Almost a year!

The holidays are coming, are they already here?, and I am reflecting un the fact that it's been almost a full year since I dropped the Master bomb on lil' knottygirl. We went from a stagnant marriage where the passion was almost all gone, to a year of intense passion and thoughts of each other more often than not.

What started off as an experiment, has turned into a lifestyle, more or less, with me as the Master as knottygirl as my slave. The bonus was how much she enjoys it. So upon reflection, I couldn't be happier with the turn of events, and we both have worked very hard to get where we are now. I wouldn't say we are 24/7, but we are past the point of session play. Now as a new year approaches and our new anniversary approaches, I'm doing some reflection and thinking of where I want things to go from here.

We have had fun buying many toys and books, reference, outfits, etc. but due to our schedules we haven't had enough time to really utilize them. So we are going to set aside time to read all the books we have ordered, discuss them and learn from the parts we like to enhace our lifestyle.

I mentioned that we are not 24/7. That is not to say that aspects of that are appealing, but I'm not sure if it can fit in. However, we will be pushing things more. She has ammased quite a collection of collars, from her anniversary necklace, to the medievil locking collar to a cute black patent leather dog collar, knottygirl will be required to wear her collar more often for my pleasure and to remind her that she is mine. The calling of my title must also be reinforced. I simply love to hear her calling me Master and Sir.

Bondage is something we both are excited about, an i must admit I have failed in providing her with more of this play, something that will be explored in this coming year. I also am a fan of partial bondage living, with times where my knottygirl will have some form of bondage applied to her and she has to go about her evening with it, be it cuffed wrists in front of her, a corset and heels, shacked ankles or a hobble skirt, she will be my helpless little bound wench that I can abuse anytime I like.

Oh yes, last year is over and this year is looking better and better!

~Sir~

Spotted in the wild: submissive!

A while ago, I sat on a hiring committee and we interviewed a number of applicants for an assistant position. One of the applicants came in and sat before the table of gathered members, placed her hands in her lap and awaited the interview. She was a bit mousy, plain, late twenties early thirties. As the interview started, there was something about her very being, the way she answered questions, the way she held herself. Very small, sub-ordinate, submissive. Could she be one? That thought gathered momentum in my mind as she watched her and asked her questions. Her answers all pointed to a submissive personality, I won’t go into details, but after she left, the other women on the committee had picked up on it too, that she was really subordinate. Afterwards, while we were discussing her potential, the others commented to me that she appeared really nervous when I spoke and questioned her. Like my words were more direct and commanding. I remember wanting to put her at ease during the process, but maybe subliminally after recognizing what she was I took more command of her and she reacted. Interesting. I really didn’t expect myself to react that way. I didn’t expect myself to subliminally take on more dominate role, but apparently I did.

Wedding Anniversary

Our ten year wedding anniversary is coming up in a month. We are finally taking a vacation, it seems like the last vacation we took was the honeymoon!
We had a discussion on whether to bring our M/s relationship with us on the trip, and celebrate our soon tobe one year anniversary of that relationship as well. We both agreed that the two shouldn't mix, so although we will play, we are celebrating our ten years of commitment to each other in marriage, rather than glossing over that accomplishment by mixing that with the new relationship we have discovered.
We are not 24/7, and although I have some idea where I want to take this, a full 24/7 tpe role doesn't interest her, and for now I'm satisfied with more exploration and discovery. Will our wants and needs change in the future? Of course they will, they always have. But for now, we get to celebrate the fact that we've lived together without killing each other for ten whole years!

How are Master's Made?

This thread over on The Slave Register got me to thinking about how I was made, if you can call me a Master. Quite frankly I only care if one person calls me that and that's Knottygirl. But the just of the thread boils down to the fact that from all my reading and searching for material on M/s relationships, there seems to be an exponentially larger sampling of sub/slave writings than Dom/Master writings. So why is that? We could get all stereotypical here and make a generality that subs are more feminine than doms (so not true, but go with me here for the argument), and that feminine’s have a tendency to internalize more, and an outlet to that could be journaling, diary, blogging, etc.
I think the argument that girls write diaries and journals and boys don't is bullshit to a certain point, it's probably more accurate that girls mature faster and actually examine their emotions more than boys do, and that's a reason for a diary.

But does that explain the ratio of M/s writing perspectives?
Not the feminine aspect. That to me is just an example of a possible way of thinking.
I would like to point out that the original poster of this thread was indeed a slave. So a genuine interest in learning what makes the other side tick, is a valid point.
So there's two questions here; What makes a Master? and Why are they not communicating like the slaves are?

Well here's the answer to it.

We're not gonna let you in on our little secret! LOL!

Actually, I can't speak for the others, cause I don't know them, and I'm one of those types that actually doesn’t like to blog, ok, maybe sorta like to blog!
Ok so let's take at least one answer first.
How was I made?
I can't tell you if I'm a true Master, and in some eyes, I am so not a Master, but that's ok, you can make you're own decisions and judgments, I just liked this question and wanted to answer it. Maybe I'll learn something.
I grew up as the youngest "brother" with two older "sisters" and mother and grandmother. I came from a strong personality dominating family, all women mind you, who were smart business women and smart people. I was used to being bossed around and "lead" around in my early years. To me, this wasn't an issue, since it was pretty much for good and was fun. I was never stubborn or headstrong, kinda mellow and went with the flow. In a big family you have to deal with personalities and changes often and with that many dominant family members, it sat and absorbed as much as possible from them on how to treat others outside the family.

It wasn't pretty. They could be brutal and ruthless. And I learned from them. Now it never was sadistic, it was more a force of personality from our perspective. During my teens I found my niche and started to develop a personality myself. Best described as individual, there were moments of peer pressure and bad decisions like everyone else, but after learning form them I moved on.

I made sure to place myself in positions of authority, based a lot on my upbringing from a family that always had to have an advantage. Team sports were not my thing, I was athletic and could compete in every sport, but to me the team dynamic was something I wasn't interested in. I loved to pitch baseball, hit, play football, basketball, etc., but when it came to organized sports, I had none of that. I guess to me, it was a situation where I would only be a "cog in the wheel" rather than the focus.

As I matured, I gained a better foothold of authority in my family feeling more confident in myself and also took advice and opinions from the others. I have always had a deep respect for women, I never had an issue working for or taking orders from one. Growing up with all the women around me, I had a better understanding on what made them tick, laugh, cry, their interests, their concerns. I was comfortable exchanging with women and had a confidence about it.

I don’t really remember when the fascination with bondage came upon me, but I know that the comics and books I read fed that thirst. By age six I would get a special kind of excitement when I would see Betty and Veronica tied up. I checked out kidnapping story books from the school library, and played “rope” games with my friends.

