishments that don’t trip the trigger? Well there are certainly some things that are worse than others, but when one of my kinks is actually the method of having consequences for my actions, I don’t think there is anything that doesn’t flip that switch in some way.

Is it possible to maintain the punishment dynamic if you don’t both have some element of punishment kink? I mean, if there isn’t some area of eroticism about it for one of you, do you see it working in any capacity? I don’t. And I think this might be where Master and I run into some troubles now and then.

And lastly, does anyone who does incorporate punishment in their lifestyle acknowledge the extreme difference between a punishment spanking and a non-punishment spanking and how one cannot replace the other? That simply “asking to be spanked” does not scratch the right itch or feed the right hunger or soothe the right burn.. that there is something; something heavy and sinfully exciting and deeply satisfying that is only ever touched by being harshly, forcefully, and thoroughly punished… that no matter how good you want to be, no matter how much you dislike His disappointment, no matter how ashamed you may be… it’s there and it’s strong… Nobody really touched on this in the comments, but for me, this sums up my feelings about it perfectly. It is something entirely different than a regular spanking or a regular scene and it does give me something that no other amount or application of pain can even come close to, which is why simply asking for a spanking or asking to be hurt doesn’t take the place of having messed up and having been punished for it. And is also why, no matter how much I know He doesn’t like it when I misbehave, I occasionally do it on purpose because I feel like I’m STARVING and DYING for not getting that need met… and is also why, when I have genuinely and unintentionally messed up and He blows it off for whatever reason, it completely and totally fucks up my world for a long while. In a bad way. And I don’t necessarily like this about myself, at all.

and maybe, just maybe… it’s conquering that need that is the real path to submission? Or is it? I don’t know. Maybe. I work on trying to conquer this every day. Sometimes I’m real good at it, other times Im not. I know I’m way way better than I used to be. And to be honest, that kind of makes me sad because I feel like I’m killing something inside of me. It makes me feel defeated.. and dead.

Is it just another harmless but misunderstood fetish, just another point for people to judge or claim superiority on because they’ve never felt it in that way? Yeah. I think so. It’s another way of saying “my kink is okay, but yours is fucked up” coming from people who really should know better.

I don’t know that there is any way to explain a punishment kink, just as there is no way to explain a fisting kink or a bondage kink. You can discuss how it feels physically, what you think in the moment and out of the moment, try and detail the need it fills in you – but to explain the why, it’s just not possible.

But I’m so tired of being ashamed of it, you know? Weary of feeling less-than, and being told that it’s wrong, fed up with thinking there is something wrong with me, or that I just don’t get it.

So I’m going to try to not feel those things anymore. That’s one thing that I’m certain has no place in my life. Everything else is a work in progress. It probably always will be.

~cunt

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“If sex is a pain in the butt, you’re doing it wrong.”

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So, I’ve literally been sitting here for a freaking hour trying to convince myself not to use the “r” word. It’s such a touchy word.

I’ve never used it before. I know some people toss it around like it’s meaningless, as casually as saying they had meatloaf for dinner last night, they’ll announce that they were raped before bed.

That’s weird to me. I had made it a point previously to not use the word ’rape’ in my details of my sex life. Not only because I have given Master blanket consent to do whatever whenever He wants and so therefore, it cannot be rape, but also because I feel it trivializes the trauma of rape when it’s used so callously to describe what is actually just “rough sex”.

However. In this case, ’rough sex’ isn’t descriptive enough. I felt raped. The End.

And those people who would object to my use of the word rape based on consent are the same people who will tell me that I cannot possibly give one time consent for all things, that I am in fact consenting on a daily basis, task by task and chore by chore, and so, if that’s how it goes, then I most certainly did not consent and He raped my ass. So there.

This was, quite honestly, the single most painful sexual experience of my life. There was no preparation, no gentleness, no coaxing the ass into cooperation. He wanted what He wanted and He wanted it right then and there was nothing I could do or say to change it. He was brutal, He was mean, He made it hurt and not one second of my tearful pleas swayed His determination to force His large cock into my ass.

He smacked me when I moved, He told me to “take it”, and He told me He was glad it hurt. I cried, I begged, I screamed. And then I got fucked in the ass. It’s been two days and I’m still wiping blood.

I know I signed up for this but that truth doesn’t make things any easier to go through. It doesn’t negate my experiences as painful or traumatic or difficult or worthy of complaining. It ain’t all sunshine and lollipops, least not on my end.

