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    That depends on what your definition of “is” is.

    Wednesday, May 21st, 2008

    I’m currently not allowed to masturbate. Until further notice.

    Putting these clamps on had me right. on. the. edge. I was sooooooo close.

    I didn’t touch my cunt. I didn’t even take my pants off.

    But a little wiggle here…

    …and a little tug there…

    I think Master needs to clearly define the word “orgasm”.
    ~cunt

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    Clover Clamps, Clits and Climaxes…

    Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

    …and nipples…

    …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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    Coincidence? I think not!

    Thursday, April 24th, 2008

    It was only a few days ago that I was explaining the "bed of nails" theory to Dan and Bethie in regards to mass amounts of clothespins. For anyone who doesn’t know, the theory is that using a lot of clothespins actually hurts *less* than using just one or two because the pain spreads [...]

    Bamboo Bondage

    Thursday, January 31st, 2008

    This was a lot harder than it looks. I’m awfully uncoordinated and there were rubber bands and bamboo skewers *everywhere*. It was a lot more painful than it looks too considering that I’m currently sporting pms boobies.
    But damn was it fun.

    More pictures behind the cut.

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    “Sometimes the littlest things in life are the hardest to take. You can sit on a mountain more comfortably than on a tack.”

    Friday, January 18th, 2008

    He didn’t put it on until 8pm last night. I think because he has no intention of taking it off until late tonight. So my evening wasn’t so bad.
    There was a vigorous fucking then, on my knees with my chest pressed into a pillow. The constant back and forth movement as he took me from [...]

    I almost forgot how to do this.

    Monday, January 14th, 2008

    Seems like I used to make straighter lines. Oh well. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. I put off doing it until I was either going to have to come up with some excuse why I didn’t do it (which would not go over well at this stage of things) or [...]

    Ack!

    Friday, December 28th, 2007

    I’m so caught up in debating stuff that I almost spaced out the return to tasks and pictures. Not such a great beginning to that “rebirth” I was on about, eh?
    So, three specified poses, three specified snapshots. And boy, lemme tell ya…
    …I really, really…

    …miss being allowed…

    …the LJ cuts.

    *blush*
    It’s nasty, ain’t it? *shudder*
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    Spanked

    Sunday, August 7th, 2005

    The website appears to be on the blink right now so the Pic of the Day will have to wait til tomorrow. Or later today.. I don’t even know what time it is. It’s bedtime thats all I know.
    I had two tasks today. I was supposed to fuck my ass with a candlestick and light [...]

    Pin Cushion

    Saturday, August 6th, 2005

    I was talking to a friend today about the difference between ‘to please’ and ‘to be pleasing’. I hadn’t been consciously aware of the difference… just lumped the whole pleasing thing together. As a slave, there is a huge desire to please Him. I do things, tasks and chores, special things, to please Him. But [...]

    Candelabra

    Friday, August 5th, 2005

    Shortly after getting home from work today, I headed to the corner. At first I felt foolish as all get out, standing there all by myself, no one even watching me stomp my feet and whine. And I certainly entertained the thought of *not* doing it and saying I had… but if I can’t be [...]

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