With my long relationship with Knottygirl, we got into kink. At that time, I wanted to be the sub. I wanted to be tied up, spanked, made to submit. We tried, but there was a disconnect for both of us. In my mind, I figured that it was something that although sounded good on paper and fantasy, in reality, it just didn’t live up to the hype my mind had built it up to be. Eventually, the entire toy collection was thrown out.

But the thrill of seeing a bound woman never left me, and with the internet producing more and more material. My interest was renewed. I examined my life, my relationship, and my personality, and came the conclusion that I’m not a sub. I do enjoy the occasional story of a man submitting to a strong woman, but in my mind that really couldn’t be me. I guess what really stopped me from pursuing this until recently is that I always perceived women as human, feeling individuals. I was too gentle with them. I controlled myself and held back. I was the gentleman.

But I found out that Knottygirl responded to rougher play and more domineering instructions from me. Our sex life became interesting for us. We got out of the rut. I knew then and there, that we were responding to my dominate personality, and I made the decision to lay it all on the line, and tell her that that was what I wanted. We agreed to explore that, and haven’t looked back.

Exposed

We managed to move back into the house after some work was done. One of the worst weeks we've had the pleaseure to spend in quite sometime. Living cooped up in a one room hotel for a week with nothing to do, noise and an uncomfortable bed made us miserable and missing our home sweet home. So a friend of mine was gracious to come over and help me with our gigantor matress and afterwards over some beers we got to do some catching up. This is one of my oldest and best friends. There's a confidence between him and us since he's one of the few that has know us from before we got together and has witnessed our relationship since then, so Knottygirl dropped a subtle hint as to why she souldn't help muchy with the move, then looking at my, I nodded to her to elaborate and she told him that she had gotten pierced.

He was surprised and couldn't believe it, and at the urging of me, she showed him. He was so surprised and asked why she had doen it, and with a straight face she responded, "Because Master wanted it." He mumbled ok, not quite sure if she was pulling his leg or not. We dropped a few hints that things have changed, but wisely he didn't prod much. He kept shaking his head muttering that he never expected Knottygirl to do something like that. It was so out of place from how he thought of her. This thrilled her as she takes great delight in blowing our friends minds (MINDS people! not other things! Get your thoughts out of the gutter, SHEESH!).

He mentioned that he has discussed with his girlfriend about her getting a belly piercing to no avail. Now armed with this new information he was going to try to talk to her again about it. He said he was gonna tell her about seeing Knottygirls piercings, he said she would get a kick out of it! Hmmmm, I wonder if Knottygirl will be showing her in person?

We also discussed doig Burningman next year. We have another couple that invited us and I figured with this new invite we might have enough people together that we would feel comfrotable going. Up until now, Knottygirl has had ZERO interest in attending. So I was always faced witht he task of attend by myslef if I really wanted to go. Now she's wrangled invites for us. My how things change. She's also interested in learning Belly dancing. I'm all for it! LOL!

Formality?

Knottygirl is recovering fine from her piercings. She is diligently cleaning them morning and evening. Though she still needs heavy painkillers, thanks to the fact that we keep painkillers from other maladies on hand for times like this, I am enthusiastic about her recovery. Personally I thought I would have to stay away from her for a couple of weeks, but the act of getting them pierced for my pleasure and the looks of lust within my eyes as I examine her constantly hard nipples, has made her reconsider! I'm very happy that she did the deed, but more so, I'm happy that she's happy about doing it.

Things have progressed back into the scene for us lately, culminating with the piercing and it leads me to think as to what happens next? Each Master is different, each sub is as well. I've been happy with the progression this year, we've far surpassed where I thought we would be and although we have been busy, that spark in her eyes when I push her and she replies "Yes, Master" reinforces that she hasn't tired of this.

I've read a fabulous story the past week, called "Tired of being a nice guy" that had me absolutely riveted. The characters came alive and a simple story a couple exploring a new lifestyle turned into an epic page-turner(ok screen-scroller!) that left me still thinking about those characters. The question that has crept into my perverted little head of late is slave accepting ceremony. Call it a collaring ceremony, a marking ceremony, whatever, the question bouncing around in my warped mind is do we want one, what does that imply, do we need one, is it too soon? Ok so multiple questions, but a lot tend to bounce around in my head at any given nano-second of time.

The piercing was a momentous moment. Knottygirl waffled between no interest in getting one to wanting one, to no way was he ever getting one, to if Master wants, etc., etc., etc. With the support of friends she went out and got it. She had her reasons, and I'm glad she did it for herself as well as for me, however I do regret a bit that I wasn't there for her when she did it. In the one sense, this was a step for her to really show her friends that our relationship has changed, they are the only ones who know of our blogs and that she has confided in. They supported her and I think she's gained some strength from that.

It got me to thinking whether the two of us need to celebrate a milestone in this relationship dynamic. On the one hand it would cement the relationship, a kind of "no turning back" type of milestone, a commitment to each other to "own" and "be owned". But haven't we already done that with our wedding vows almost ten years ago? And that's what has me thinking. In a few months we will be celebrating our ten year anniversary. That is a milestone.

Now is that something outside of this D/s scene we are enjoying? Would rolling a collaring ceremony cheapen our wedding anniversary? Would it conflict? Or is it a logical progression of our relationship? To me, we are playing. We use the word slave and Master when we remember and when we are turned on. We also use other terms for each other and treat each other like equals. That's ok. I always told her that this would not be something that I would use to get her to do the dishes and scrub the floors.

So am I a true Master? Is Knottygirl a true slave? Again it’s what we make of it. Your definition of Master is different from mine. I find myself questioning if our use of the term is still acceptable between each other.

There are times where I still wait for her to initiate sex. There are times when I want it but don’t initiate it. Then there are times when I do and she might not be into it, but complies, accepting it by saying “Whatever Master wants, or Master can do as he pleases.” Those are times when she is not too into it, but when I check with her to see if she’s ok or into it, she responds like so. In her mind, has she already made that sacrifice? Am I so dense that I’m questioning “ownership” when she has already given it to me? If that’s the case then perhaps I’m not pushing her as much as she wants, or needs?

There is talk, just talk right now of a more permanent mark on her. We have continued the sharpie art for sometime, with her more than willing to take my mark. The piercings has been the most drastic, and I wonder if she will take a tattoo for me…

So I ask again. Has the ceremony been performed and I just haven’t taken things far enough to push her? Or should a discussion of a ceremony be brought up?

PIERCED!

She did it!
Now I can't touch her for a while...she actually threatened me! LOL!

Piercings

Tonight, Knottygirl is getting her nipples pierced. Or so she says! I asked her why she was getting them pierced. Her answer: "Because she wants to." Good answer. Then she added: "Because Master would like it." Another good answer and both in the appropriate order!