So yeah, I signed up for it, but it still shocks the shit out of me when He uses me for exactly what He wants, no matter how I feel about it. It surprises me when He reminds me that I don’t matter.

Odd that.

~cunt

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“It is a smaller thing to suffer punishment than to have deserved it”

Master never lets me online anymore. Srsly! I try and cram in like 20 minutes when I get home from work in the morning, but after that, nothing. Like He thinks I should be focused on Him and on my chores. The nerve!

So I’ve really really missed the routine I used to have of posting at this time of night when He was away. The house is quiet, I’m relaxed, I’m just sleepy enough to babble incessantly. It’s my favorite time to journal. And He is not here to tell me no. :D

I have punishment on the brain (go figure). The need for it, the use of it, people’s attitude toward it. I’ve read a few things, some that were insulting, some that were understandable, some that were downright brilliant.

When I first discovered the world of bdsm, I thought punishment was a part of it for everybody. That consequences logically followed rules and expectations. The struggle for control, the bending of wills, working to learn obedience – discipline and punishment. In my naivety, I thought a lot of things were universal; that we’d all get along, that we were all on the same path and that we’d all end up in the same place. Oh what a rude awakening I had coming to me.

I’m curious now what people think of punishment, what you all think. What place does it have in your bdsm relationship, and if you aren’t in one, what place do you think it should have, if any? What is your opinion of those who “play punish”? What do you think of couples who disguise their kink behind domestic discipline? Do you think the word ‘punishment’ is incorrectly used, when a more appropriate word like discipline or training is more fitting?

Are you of the mindset that a submissive should just behave and that punishment of any sort is ridiculous? Is there a point where repeated punishments for the same offense seem to point to a deeper problem?

If punishment is a factor in your life, is there/has there been any struggle to find one that works? Have you, as a masochist-submissive, willfully been disobedient purely for the sake of being punished? If the whole punishment “scene” is an actual admitted kink of yours, can you also have genuine punishments that don’t trip the trigger? Is it possible to maintain the punishment dynamic if you don’t both have some element of punishment kink? I mean, if there isn’t some area of eroticism about it for one of you, do you see it working in any capacity?

And lastly, does anyone who does incorporate punishment in their lifestyle acknowledge the extreme difference between a punishment spanking and a non-punishment spanking and how one cannot replace the other? That simply “asking to be spanked” does not scratch the right itch or feed the right hunger or soothe the right burn.. that there is something, something heavy and sinfully exciting and deeply satisfying that is only ever touched by being harshly, forcefully, and thoroughly punished… that no matter how good you want to be, no matter how much you dislike His disappointment, no matter how ashamed you may be… it’s there and it’s strong and maybe, just maybe… it’s conquering that need that is the real path to submission? Or is it? Is it just another harmless but misunderstood fetish, just another point for people to judge or claim superiority on because they’ve never felt it in that way.

What do you think?

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“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”

Yesterday was a good day. In spite of getting that punishment that’s been hanging over my head.

Master’s trip scheduled for next week was suddenly moved up to today (in fact, He is probably somewhere over Wyoming right about now) so He took yesterday off of work to get ready. There were three things He wanted to do yesterday; pack, play and punish.

The decision for Him was in what order. If He did the punishment first, we’d both be in that punishment headspace that would put a damper on the playing. But if we played first, the punishment would be less effective. And waiting it out through another trip wasn’t an option (thank God). He decided that my transgressions weren’t going to be the rain falling on His parade, so we played first.

And that was great. We were working on some things, there was some fucking and some romping and some bondage and some sucking. It was just fun (all up until the butt fucking, which I’ll tell ya about later!) – (it HURT SO BAD!)

So definitely the punishment, when it came, was different. Either I was flying high which made it less severe or He was flying high and was less harsh. Or both. It still hurt, don’t get me wrong! At the time, I was just as nervous and desperate for it to be over as I always am, it still seemed to hit bone (although watching the clip, as usual, it looks like He’s barely swinging) and I still cried.

I’m just glad it’s over. I’m even more glad that we had time to frolic in the land of perversion before He had to leave and that the punishment didn’t ruin that.

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I’m off to take the dog to the vet and then run some errands, catch up on the chores I didn’t do yesterday cuz I was naked and tied up…. and then hopefully I can spend some time getting caught up on everyone. I’ve missed you all!

