Evil has a name….
Evil has a name…and it is Master.
Master called me early this morning and told me to take the dog for a nice long walk. Wearing the butt plug. And the scrunchy pad.
*groan*
The scrunchy pad is such a handy thing when it’s sitting on the edge of your kitchen sink awaiting some baked on food to obliterate. The one that sits in Master’s toy box is awaiting the chance to peel away the delicate pink tissues of my oh-so-tender cunt.
The real challenge is in forcing myself to tuck it in there the way Master would. Just placing it on loosely doesn’t hurt so much.. and it’s only the fact that I know He’ll ask me and I can’t lie and still look myself in the mirror every day that makes me press it firmly up between the lips, with a small bunch of it just entering me. Yanking up the tight jeans before I change my mind and hurrying outside where I can’t stick my hands down my pants and pull it out… and I’m ready. Impaled in the ass and in agony on my cunt.. and I’m quite sure I heard Master chuckling from 800 miles away
It doesn’t feel too bad if you don’t move a muscle. That’s not an option though when you are holding one end of a leash and the other end is attached to a 100lb black lab. I’m not too sure who is walking who when me and the dog are out. And being outside where friendly small town neighbors wave from porches and chit chat about the weather keeps you from walking bow-legged too. In short, the tears that glistened in my eyes when I gingerly climbed the steps after getting home weren’t from the cold January wind.
Pussy pain is taking on a whole new meaning for me lately. After all that, the 15 clothespins on each tit was a breeze.
I had the plug in for two hours. I can’t deny that it gets easier and easier (though I want to deny it and I’ll tell you why in a sec). I even fell into that short post-orgasm power nap with it in. It doesn’t burn anymore… insertion is quicker… extraction still feels like I’m being gutted but I’m getting used to it. And the reason it’s taking all of my will power to not back space all that info is because there is another plug in the toy box. A much larger one. And I just know Master Satan is eye balling it.
I’m seriously starting to wonder if someday I’m going to just be one huge fuckable hole. Like perverted swiss cheese… one hole blending into the other one… with small bits of me tenuously holding them together.
Fuck..lol.. don’t even answer that.
Here’s something for the Dominants. A little tip from the kaya-files. (All you submissives can thank me later…hehe);
Have You the dilemma of a submissive who spends just a bit too much time on the computer? Are chores beginning to pile up behind her? Has bedtime gotten later and later? Are You tired of hearing the excuse “just a minute Sir, I need to finish this IM conversation” or “I’m almost done with this blog post, Master!”?
A cure has been found! For the low low price of a few dollars at the hardware store, Your lovely little slave will be avoiding the computer like the plague! Here are the directions:
1. Buy several sheets of stiff 40 grit sandpaper. (It even comes in the pretty pretty princess purple color!)
2. Duct tape the sandpaper to one sturdy footstool.
3. Introduce Your wayward slave to her new computer chair. (Affectionately known as the ‘Bitch Bench’)
4. Forbid pants when touching the computer.
In roughly 30 minutes, she will be desperately looking for something ELSE to do… her sweet little ass will be red and raw and sore with little to no effort on Your part. And each return trip to the computer will be with less and less enthusiasm.
I Guarantee it!
Just sharin’ the love people.
Tags: accessories, bitch bench
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Friday January 13th, 2006 11:39am
you know kaya…
*some* submissives will be cursing your name. *some* submissives will be swearing under their breath. *some* submissives will be frantically trying to remove your URL from their Master’s bookmark. *some* submissives will be taking the fuse from the puter plug and pretending the puter broke down.
but that’s not me. know why?
Because i know, in my heart of hearts that a) none of the above does any good anyway, b) that i would get in far more trouble for doing the above than i would from Master just reading your post and c) Master is quite inventive enough all by himself that if he wanted to do that.. he would have done already, and may decide that he wants it done in future.
Either way, i have no control over it.
however, i have to admit… part of me, just a small part of me (okay an effin great big part of me) is thinking about all those submissives/slaves sitting on bitchbenches in princesspurple colours…. and getting a niceeee warm glow off it.