She asked if I required anything else, while she was there. Hmmmmm...
At this point no, but after all the temporary markings on her body I have given her, I think Master's Permanent Mark might happen in the future... we'll see if she wimps out on the piercings!

I did request that when she see's me tonight, that she greets me "properly"!

Bondage Bracelet?

Ok I've read a few stories that have this supposed item given to their slaves called somethng like a bondage bracelet. Basically it's two mathing jewellery bracelets with a little built in device that allows the master to take his slaves arms an join the two bracelets together effectively binding the slaves wrists together. The jewellery should be ornamental looking like a bracelet, not like a gothic cuff with hoops and and clips. However I can't find anyplace online that has something like this.


The closest I found was http://www.eternitycollars.com/steelcart.htm
but they don't actually have a locking mechanism... any ideas? Perhaps I'll have to have them custom made...hmmmm maybe a new market here...

New Mark

Knottygirl has been a bit randy lately. She's sick, I gave her my cold, whereas I recovered before it became a full blown cold, she hasn't. She's pissed at me for that!
So the other day she mentioned that I hadn't marked her lately. I pointed out that she was supposed to be hitting the gym and i hadn't been drawing my marks on her becasue fo the fact that she would be changing and showering in the locker room with others.
Well, the randiness got to me, so after working on my paper, and thinking of her, and brought the sharpies into the room, instructed her to get naked, while I shut off the tv and computer, and had her lay face down on the bed. I proceeded to draw a little shamrock on her back shoulder, my cock stiff and hard just sitting in front of her face as I marked her, she tickled my cock, lightly kissed it then drew it in and gave me a slurping blowjob, while I finished my mark.
I took her afterwards until both of us were exhausted from the heat and lack of air circulation. It's been a long time in coming. No rough stuff, although my cock is a bit too large for her and I went a little too deep once.

Things...

Things have been complicated lately. No play to report, sorry to say. We've had some real life issues todeal with that I'm happy to report are being concluded. The good news is that things are changing for the better, which is rally nice.

I'm fully into school right now and barring winning the lottery I should be busy writting reports, papers and presentation for another year and a half.

I hope we kick things up a bit soon, the loads that have been on our minds have been taken off so perhaps we'll be able to devote some energy to her serving me!

No news

Not much going on right now, very busy.
Work, school, vanilla life. To be continued...

New Mark

Master's Mark

Knottygirl reminded me that her Master's mark had disappeared and that it was time for me to apply a new mark on her. Look closely, I think you can pull out the Knottygirl in there!

PS: This weekend Knottygirl will be giving me another fashion show! She finally received her corset that we ordered so I'm anxious to see her all dolled up. Makeup as well! Time for my slave to kneel before her Master and show him that she's worth his energy and training, and all the toys he has purchsed for her. Master got them because slave promised she would use them, time to put that to the test!

Knottygirl Better

Well she's finally gotten better. She did get bitten by another one of our cats,but no swelling, no infection. Sheesh!
Pains gone and she finally is feeling a little more sexy.
We've been away from it for quite sometime, so it's a bit awkward right now, drugs are still getting worked out of her body and our dynamic isn't quite what it used to be. Don't know if it will ever go back to that, things change, people change, that's the only constant.

I'm very happy she's better, that was scary.

Requirement

Toying with the idea of requiring slave to have Master's mark on her all the time. When it wears off, she will either have to reapply it to her body, or she will have to kneel before me and beg her Master to apply his mark to her...

Not sure yet...

She seems to like pointing out my Mark on her...

Ben Wah

Know anything about Ben Wah Balls?
The thought came to mind today. Maybe slave should wear some around the house. Might be interesting...

I'm starting to feel evil again!

When to be "Just Hubby"

We are not 24/7.
We play when we are in the mood. Sometimes I will drop a word or two and she will pick up on it and get into the role. Sometimes it's the other way around. I've tried to seperate our roles in play with our roles in ... geez I want to say "normal" life, but that's just not right. Vanilla? I'm not a big fan of that word either. Traditional? Hmmm. Nope not that, but you get my meaning. How about Non-Power-Exchange Dynamic. Too long to type but I digress.

So I have tried to not place a burden on everyday tasks like dishes, cooking, general household stuff that needs to get done. I emphasise needs to get done, not needs to get done with a buttplug up her ass and high heels and a slave collar around her neck.

Now she has been broken for a while, so play has not occured. Sex? With the chemistry going on in her body lately that has not been happening. So there has been a little frustration on my part. Partly because I've been backed up, but MOSTLY because of worry and concern over her health. She on the other hand has been tired, cranky, in pain and irritable.

Well she flipped out last night. Cranky, tired, irritable, all she wanted to do was go to sleep. All I wnated form her was to finish folding the last load of laundry she asked me to bring up. After the 5th prompting from me, she jumped up and flipped out screaming and yelling that all she wanted to do was to get to sleep and for me to stop prompting her to fold the clothes.

So should I drop everything, grab her and pull her over my knee and spank her ass red? Boy a part of me really wanted to do that. Grab her by the scruff of her neck and force her to finish up the clothes before letting her go to sleep. But this was exectly the wrong time to try something like that. We were not "playing" that evening. She was not being bratty. She was exhausted, out of it, and irritated. So, silently I folded up and put away my clothes, leaving hers on the bed and left. She needed to get sleep, she needed a husband, she needed no more conflict that evening. I gave it to her.

This morning, she apologized for her behavior. Not as slave, but as wife. She explained why, and I accepted her apology, not as Master but as husband. As a partner living and spending my life with another partner. Could I have "punished" her? Yeah. I didn't. That would feel more like abuse than punishment. Real world issues happen, those don't and shouldn't translate over into play. Even smacking her ass this morning was not an option for me. I was still a bit rankled by her actions, even though I understood it and accepted her apology, my ego still was smarting. Laying hands on her in an aggressive way would be feeding the wrong emotions. I would be doing things for the wrong reasons. So vanilla happened instead.

Maid Service

Maid:
I was raised by a strict familly that forced me to wash and clean, both rooms and dishes and laundry.
By the age of twelve I started doing my own laundry never to be doted on again.

I have a discerning eye and you will not be able to take shortcuts in your cleaning in my house. The dishes will be inspected, the corners of the floors will be scrutinized, the baseboards will be checked for dust, and the inside window sills will be checked.
I like to set my cleaner to a time limit for each task.
If it were you, I would instruct you to work on vacumming the living room floor, perhaps in only your panties, or a maids uniform, but you would be given 6 minutes to complete that task, before moving on to the next.
When done I will examine your finished task, while I have you stand in the corner, eyes down, showing the proper respect to the Master of the House, and will either reward you for a task done well, or punish you for missing a spot. Then we would move on to the next task.