~cunt

(I am putting the clip up at the clip store. It’s not the best quality I’m afraid. The camera was on some funky setting and it’s a little grainy, as you can see in the still shots I took from it.)

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Clover Clamps, Clits and Climaxes…

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…and nipples…

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…and headaches…

I came so hard my head hurts. Imma go take some Excedrin and flop on the couch. It’s hard work being my own Sadist! *snicker*

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No news is not good news. It’s freakin’ boring news!

I’ve not reported anything because there is nothing to report. ~le sigh~

“It” hasn’t happened yet. While I realize it has to be when Master feels like it and not a moment before, this waiting game sucks. In fact, it is the suckiest suck that ever sucked. And I really should leave this topic alone because there is a *whole* lotta negative thoughts rolling around about it.

See? I *am* learning when to keep my trap shut. ~beams~

The really bad thing about it is that over the last couple of days I’ve developed a dangerous sense of security in that ‘gee, nothing’s going to happen so la-di-da and yippee-kai-yay’ and now when (if?) it happens, I’ll probably feel all kinds of betrayed or some such stupid shit. But, really, a person cannot exist in that state of nervous trepidation forever.

Anyway. Moving on.

He certainly hasn’t lost all of His mojo though considering the way He took me early this morning. He woke me up by gruffly demanding that I get on my back and spread my legs where He poked and twiddled and rubbed me until I was nice and moist and then delivered several short, smart smacks to my wet cunt. He gave me the clothespins that are kept on the nightstand and told me to put them on my nipples, which is no easy feat in the dark when you are still half-asleep and your fingers don’t wanna cooperate (or your nipples, for that matter). Then I was flipped over to my knees and elbows where I got another couple of cracks to my cunt – that sounded like gunshots in the quiet stillness of the early morning. He was in a mood to hear me hurting which doesn’t take much effort before the sun rises. He raked His nails up and down my bare back, He tugged, twisted and pinched the clothespins, He grabbed up big handfuls of flesh and squeezed, digging His fingernails in until I’d cry out. Over my hips, my inner thighs, outer thighs, across my cunt, my breasts, He dug in, gouging deep red lines across my skin.

I’m not generally a big fan of pain-before-coffee, but I have to admit this morning’s wake up was a whole helluva lot better than the raucous meep-meep-meep of the alarm clock. I went to work with a smile on my face and a party still going on in my pants.

I want more. I was thinking, as I was being skinned alive by His fingernails, that *someone* was going to be getting a manicure tonight, but if I do it in this kind of horny-hurt-me mood, I’ll accidentally-on-purpose file His nails into daggers. Yum.

And that’s pretty much been it. I had a great Mother’s Day and got lots and lots of presents. Way too many if I’m to be honest, but who doesn’t like to be spoiled? Work is still crazy, though I think there is an end in sight. I worked this morning and I’m going back in to work this afternoon’s shift so I’m about to go pop a meal in the crockpot and get a loaf of bread started. I’ve got some chores to finish and some errands to run. Typical day.

Master is flying out again on Monday for who knows how long. I’ll be so god-damn glad when this project is finished. He’s a bear when He’s stressed. Bah.

So, I almost feel guilty that I have no punishment-report, but you’ll have to take it up with the Man with the Stick. His email is listed over on the sidebar. As for me? I’m staying out of it. My momma didn’t raise no fool. ;-)

I hope you all had a terrific Mother’s Day, or if you don’t celebrate it, then a terrific weekend. I do apologize for my sporadic posts, but bear with me until they train the replacement for the bitch girl who walked out. :P

~cunt

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No I’m not dead!

Yet.

Ask me tomorrow morning. :(

The thing about being swamped with work and chores and kids is that while there is no time for kinky fun, there is also no time for not-so-fun things. Things like punishment.

However. I don’t have to work tomorrow. Neither does He. He’s scheduled me in for tonight to “deal with this business”.

At some point last night, after I’d crashed into bed at the ridiculous hour of 8pm (seriously - Am I 37 or 73??), He woke me up whispering things into my ear. Something about “It’s 40 now, cunt” and “Tomorrow night. Get your head on straight.” which, come morning time, I’d decided was a horrible, horrible nightmare. All morning at work I went over it and over it. Did I dream it? Was it real? It couldn’t be real, ffs. What had I done now??!

We met for lunch today. He confirmed it. I wasn’t dreaming. It is 40 because I went to bed last night and forgot His stupid glass of water. 