~ smiles beatifically ~
oh and i really wouldn’t knock the scrunchy pad. trust me. There are ones available in the UK that are metal, and put the plastic ones to shame. At least, they do on a pot with stuff stuck to the bottom.. I don’t know about on delicate parts (adds a “yet” before Master does).
oh and the bigger plug? darling, when thats in.. just think of the feeling, no, not the OMG i’m gonna split apart feeling, i mean the.. YESSSSS, i got it in!!! feeling. the acheivement. You can do it. I know you can.
mega huggggggggggggsssssssssss
keth
xxxxxxxxxxx
p.s. we have a dog too. that line about i’m not sure who walks who … DEFINETLY applies to whoever walks jess, so yup… am very familiar with that feeling!
These ARE the metal ones! LOL
they are? they look plastic. in that case. OWWW OWW OWWWWW *mumbles* OWWWWWWW….
We have copper and we have steel… take your pick. Master doesn’t do *anything* half-assed..lol
so i can see.. *still mumbling*… i bet your local DIY store loves you..
half-assed
But you will if you stay on that bitch bench!
Regards,
Peter Grimm
Re: half-assed
lol!! that isn’t funny.
:)
oh and i nearly forgot. When you have a Master who is as IT-savvy as BlackPanther{k} is, spendingtoomuchtimeontheputer isn’t a problem. he just yanks your connection, from the other puter.
lmfao.. but that doesn’t make your ass red and raw.. what’s the fun in that??
Funny though..lol
The mindfuck in this is that I can stay on it all I want..as long as I want.. just in agony!
no it doesn’t, but it does get you off the puter in a hurry, especially when he really wants something done. i have to admit the bitch bench would make my ass red and raw.. and then some.. (still wincing about the metal scrunchy)…
those pictures, ow ow ow!
Aye. Shoulda been on my end…:)
KAYA, Bite your tongue chick!!! Jeezuzzzz. On one hand I am so glad you are doing better with your time, that suggestion was so NOT needed. I am going to rememeber to get the hell off the computer with his first request. Sometimes, sharing is not so benificial right?? (adjusting her diamond halo)
Silly silly bruised, content girl
tia
Bruised? Content? You left out some details here….
I read your blog actually.. *grin*.. you naughty thing.
I got a phone call, as soon as I returned from shopping. I swear, the Imp has radar on me. Anyway – He was calling to inform me He finally got the waffle print down right – and He now has a hand made hickory paddle that He swears looks like an Eggo. He has promised me it will be tried this weekend.
I told Him if it work out well, He’ll have to make another one ….
Three guesses who will get it …
There’s your thanks, sweetheart :-)
(And I must be a total redneck – no Billy Mays voice overs for me – in my head I heard Justin Wilson, Cajun cook extraordinaire …”Ahh gaar-on-teeeeee et.)
Oh gosh.. pardon me if I don’t fall all over myself thanking you, wench..lol
Seriously though… I’ll pay Him to make us some paddles. I want one that has “Kiss my” carved into it.. so the words will bruise on my ass.. and every time Master wants to smack it, what does He see?
*snicker*.. I’m such a bitch.
Oh.. I better be careful.. I’m not being a “real” slave…lol
Oh my Kaya! what a brutal couple of days on the girly bits!
I know.. it’s one of those love/hate things. I love it.. mostly. When it’s over..lol
Wow!!!
As He is often upset with me staying up too late on the computer… I share the reading with Him… I’m curious… and adventurous…;-)) but, I know He wont go that way…LOLOLOL… but.. I’m really curious about the feeling of those implements… Seems interesting for a pussy torture addicted as me… ;-))
Re: Wow!!!
Just try it.. it’s really interesting. The pain kind of sneaks up on you.
sharing
geeeeeeee kaya……. aren’t you just the sweetest lil subbie girl ever… sharing the secret of the Bitch Bench with all the dear Doms who read here……. and dear Sirs (cheeky grin)……
i will just have to make sure my Sir is VERY preoccupied this weekend… with .. ummm.. 103 + toothpicks maybe???? something anything to keep Him away from this blessed blog today….. Bitch Benches and scrubbies.. OH JOY OH JOY
morningstar (owned by Warren)
http://wtsubbie.blogspot.com/
Re: sharing
I think a box of thumb tacks will work just as well and leave better marks….