Everything has it's place and I will expect you to learn them in short order. All beds must be made each morning, and all clothing picked up off the floor, sorted and organized for laundry. We have more clothes that we do drawers for all of them so it is your task to think creatively and come up with a solution so that I do not see clothing laying around.

Once I am comfortable with your ability to keep My House clean I will start to add more responsibilities to your workload. Intimate tasks will be rewarded to you as you earn them. At first you will be honored with greeting your Master every evening when I arrive home at the front door, kneeling, and ready to kiss my shoes and beg to undress your Master from his work suit, taking loving care to hang up his garments in the closet, and launder any soiled clothing he might have. After that is done you will ask permission from Master if you might ask to undress Knottygirl and putt her work attire away. When the level of trust has been earned, other rewards will come. Bathing me will be warm, wet, soft and soothing.

Play time comes when I want it. Sometimes I will torture you by taking Knottygirl, while you are tied, hand and foot, kneeling in the corner unable to speak, unable to move, only forced to watch and ponder why I torture you this way. The reason of course is because I choose to. You are to of course, accept this. I will bring you into the bed with Knottygirl on occassion to have you serve me alongside Knottygirl. There will be times when I will focus on you, not Knottygirl, and play your body like a fine tuned instrument, giving you pain as well as pleasure.

Knottygirl, will hold a station higher than you in the household. Although she is my slave, she is given permission to be your Mistress as well. She too will task you with jobs and services that you are expected to perform.

So? Do you think you are up to the task?

Status: Improving

Slave is improving. The infection is gone although there is still quite a bit of pain in her arm. 6th doctor finally told us that due to the infection and swelling the pressure has inflamed her nerve. So no damage just minor rehab and plenty of massages. She's on the way to being pain free! Till the spankings resume!!!

Can't wait!

All those out there with cats; if you get bitten, go to the doctor, it's very fucking serious!

Prognosis? Better...

She's getting better.
Called me Master for the first time in over a week.
Course she's going stir crazy having to stay home and can't play video games or anything.
I've been frustrated, randy, man-handled her a little last night just to feel her again. She is very weak right now and in quite a lot of pain but was starting to become a bit bratty so I had to put my foot down on a few things. She pouted a bit but agreed to my rules. It's for the best right now, as I'm very concerned about this infection. I'm not sleeping well, and with the time change and school and work things are piling on quickly. I have class in a few minutes and am already looking forward to tomorrow night when it's the weekend and I can get some sleep, between the nursing of her.
Good thing is if I'm too rough with her during a future scene, she's got some good hardcore painkillers to ease the sting of her spankings!!!! LOL!

Ok sleepy now, time for class!
BTW. There still are some tasks posted that have not been done by her. So no pictures or updates on the status of those. She's gotta get better first before that can even be addressed.

Cat Scratch Fever

Due to a cat bite, she is on anti-biotics, tetnous shot, Motrin and Vicodin. Me? The doctors prescribe Tylenol. Her? Vicodin. Jealous? Naaaaawwwww, not me!

It's scary right now.
We're sure she'll pull through, but she's in a lot of pain, not the good kind neither.

??????????

Dunno what's going on.
Schoolwork has cranked up.
Work is getting busy.
Personal life? A wiiiiide mix of emotions on both ends.
A scene went wrong. We both were frustrated.
It took me a while to get my thoughts about it settled. Guys just can't put words into emotions unless it's:
Angry
Funny
Afraid
other then that, if we are feeling something else we have not fucking idea what it is. Words don't come to us unless it's one of those three above. So All you women out there, when you ask us what we're feeling, give us sometime, we have to figure it out ourselves first before we can even begin to figure out the words to tell you.

So I forced a scene. She wasn't into it, and I got her vibe and knew she wasn't into it. Now as we had been playing this Master/slave thing, she has dropped hints lately of me just taking her even if she is not into it. "What the Master wants, the Master takes..."
Well it's not like we have not been all over each other, that morning I left for work late because she couldn't keep her hands off her Master.
SO that evening, I plan an elaborate scene.
Tooooooooooooooooooo Elaborate.
It just didn't go well.
I stopped and then tried to figure out why.
Again, ladies this is where guys are inept. I ackowledge that women are Far Far superior to me when it comes to wrestling with your feelings.
I couldn't tell her what's wrong. Only thing she knew was that she was being a good slave and complying with everything that I was doing to her.
Her reward?

A sore bottom, a frustrated husband, and an awkward moment that culminated in neither of them comming close to pleasure.

Hmmmm. If you were observant you might have noticed the references/names I've called myself and her. What's missing?

Yeah break time. What next?

??????????????????????????????????????????????
Still trying to find words....

FUCK

Forcing a scene does not fucking work.

Shoes

I like high heels.
Knottygirl got some but those are a little extreme.
Like break your ankle extreme.
Like NO steps, no way extreme.
Fantasy? I want her wearing heels at home.
Reality? I want her wearing heels when we play and it's called for. Heels that she will not break her ankle or neck in.
Concession? Knottygirl, get yourself some pumps or heels with some sort of a heel, 2-3 inch, something that you can wear a bit more often. On the rare occasions when we go out, yeah I know rare rare rare. I would liek it if you were dressed up and wearing some heels. Now I know they can be painful, so I thought you could get a pair that you could wear around the house a little more often to get used to them. The plus side to this is that you are closer to my lips so the kisses will come so much easier and more often! (Bribery! Get's them all the time! lol!)
Then if you are more used to them, going out in them won't be as big a chore as it currently is.
They don't have to be fuck-me pumps, just something you know I would like. Work your way up!
I think it would go well with the new you, the new you that wears makeup! All feminine and sexy! Yeah!

Sharpie time!

Knottygirl.
I desire more art from you.
Somewhere on your body you will write something that you wish me to do to your body in Sharpie ink.
Your choice of location, your choice of words.
Could be "kiss the back of my neck" written under your breast.
Could be "Shave/trim my pussy" on your ...
Could be "Tie me up and tease me" on your ...
I'll leave it up to you.

Master

Really, surprised? Really? She still does!

Knottygirl surprised me this week. The subject of another woman.
Theoretically. Theoretically. Theoretically speaking of course. The subject came up. Hmmmmm. How did it come up? I have no idea… really! Truly!.

Nevertheless the subject came up. Possible scenarios were discussed. Perhaps a live in maid type…another sub…a surrogate when Knottygirl is broken, or when she can’t take anymore, LOL!