So. I’m really struggling with this right now. I’m not being very gracefully accepting of this trend He’s beginning of adding to an already harsh punishment for every little forgetful mistake I’m making. (So why not stop making mistakes, cunt?)

See how I answer myself in His voice. Bastard.

Anyway, as I was saying – I’m struggling. It’s hard not to feel defeated, it’s hard not to get frustrated and just say ‘fuck it’ because I’m oh-so-mature like that. I almost – ALMOST – dug myself into a hole over lunch when I was trying to explain that it just felt like things were piling up and that He hasn’t ever before just added it like that, one on top of another and He proclaimed that He can do whatever He wants and I declared that He could just make it 50 or a 100 if His atttitude is that He can just do whatever He wants. I mean, what’s the purpose here?

But I hushed at the “Oh really?” and eyebrow cock and the gleam in His eye, cuz, yeah, I tried that logic once before and ended up in a really bad spot.

I’m really not trying to be difficult or forgetful or to test His patience… I’m not. And I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s tonight, He’s done decided, and He’s even going to  tie me down and gag me and not have me count the strokes like I normally have to do during a punishment, and if THAT’S not scary, I dunno what is.  

On one hand I’ll be glad to have it over with. It’s been a week today that this has been tearing my guts up and I’m sick to death of it hanging over my head. For two days now, since He’s been home, He’s picked random moments to remind me that it’s coming, catching my eye and mouthing the number or miming the stance He holds when He’s ready to swing. Each time my heart lurches into my throat and my bladder spasms – I’m a nervous wreck. Quite honestly, I’m sick of thinking about it, sick of talking about it, and I’m sure y’all are sick of hearing about it!

On the other hand, if some world-wide catastrophe comes along between now and tonight, I’d be okay with that. If Master suddenly developed arm paralysis or if I was inexplicably inflicted with CIPA or… or… the toy closet caught fire –

My plan for the moment is to not talk. Nor move. And check and double-check, and triple-check, that I have not forgotten anything or neglected anything or skipped anything or missed anything or touched anything. And not breathe.

And wait.

And cry. Crying is a given.

~cunt

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Anyone have any spare time I can borrow?

I tell ya, overnight things went from me having nothing to do to having too much to do. The weekend here, with Master gone, just seemed to drag on endlessly. Then, come Monday morning, one of the girls at work just up and quit, no notice or anything (how rude is that, huh? Srsly.) and with the other girl on vacation, there are only two of us trying to cover all of the hours.

So much for a freakin’ part-time job. This week at least, I’m pretty close to 40 hours. Which isn’t a lot compared to what most people usually work, it just wasn’t expected. 8pm last night I was outside mowing the lawn, trying to get everything done before Master comes home.

Speaking of which, I figure this thing with the lawnmower should earn me some brownie points. Last year this mower was a beast to work with, and with neither Master or myself being motorheads, He’d decided that He was just going to trash it and buy a new one. But! One of the customers at work just happens to own a lawncare business so I was asking her about this stupid mower. She not only came over and fixed it (fixed it! For the pricely sum of $11.00!) but she gave me a crash course in lawnmower maintenance and repair.  I just saved Master the price of brand new mower, plus I’m now able to keep this one running for years! Go me!

So Master is due home this afternoon, I have a dentist appt., both kids have dr. appts, I just got home from work and I still need to pick up the house. I know I’m behind on answering some emails and I’ve been ignoring FetLife and the message board, but it’s just been busy. I’m pretty sure He’s planning on getting that punishment taken care of right away so my stomach is all in knots… as for whether or not He’ll film it – I really can’t say. I would have said probably not, but given that someone’s shown an interest, He might. That just adds to the tummy knots, you know! I don’t want that up there! Bah.

I don’t want to think about it. ~finding my happy place~

Anyway, hopefully I’ll have the time to make a better entry soon. In the meantime, I have dishes calling my name. :D

~cunt

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The blue stick (so named because I have no idea what it is). It’s heavy, yet flexible rubber. It’s square with sharp-ish, rigid edges. I think it’s the flexibilty and the weight that makes it so bloody painful. He gets a good swing and the far end snaps right down to the bone, I swear.
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This was just a couple of swats for some bit of mouthiness about 6 or 7 months ago. It might have been 5? Looks like 5 welts anyway.
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I’m up to 35 lashes now. :(

~cunt

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