Sir,
Owner of morningstar
Re: sharing
Tacks! Kee-rist.
Look! A toothpick!
~runs~
Re: sharing
I do so like to be helpful..:)
Re: sharing
KAYA!!!
leaving lil notes all over the place for my Sir these days eh??? my blog… here………. geeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzz kaya…
here’s a promise .. there will be pictures this morning!! BUT it aint toothpicks not yet 3 BIG bottles of toothpicks sit on the kitchen table waiting…… and waiting and waiting… Sir had this idea to beat your BITCH BENCH… i dunno know.. i think He may have done it…….
morningstar (owned by Warren)
http://wtsubbie.blogspot.com/
Why isn’t the Bitch Bench made of hardwood and covered with 16 grit garnet sandpaper? You could use carpet tape to adhere it to the stool for a neat look. 16 grit is like sitting on sharp rocks.
Ack! Whose side are you on???
dunno who sluggo is.. *waves to sluggo*.. but just a guess.. they were just “sharin’ the lurveee, people”!!!
*dodges out the way fast*
keth
xxx
I am so sending your Master some copper scrunchies. I’m even going to *improve* them with some icy hot. Blackpanther Sir… might I bother you for a mailing address?
*sweet smile*
Hey.. btw.. did you ever chat at ACN?
yes i did, in fact, i started out there.. why? and yes i’ve had the nick kethry since i started there in 99 – well in various variations anyway.
Because I so remember you! The first time I saw your name I wondered if that was you, it’s an unusual nick.
you do? um? who were you? (and prays like hell she didn’t annoy kaya in a previous incarnation..)
If you don’t remember me, thats ok. I don’t recall chatting to you alot, I just remember your nick. I started in the dungeon as rubasub (don’t laugh..lol.. I was such a newbie.) Then in the realm as kaya.
Ring any bells?
ummmm nope sorry i don’t.. lord this is going back a ways. although i was there in the very early days of the realm, certainly involved in its founding (oh yes right up to my neck along with a few others) i think fairly shortly afterwards i moved across to bondage.com to chat there because ACN was so almost universally either americans or canadians, with a few brits and aussies thrown in.. not that i object to either americas or canadians or australians but back then i realised i needed to get away from the whole online thing and go for RT – and i had been told there was a UK based chatroom over on b.com.
lord its a small world innit?
It certainly IS a small world.. well hot diggety dog.. we probably chatted to at least the same people now and then.
probably.. at least a few. i’ll have to throw some names at you in an email or something.. :))) play catch up!
Didn’t you know that I am a sadist?
lol you do make me smile every time I come here…you sweet thang…:)
*hugs*
perhaps I could suggest the thumbtack bra to you?
LOL…:P
Master had the plans for that once.. and umm.. gee.. I don’t know where they went. I think He’s forgotten about it… shhh…lol
:P :P :P
but it’s no fun to shhhh….I like reading about yours tortures too much darlin :)
*kisses*
uh-huh uh-huh you tell her subverse.. she’s sending me metal scrunchies!!! we got to share the love after all..
hahaha….metal scrunchies sounds good too…my switch side might have to “friend” your journal…:)
LOL go for it hon, i don’t post on LJ but on blogspot.. but feel free to read if you like :)))
done…I’ve added you to my links on my website…:)
cool thanks sweetie :))
Yes! Git her annissa!
*claps*
traffic cone traffic cone!!!!
you should email that to her Master…yes, I do think so…
ohhhh nooooo i’m quite sure he’s seen my *ahem* helpful comment.. if he wants to chase up on that i’m sure he will.. *grins at kaya*
Funnily enough, Master has the box of thumbtacks sitting right in this drawer next to me.. bought specifically for the bra and panty set! But I distracted Him with my wiley girlish ways and SHHHHHH….lol
um kaya i thought your Master reads these?
lmfao.. wench! He does.. but He already read this one today and I dont think He’ll come back for a second helping. So ha! ha ha ha ha!
you don’t *think* he will? and there’s always tomorrow? i mean.. given that there’s 44 messages on this already, he might just be a wee bit curious about what is going on on your blog all of a sudden and find these messages?