Actually, as the evening went on, Knottygirl seemed more keen than I. I bring new things up tentatively. We are still new to this and one of the things I love the most about Knottygirl is that she still tends to surprise me. It’s delightful! Many a time my sides have hurt from laughter from something funny coming from her that was so unexpected. Ummm this entire play has had my mind reeling because I didn’t see her committing like she has. So as the subject was brought up and discussed, she jumped right in and started contributing to possible scenarios that might happen. I tend to float stuff out and see if they get a reaction from her. Some do, I dirty talked her and called her “slut”, and that caused a reaction, not good! And other times she reacts positively to something.

So here was an issue I thought would be shot down before I finished my sentence. No she’s enough for me to handle. I’m proud to say there has been no cheating, no playing, no looking, no chatting, so it’s not like I was saying “Hey, I want to have sex with other women, deal with it.” Or “Hey, I’m not satisfied with you so let’s bring someone else into the equation.”

So when she didn’t shoot this down, she surprised me yet again. “Really?” I kept asking her. “Are you sure?” I sounded like a broken record. I sounded a bit like a pussy. Fuck I don’t know, I just was really surprised at how she seemed to be getting off on the idea. Now for me, I’m not at that point where another man can come into the equation. Yes yes yes, HYPOCRITE. Whatever. I’m being honest. I don’t think I can handle another man being intimate with Knottygirl. Strike that, I KNOW I can’t handle that right now.

So where does that leave things? She continues to surprise me. We had a good time playing the scenarios over in our head. And who knows, maybe after she get’s her nipples pierced, that will happen! Just a reminder, she still has nipple piercing set in her fantasy zone, not reality zone!!!!!

Broken and where did i leave the warranty...?

Knottygirl is el-broko. It's week two of slave's rundown body, after suffering from a severe sinus infection where the fucking doctors refused to see her for three days, she's now on antibiotics and some serious pain killers. Plus other woman stuff made play time crawl back into the chest to not be heard from since.

It's cool. I've switched back into caring nurturing hubby while she tries to get better. I do miss it though, but now is not the time to be ordering her around and spanking her toxic ass! The recent months of our play has made me discover that going back to vanilla is really not an option. I miss the intimacy, I miss her. I miss taking her. I miss all of her. I miss being Master!

So get well my little Knottygirl! We have to make up for time lost!

Piercings

slave has taken an interest in nipple piercings. She could tell that this excited me, which is odd, since I've never really been turned on by nipple piercings or tattoos...

I think I might have mentioned something about nipple piercings off the cuff early in our play. She didn't say anything at that point, but as time has gone on she has been the one to bring it up over and over again. Surprised? Yes!

I think we hit a new level when I broke out the Sharpie and had her mark herself with her appointed name: Knottygirl. After that, she really took off with the concept of Master/slave.

I'm being as supportive as I can. Ultimately, although I am her Master, this is a decision she has to make. She has very sensitive nipples, so much so that I just can't give them the amount of attention I would like. Having them pierced will most likely not only hurt like hell for her, but will take them out of commission maybe almost permanently. That is a fear we both share.

Surprisingly she has warmed to the ideal, first it was a fantasy with no chance of reality, but over the course of weeks, she has taken steps closer to fulfilling it. I am quiet surprised.

She feels a variety of feelings about getting this done.
1. She wants to serve Master and Master finds this sexy
2. She finds this sexy
3. She likes the look
4. She's afraid of being discovered with the piercings
5. Will discovery bring two personalities crashing together for some friend or business relation that she's unprepared to reveal this to?
6. Who cares? My body, none of anyones, except Master's, fucking business
7. It's gonna fucking hurt
8. It's gonna fucking hurt like hell
9. Master wants this
10. I do what Master wants (within limits!)
11. Is this within or past my limit?

This might still turn out to be a fantasy, however at the rate she's travelling, in 2 months she could be recovering from the piercings, and I could be shopping for little baby bells or chains to hang from her nipple rings!

She must know that her nipples will be played with more after the piercings... She must realize that they will be sensitive not just for pleasure, but for pain. Does she know that pain will be part of her pleasure? I think she knows that her pain is part of my pleasure, now does she realize that those piercings will be used by her Master as HE SEES FIT?

Photoshop, god i love it! We mocked up what she would look like:

Story: Movie Theater

Will anyone see it? She stroked her wrists under her heavy black jacket. Searching with her fingers for the ring attached to the leather cuffs around her wrists. Matching leather bondage cuffs, hidden to the vanilla public strapped and locked with tiny brass padlocks around her wrists, put on by her Master as they dressed to go see a movie. She had objected at first, someone might see, she had whined. A look from him, the stern blue eyes piercing through her, and she quieted down. Head lowered, she extended her left arm for him to lock the cuff on, soon to be followed by her right.

He allowed her to wear the baggy jacket. Her arms too short, the sleeves of the jacket dropped past her extended fingertips, hiding the threat of discovery. Or was it thrill? A little twist within her stomach and chest gave her pause. Was that a stirring in her crotch when she thought of some unknown stranger seeing her jacket sleeve slide up her arm and reveal the bondage that she was in? What would they think? What would she say? She is far from being a punk rocker. The cuffs didn’t match her look, or her outfit. Would the stranger scream out for everyone around to look? A hundred faces and eyes staring at her, the bound kinky slut with leather cuffs on?

Or would he quietly smile. A “knowing” smile, directed only to her. He would know! He would know that she likes to be bound. To be dominated. To submit. That moment would seem like eternity to her. Till Master would pull her back into his arms, his protection, his command. Was that it? Was that making her pussy wet and tingly?

They had made it into the theater with no discovery. Thank goodness movie theaters don’t have metal detectors! She thought. During the ride to the theater she had to be careful to not let her arm rest on the window sill. The chance of the sleeve riding up and another driver in traffic seeing would have been thrilling, no wait embarrassing. She was a bit mixed up.

Master chose the seats, towards the back, but not the last row. The movie was popular and was almost full. A few seats down sat another couple, divided by three chairs, was that space enough to stay outside the corner of their eyes? She couldn’t be sure. She rested her arms on the armrests, the sleeves again overhanging her hands. Covering them. Master had purchased a drink and popcorn. She quickly grabbed a handful after she gave as casual a glance around as she could to see if anyone was watching. To see if everyone was watching.

This wouldn’t be so bad, she thought. Soon it would be dark in the theater and everyone’s attention would be on the screen. She could feel the cuffs on her wrists and knew that no matter how good the movie was, she would not forget them while they were still locked on her.

Master smiled and looked into her eyes. I can do this, she thought. She felt a bit more comfortable. There was no neon sign above her head blinking “Kinky Bondage Queen”. She would not be discovered. At that moment she felt a little disappointed. The jacket sleeves were doing too good of a job hiding her cuffs. If she was careful and didn’t get to hot that she would have to take the jacket off, she would be safe. Safe. Kind of rang like vanilla.

