“My passions are all gathered together like fingers that make a fist.”

Master must think I have go-go-gadget arms or something. Srsly, who can do this??

I tried.

But darn these limited joints of mine!

The sad thing was that I so heartily threw myself into cleaning to earn that orgasm (and the house is shiny I might add *beams*) that I cleaned until about 8pm, at which point I was so bloody tired I didn’t care if I came or not..lol

I vibed for a little while but kept getting distracted by worrying over the homemade laundry soap (which is working fine and it’s certainly a money saver, but the website clearly stated that it would be a gel-ish goop and what I have is cloudy water. So I’m obsessing over what I did wrong. Anyway… ) then I watched porn for a little while, but I was only getting irritated at how they are “doing it wrong!” so finally I just got-r-done, as Larry would say. I did come, though, I mean shoot, I’m not going to waste it or anything.

In other news, my butt itches. I know I know, that’s probably more about kaya than you wanted to know but that is kinda the “theme” of my journal here isn’t it? I should change the name from ‘Under His Hand’ to ‘TMI About Kaya’s Privates’.

I walked around at work today shoving my hands down the seat of my pants every time I could sneak off into a hidden corner or doing The Twist in my chair claiming I had taken up chair dancing as a new exercise.

But WHY does my butt itch? Surely no one will sleep tonight if they don’t get the answer to that question. I know I won’t sleep tonight (because I’m too busy scratching, but that’s not the point). Well. I shall not share that sort of private info out here in the open. Me and my itchy-butt-secrets are jumping behind a cut.

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

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

Clover Clamps, Clits and Climaxes…

…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*

Coincidence? I think not!

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 and evens out over a larger area.

While the theory does hold true in my experience, the "mass amount" of clothespins is somewhere in the neighborhood of ten or twenty.

I rather impishly advised Bethie to use a hundred clothespins. Because I’m a brat like that.

But karma is watching me like a damn hawk.

I really wasn’t even surprised to come home from work this morning to find a little love note left from him. It said:

TASK TODAY!

100 clothespins

Because I’d tempted fate, you see. Yesterday’s task? That I swear to GOD I was going to do, I swear I was. Yeah I was all pouty and I-dont-wanna and foot-stompy about it, and I joked about not doing it, but honest to Pete I had every intention of doing it. But then Fate sat up and said "Oh look! Some cocky little cunt wants to tempt Me! I’ll play." and came along and royally fucked up my day and it really didn’t get done and of course Master comes home and reads that smug little post that was really just a silly jokey thing anyway and he thinks "Oh look! My cocky little cunt wants to tempt Me! I’ll play." and instead of yesterday’s task that was as simple as "just do some clothespins" I get this:

TASK TODAY!

100 clothespins

Now, I know he doesn’t follow my tracks on the computer. Reading blogs isn’t really his thing. He’ll look at y’alls pictures! He loves the pictures (who’d a thunk?) but he doesn’t read very often. So I know he didn’t know about the conversation between Bethie and I. And I sure as hell didn’t mention it to him! You just don’t voluntarily remind a sadist that we even own 100 clothespins. (why did I think he’d forgotten what we own? Silly goose.)

So there you have it. Karma or Fate or Coincidence.

Or stupidity on my part. I am not ruling that out.

Anyway – about that bed of nails theory? It is null and void on 100 clothespins. Does. Not. Work.

Do you know how long it takes to attach 100 clothespins to yourself?…lol. And do you know how freaking hard it is to reach around them to find a place to put one that doesn’t already have one on it? And did you know that you should do the pussy first so that you aren’t jostling around two tits full of clothespins trying to reach it? I do now!

Well, at any rate, it hurt. By the time I got them all on and got around to taking the pictures my hands were shaking so bad I didn’t think I’d get any in focus. But no-fucking-way did I care either. But also, neither was I taking a chance on not doing it right and having tomorrow’s ante upped to 200.

Did I mention that it hurt?

The removal – SUCKED!!

They look like the Bride of Frankenstein’s tits! tee hee

I will not tempt fate again. I will not tell anyone else to do something I don’t want to do. I will not procrastinate the easy tasks when harder ones wait in the wings.

Ah who am I kidding… I will too!