::::thinks:::emails kaya’s Master with blank email…with only the subject line of Re: read http://www.livejournal.com/users/kaya_s/41832.html again:::
um…evil…what’s his email address dearie…I have something to…um…aheam…ask him, yeah that it…wanna ask him sumthin…
:)
ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that is evil.. yes yes i like i like….
Umm.. He doesn’t have email?
um…the man has no email? naughty naughty kaya…I don’t believe you….lol…
*kisses* I shall stop teasing you…tho it is ever so much fun ;)
no email?
I think I remember you blogging about you and your Master talking on IM. Now most of these .. in fact all need an active email adress
(ps. this is what keth means by having a geek as Master LOLOL)
ke`charas Master
Well what I MEANT was that He doesn’t READ email.. yeah.. that’s it…:)
*Yet* LOL
OH my word, those nasty scouring pads….between the nipples and a lose fitting bra is also quite horrid (yummy and horrid). And taking walks with it in your cunt is dreadful as well, isn’t it? Thank you for sharing – i’ve been reading you for some time now and enjoy your posts alot!
this girl
http://www.highheelsandlace.blogspot.com
Evil has a name….
My submissive saw me reading about the scrungy and wondered why she suggested that I read your LJ. We’re headed out for fun ‘n errands; first stop will be a dollar store and second stop will be what they call a washroom in this neck of the woods. There she’ll tuck it in following your directions. When we return to her cave later this afternoon, there will be more pussy torture until she’s ready to be fucked. I’m looking forward to the look on her face, the things she’ll say and the reaction of her body when my crotch smacks against her bruised parts. Thanks for the post!
Play started this morning when GT read this LJ, and his eyes sparkled.
We started to firm up our plans for the day, and he told me that one of the plans was to spend my day with a scrunchie thing between my labia, while we ran our errands. And that the day would end with more pussy torture and then me being fucked with a very sore pussy. Strangely enough that is what transpired.
As I didn’t have a srunchy thing, he said our first stop would be a dollar store to buy one and then to a washroom to have me insert it. I was strongly cautioned that I better make sure a bit was tucked into my pussy.
So out we go and off to the dollar store. We found the scrunchies after a bit of searching. I thought he meant a plastic one. He didn’t. He meant one of those metal ones. The ones I never buy cause I think they are rough on pots. That’s what he decides he wants between my labia. I was not amused.
After we went back to the house so I could put it in (I had forgotten my wallet so we had to head back there anyways). Holy shit, it hurt just getting tucked in there. Walking with it wasn’t fun. It was hard all day not to walk bow legged. Sitting in the tight jeans I was in was very painful. I was surprised at how intense it was. It is not a toy for the fainthearted, that’s for sure.
We did our errands. Every once in a while in the car he would pat my pussy area. However it felt more like an assault than just a patting. Any touch down there or tug on my pants was incredibly painful. Needless to say he enjoyed himself and his eyes sparkled most of the day.
Surprisingly, we actually did manage to get most of our errands done (other than the piece of 14 X 14 glass that Michaels wanted $60 to cut for a picture frame).
We came home and GT undressed me and pulled that horrid thing out from between my legs. He enjoyed that a lot. I think I screamed. I then did a lot of screaming while he assaulted my pussy area with some toys. The phone cord was the absolute worst, the new heart shaped metal slapper was horrid, and so was the plastic cable tie up do-hicky thing. The ruler, and the flogger were a bit easier to take. Well other than when he got just the very tips of the flogger to hit me. That made me scream so hard and loud that he got out my rope gag. I’m not sure if that quieted me much but at least we never did meet my neighbours or those nice men in blue.
The play was followed by some hard sex. My sex was so sensitive that every thrust felt very intense and hard. It was good sex, even though my labia and cunt were sore.
A long play followed by good sex. A good day :)