Master could read her face. He could read her thought process. He could read her very being. He must be able to do that, because at that very moment when she realized that this was going to be safe and vanilla, he pulled out a double clip, smiled and took her wrists. Pulling up her sleeves so that the rings on her cuffs were exposed, he clipped the wrists together with the double clip. Forcing her hands together into bondage. She had limited movement now. Her wrists stuck at three inches apart. She would not be able to use the armrests. Her hands would have to rest in her lap. “Popcorn?” he asked. She raised both hands now to get some and to her shock, she realized that the sleeves of her jacket could now not conceal the cuffs because of the steel double clip that kept the sleeves from going halfway past the cuffs. By raising her arms to get the popcorn she had placed the cuffs in plain sight of everyone in the theater if they were looking her way. Her face flushed as she quickly lowered her hands back into her lap. She shook her head no, as Master, amused with himself and with a hint of glee in his eyes said, “Popcorn. I bought the big bucket for both of us, now you eat your fair share.” This wasn’t an offer. This was a command. Her heart sank. Her stomach twisted. Her crotch tingled. She was not going to get through this undiscovered.

Just then the lights faded down and the previews flickered on. Master still held out the popcorn bucket. She awkwardly twisted her arms over the lid, of course he didn’t lower it, so she had to reach up, and pulled a handful of popcorn out and proceeded to feed herself with both hands. She cast nervous glances around her to see if anyone was looking. All eyes, that she could tell, were on the screen. She would have to repeat that all through the movie till the popcorn bucket was empty. Underneath the flushed red face, the embarrassment, the anger of Master making her do this, he heart pounded for a different reason. Her pussy moistened as the thrill of it took over. He thoughts now focused on what would happen after the movie was over. Would he free her? Allow her to hide her wrists under the baggy sleeves of her jacket again? Or would he make her walk out of the theater with the crowd, wrists clipped together, bound, in bondage, for anyone to see and discover? The only thing she knew for sure was that when they got home, Master would have a tough time going to sleep that night. Bed yes. Sleep? Not a chance!

Bondage

slave finally intimated to me how much she likes bondage. How it makes her feel. That day at work I creamed my pants. Thinking about everything that's been going on, it's been tough to work. After a trip to the bathroom, a quick shake, I zipped up my pants and headed back to my office. My urine burned a little, get's that way when semen backs up into my bladder. Drink some more water and piss the rest of it out and it will pass, I told myself. Back to work and the occasional NAUGHTY chat with slave, I noticed while a co-worker was in my office discussing something, that my lap has white spots all over it. Like I open up an exploding bottle of liquid paper. SHIT!
I tried to be nonchalant about it, crossed my legs the opposite direction. Don't know how many people nopticed, but as soon as she left, the water and kleenex came out, then when that didn't work, the windex and towels came out! SHEESH! The little bondage slave was making me mess my pants!
Got paid and decided that if she likes bondage so much, time to get her something new. I LOVE BONDAGE. But a problem with it right now is that it's time consuming and complicated. She's not very limber so positions during a time span can be really difficult. I've been toying with the idea of some wirst cuffs to make it easier to put her in bondage. Hearing her wnat to do it more often gave me the idea.
I told her we were going to GV that evening after work.
I was looking for something that would be comfortable on her wrists that she could wear for a longer period of time. I find the collar, brand, tatoo, marking of a slave erotic. My thought is to get slave to wear comfortable wrist cuffs when she's feeling subbie and I'm in a playful mood(which has been almost all the time lately!!!) I wanted to get a clip that I could at any moment clip her wrists together, effectively tying her up. With her running around the house with the cuffs on, there would be a constant reminder of what her staus was and that at any moment, her Master, her Owner could take the freedom of her hands away from her, perhaps to molest her while she was at his mercy, or perhaps to allow her to continue to do whatever is was that she was doing before, only know her freedom of movement was restricted.

That idea kept me hard the entire day.
At GV we wound up picking a little ensemble set of cuffs, blindfold, flogger and feather tickler. slave tried to sneak in two (2!!!!!!) different vibrators into the purchase. She moaned that her current one was "too big" for her. I allowed her one. It's smaller than me, which makes me feel a bit more secure over that large monster at home, but forced her to choose between the two. I'm willing to purchase toys and clothing for slave, but my rule is that they have to be used. So far the monster was used one and a hlf times and has staying in the box gathering dust. Meh! Maybe I'll use it! LOL!

Bummer part.
Vibrator doesn't work so we have to go back and return it.
slave is broken. I broke her thsi past weekend with all the play so she is in NO mood to play. She tolerated the cuffs for about ten minutes, but that was it. She's going out tonight and asked permission to go out with her friends. We got into a "discussion" because I wanted her to pay a price for going out with her friends. I wanted her to wear something from the toy box. We would choose together. My idea was the cuffs, maybe on her ankles under her socks. She at first conceeded a thong, but due to soreness called that off. She called "Onions" on the cuffs and thought I was going too far on all this. It's one thing together, but when she's out with friends, it's a different matter. We discussed it as rationally as we could, there are emotions, from both sides, and I understand her reasoning.

So she's going out tonight with "normal" gear. No scandalous things hidden away to remind her of the current play we've been doing. I'm fine with that.

Muscles ache too tired to type! part 3

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Muscles ache too tired to type! part 2

After a short break, I wanted my fantasy damnit!
"Slave! In the shower! Clean up and get dressed up. Choose an outfit, we're doing a photoshot.Make sure you wear your heels!"
I had given her the choice as to which shoes to purchase. I don't think she realized how tall the 5 inch pumps really were. They have sat in their original box, unpacked for long enough. Ihave made it clear that anything we purchase, has to be used. The heels were collecting dust no longer!
I joined her in the shower, lovingly lathering her body and scrubbing it clean, the naughty parts as well. She returned the favor paying particular attention to my cock and balls(half a bottle of soap!!!). Now that they were clean, she had no more excuse to not worship them lovingly. With the hot water running over us, she bent down and took my purple hard shaft into her mouth and paid it the respect it had missed. I pulled her up and deeply kissed her, the water running over us, between us, through us. Our slickend bodies doing a rain dance of love.

We have a hotwater-on-demand heater and this was one of the times we appreciated the fact that the hot water would never run out.

After the shower, slave went about getting ready for her photoshoot. I pulled on a lycra outfit; short shorts and a skin tight shirt, all in black to show her the effort and respect I had for her getting dressed and made up. I then set up the camera and waited for my subject.