~cunt

Bamboo Bondage

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.”

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 behind was painful, but good painful, pushing climaxes out of me like a perverted Pez dispenser.

The night though.. was long. I was sore and aching, but what kept me from sleep wasn’t the pain I was in so much as the pain I was trying to avoid. I’m a side or belly sleeper normally, neither of which was possible with a bosom full o’ tacks.

I did sleep, of course, but not well and not much. It wasn’t excruciating at all, lying on my back gravity mostly worked in my favor. If I kept perfectly still and didn’t breathe, I could barely feel the tips of the tacks on my breasts. I would doze and then wake as soon as I went to roll over in my sleep.

This morning, Master was chipper, well rested. He noted even before I said anything that I hadn’t moved much through the night. “I may have to do this every night, cunt. You didn’t wake me up one time with all of your tossing and turning!”

I told him he was a funny guy. Har-de-har-har.

He found my crankiness even more amusing.

Getting out of bed was bad. BAD bad. Any change in position that causes things to shift and resettle is bad.

The worst though, was having to go outside. In the midst of a cold snap, the temp was 0F, and -9F with the wind chill (that’s -22C). We all know what happens to nipples when they get cold, yes? That movement while encased in tacks is a right bitch of a thing.

Right at this point, I’m irritated. I’m tired. It’s not a horrific pain but it’s just enough to piss me off. The underside of my breasts where it’s taking the brunt of the tacking feels like raw hamburger. Doing chores all day is going to suck big fat donkey balls. I also don’t think I’ll be taking frequent pictures because lifting the bra up to take the pic and then having to put it back is insanely, ridiculously ouchies. Unless he calls with some specific times to take pics, I’m avoiding that particular task.

And I am NOT going to Curves today. Can you imagine?? Ow.

Soo.. it’s half over already. I don’t expect it to get really, really bad until he comes home. I know he has plans. Not nice plans either. It’s not as bad as I had expected it to be, though I’ve only been up and moving for about 2 and a half hours. I may not think this way later today.

The current state of things:

~cunt

I almost forgot how to do this.

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 buckle down and do it. So I did, and.. meh.. not so bad.

50 total, 25 on each boob, nipple first on and last off.

I snuck in a quick masturbation too (tee hee). That wasn’t part of the ordered task but he didn’t say NOT to, either.

Always with the loopholes. *beams*

T’was a bit more painful coming off than going on, but that’s typical for after-orgasm clamp removal. Kinda ruins that after-orgasm “moment”, don’t it? Bah.

Anyway! Yay! Tasks! I missed them.

~cunt

Ack!

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*

He got himself a handful of it last night though. Yowsers. There’s some potential pain being grown there.

Speaking of last night! Any of you who have ever experienced ovarian cysts will know what I mean when I talk about that deep, internal crampy pain that accompanies ovulation. The kind that makes you feel like you are sitting on a broomstick when you *aren’t* being fucked into next week? Yeah. That was me last night.

So of course I begged to be fucked into next week, cuz.. srsly? That’s some horrifically painful intercourse. And my GOD did it hurt. He took me first on my hands and knees, back arched, ass cocked up, no way at all to ward off the brutal assault… and then on my back, hands on my heels, elbows to the mattress, spread wide and again, not a chance of alleviating the jack-hammer like thrusts.

H-O-L-Y FUCK. Pain. Deep inside pain.

I left a puddle the size of Lake Michigan on the bed (that I had to sleep in of course!). I haven’t come that hard in a LONG LONG time. It is so nice to reconnect with pain again. I’d forgotten how much it enhanced orgasms. I’d forgotten how I feel after, submissive and meek and slightly embarrassed and incredibly, terrifically sated.

I wanna do it again.

~cunt

I’m here!

I almost forgot to do this. That would not have been cool.

I much prefer wooden clothespins to plastic ones. I hate the ridges and sharp edges of the plastic ones. In fact, I believe the last time Master got these particular clothespins out, I instructed Him to throw them away.

Clearly He didn’t listen to me.

See more exciting clothespins pictures back here!

Quickies

Just a real quick picture post because I am one busy little slave girl. No rest for the wicked, right?

Pictures