She looked good. Red corset bustier, garter belt and stockings(yay!) and I had to help her into the pumps. They were tall. TALL! Happily I was still taller than her, but she felt good being able to almost look me square in the eyes. Some Masters require that their slaves never look them in the eye, no eye contact. Why? I have no idea. I love looking into slaves eyes. Her heavy lids after a good fucking are so sultry as her eyes drift off to a place of fulfillment. I love to look deep into her eyes as I order her. It's all in the eyes. The love, the horniness, the hunger, the submission. Within those eyes I see her tell herself: "I'm doing this because i love him... I'm doing this because he wants this...I'm doing this because it's sexy...I'm doing this because I want to...I need to..." That to me is the sexiest thing. I love to watch that in her eyes. And she needs to see within my eyes: "I love you...I want you to do this...You WILL do this...You are so sexy to me...We are so lucky...I love you..."

I had her model, we took lots of pictures. She was wet and ready. I allowed her out of the heels, really she was sure to snap an ankel in them. Slave, maybe you should work up to 5 inch heels! Now it was MASTER's TURN TO CUM...

Muscles ache too tired to type! part 1

Pant Pant Pant! Wait...let...me...catch...my...breath...
More than a weekend of play resulted in an explosion that our bodies are still trying to recover from. Fucked to Death? I believe that that can happen!

We delayed play till sunday. She was up to play, but not up to sex, so I decided to role play a bit and dominate her up to the point of actual sex all weekend long. I could have taken her at any point during the weekend, but decided not to. Let's say I gave her a reprieve, because she's known all week that slave was to dress up in one of her outfits that we bought and I would take pictures of her. She had to go all the way, stockings and garter(of course!) heels, and the corset. Most importantly makeup. I wanted my slave to look hot and slutty. I used to hate make up. I didn't want to kiss chemicals, I wanted flesh. But my tastes have changed a little. Slave looks good enough to not have to wear makeup, but I like her to get feminine for me. Makeup is an aspect of femininity that is neeed to complete the package. So a few weeks ago we spent an hour at the store as slave tried to figure out what type of makeup she needed for Master. She'd been out of touch with the makeup thing for a long time!

My plan for the "photo shoot" was going to take some time. I was not going to be rushed, so as the days passed by, I was content with teasing my little Knottygirl, giving her a playful spanking, and just keeping her interested but not satisfied till the right amount of time became available.

By sunday morning, slave couldn't take it anymore. She was so frustrated and turned on that she awoke early and rather than let me sleep in, she tempted fate and my wrath by making me my coffee and serving me in bed. With a bowed head an dbody she lovingly presented my coffee to me. The coffee was good as I invited her to sit on the bed next to me while I sipped it. She was very sub. And horny. My slave was acting the little frustrated slut. Eager for my touch, my kiss, but hungry for my cock.

I took her. It was a blurr. I reminded her of the one rule: Ask permission to cum. Upon reflection, I think I will stop reminding her. If she hasn't remembered this rule by now, then the next time she breaks it I'm going to whip her hide. See if she forgets to ask after that! (Slave take note!)
Just as we finished, the doorbell rang. The telephone repair man then spent the next 5 hours running a new line to the house, while slave, who still hadn't come down from the mornings fucking, stewed in her juices hoping that the repairman would finish soon so she could get at Masters wonderful cock underneath the tight jeans he was wearing, with no underwear. A quick illicite grab and passionate kiss each time Master came inside, kept her fires stoked.

Just as the repairman was on his last task, I looked sternly at slave and ordered her to pick something out of her toy chest and to be wearing it before he was done. I would then check and then take her. well she ate her pizza and managed to slide on a nice red thong on just as the repairman finished up. Actually I gave her a few moments more, knowing that she had decided to eat then put the item on. I was a bit disappointed by this, because the whoel intention of oredering her to get into something was so that she would have her mind on it and feel it while she eagerly awaited the repairman to finish. Getting it on just as I was closing the garagedoor and coming up the stairs cheated her out of the experience that I had intended for her. Semantics! She had done what I had ordered her to do, so after checking her thong, I ravaged slave again. Sha came even harder this time as she begged for release and I had her wait for a few moments more. Biting her lower lip she struggled to control the wave, then exploded when I allowed her to orgasm.

But that was only the beginning! MASTER HAD NOT CUM YET..................

Good Morning!

Yesterday morning I was awakened early by Knottygirl. She wanted to get moving early to get coffee before work. Grudgingly I opened my eyes and worked on trying to bring them into focus for the next 5 minutes. We hadn't played for a while (Hello! Like a month!!!!) and she was finally feeling up to some attention. It started out snuggling, honestly, but quickly evolved into playtime. Next thing I know, she's thrusting her ass back into me begging for permission to cum.

We didn't make it to coffee!

Driving home that evening we reflected on the play. The best way to describe my actions is "Angry Frustrated". There was a passion that definately came out of the frustration of not taking my slave for the last month. I wasn't mean, or angry, but that aspect of my personality fueled my passion. Always mindful of the amount of pleasure and pain I give her, I allowed that passion and energy to work for me in the way I held her, rubbed her, kissed her, smacked her ass while thrusting into her and taking her. She noticed too, and confirmed that she had enjoyed it. The wetness of her thighs afterwards, had proved that to me earlier but it's always good to check in.

We tried to continue where we left off from the morning, but schedules determined that that was not to be. However I have had a few ideas for this weekend and informed her of what I desired of my slave. "Yes Master!" was her excited reply.

What kinky fantasies?

Slave.
What kinky fantasies do you have?

You tell me, and I'll tell you another of mine!

She misses me

School started. I'm back in a classroom for the first time in 10 years. I looked at my calendar and realized I will be in that classroom til summer 2008. Can i really do this? Will everyone discover I don't deserver to be here? When will they find out I'm an idiot?
Well so far so good, no one has discovered me yet!
But there is a lot of work piling up already. I've already spent this week reading, then I didn't get to see Knottygirl at all yesterday. This morning she woke me up with toast and orange juice, served in bed. We cuddled, and she kept saying that she missed me.

I miss her too. We've been busy, bodies have been unwell, schedules chaotic, more work loads, we haven't had a chance to connect. I get the feeling that she wants to play this weekend. I think perhaps we'll do a fashion shoot. I want her all made up and posable. My little bendy girl. She needs to feel pretty. I want her to feel pretty.

I can at least promise to make her feel loved.

It's a wierd transition to play. Is a it a switch to flick on suddenly? A tease and slow build up? i know she likes the attention, the imagination. But I don't know if she loves the kink. I think she does, but does she need the kink? I don't think she does yet.

I can wallow in self pity, not many know about it, cause it's one of many conversations that stays between myself in my head. So I can complicate matters pretty quickly within myself. I'm trying not to here. I've been reading other blogs, there tends to be quite a lot from the subs perspective. I am getting some insight into their thought process. Seems that true subs crave, want, need the play. I hesitate. It certainly is thrilling to think of Knottygirl becoming like that. But it scares me too. Two places at once. I can't have both can I? Shit.

Yeah I'm a wishy-washy Dom. Fuck.
I miss her too.

Guests over

Last night we had some very good friends over for dinner and a movie. Slave came out of the bedroom with makeup on, first time in a few years. She looked good. She then proceeded to kiss me to try and get her lipstick all over my lips. Satisfied with the result, she went about getting dinner ready for our friends.

Discovering we were out of Brownie mix, she sent me off to the grocery store to pick up some last minute supplies. As I was leaving, I looked at her and said, "I want something before I go."
She smiled and started to raise her shirt.
I shook my head.
She turned around and went to lower her jeans to show me her markings.
No not that.
We went into the bedroom, where she then tried to take her clothes off.
No.
"With your makeup on and lipstick, I wanna see that mouth wrapped around my cock."
She smiled and dropped to her knees while I dropped my trousers.
Pornstar moment! We didn't have time to finish so I left to get the brownies with a set of blueballs.
The dinner went off well. At one point I brought out our little toy chest, paraded it in front of our friends, to the shock, horror and concern of my slave, only to place it on the floor to be used as a laptop stand.
She did call me master once while they were over. I told her to take her plate of chicken, with perhaps a bit of the Master voice. She immeadiatley switched into slave mode, and it rolled out. We're not sure if they noticed!

Sharpie's

Knottygirl mentioned going to the Arts and Crafts store to try and look for some stencils and some skin based markers to draw on her. Well we found nothing there, unless you count a butterfly pattern, which was pretty lame and out of tone with our play. We did double check that Sharpie's are non-toxic!

Today I showered her some pics I found of a little punk slave girl whose master had written all over her body. She had piercings and a leash as well. The writting was a bit crude with some "fuck" and "slut" all over her, which Knottygirl didn't seem to interested in, but as she was leaning over my desk checking out the pictures, she wiggled her ass in my face and asked Master if he would like to draw on slave's ass. I accepted!

I appologised to slave for not being a good master lately, work has been busy for both of us, so I sepnt the afternoon, paying attention to slave and her ass. She misses her spankings!

Spanked!

Kottygirl's roughest spanking yet!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Things have been busy, work wise for us. I do want to wish my special knottygirl a very Happy Valentine's Day. I'm at work thinking of her!

The way to wake up

This morning, right at 7:00am, I felt the presence of the misses. The night before, on the ride home, she really pushed my buttons. She kept messing with me, and I tried to stay calm and give her some warnings. HA! She just laughed and kept messing with me.
"Oh! So Scared!" she mocked.
Started calling me a pussy.
It was all fun, throughout our lives together we have messed with each other. This time, though I wasn't quite sure how to react. I realized that she was being playful, and I kinda didn't feel to dominant at that moment, so my threats of giving her a spanking rang hollow in my voice.
At a certain point, when she wouldn't stop I felt angry. Dangerous angry. Really, really pissed off. When that happens I get quiet.
She sensed my mood change and stopped messing with me, and asked me if i was ok. I really didn't answer. I wasn't ok, or at least let me say, I didn't know what I felt.
Women get frustrated with men because we don't tell them how we feel.
NEWSFLASH: A lot of times we don't know how the fuck we feel!
I had a mixture of emotions, mostly rage, but I had no real idea where that rage was coming from. I go silent, when I get angry, because I know that when I'm in a mood, I can say some pretty hurtful things. Strike that, I can be very fucking viscious, coldhearted, cruel and vindictive. Any weakness a person has shown over the ENTIRE time I have known them can and has been brought back into their faces when I strike out verbally.
The result: crushing, devestating, humiliating, and sometimes irrepairable.
So I stay quiet.
So why was I pissed?
Well I thought because she was ignoring me as her master and acting uppity and bratty. But truth be told, I didn't mind her play. Certainly it wasn't outrageous enough to warrant the anger I had.

We came home, it was quiet.
I went to change out of my work clothes she went to the bedroom and did the same.
Moments later she came to me dressed only in a black string thong.
So the anger subsided.
We went back to the bedroom , where she presented her ass for punishment.
This time I warmed her cheeks. Wehn done I had to take a picture of her reddened ass (first time!).

I told her afterwards that I had a mix of emotions, I didn't know how to react to her teasing in the car. We hugged, settled the issue.

7:00am this morning I opened my eyes to Knottygirl kneeling beside me on the floor.
"Good morning, Master!" she said and kissed me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, eyes barely able to focus.
"Serving Master! It's 7:00, and you ordered me to be kneeling next to you when you wake up!"
I kissed her again, my cock hardening. A conflict of logic. Last night she gave off a stuborn vibe, this morning, she's serving Master with a smile on her face and a warm wetness growing in her.

I told her to get up. She did and kissed me and then disappeared out of the room, leaving me to awaken and get my eyes in focus.
Next thing I know, slave brings into the bedroom to me and plate and cup. Toast cut up into tiny sailboats and a fresh class of Tangerine juice. She served me breakfast, and after handing me the plate, sank back down to the floor on her knees.

A bit in shock, I thanked slave. Then I asked her to join me in bed, where I proceeded to hand feed her between my own bits of the toast.
Each swallow was followed by a "Thank you Master!" from her.
The tv stayed off, the remote cold and lonely as we ate in the morning solitude.

The entire time my cock was pitching a tent under the blanket.
After we ate, she cleared the dishes at my request and I then told her to hurry up get ready for work so that I could buy her a cup of coffee without us being late. Before she got dressed I had to have a little attention paid to my cock, he was hard as steel and would not allow me to get my pants on until he had some loving attention of his own.
She kissed him, then sensing that I was looking for more than a kiss, changed positions and offered her warm pussy to me. I clambored on top of her and slowly worked my monster into her.
My bladder was full and it was too long before the pressure of the thrusting was too much to handle. I pulled out and on a spur of the moment decided to reward my little slave for her behavior this morning.
Dropping down to her crotch I gently flicked my tongue over her lips and found her clit. Her body tensed in a good way, she generally doesn't like clit stimulation, again too sensitive like her nipples, but I was determined to be gentle on her and get her blood pumping this morning.
Grabbing on hand and using my other to slip under her and tightly clench her ass cheek, I worked away on her. Between juicy breaths I reminded slave of the rule; she needed to ask for permission to cum.
"What's the rule?" I asked.
"I have to..."
"What is it?"
She moaned again. "I have to..."
She was lost, she knew what the rule was but couldn't wrap her mind around verbalizing it. I went easy on her and didn't force her to tell me.
"You have to ask permission!" I finished.
"Yes..." was all she managed to get out.
Soon she moaned out, "Oh Master...can I cum????"
Her body was sprung tight, all her muscles clentched.
"Cum for me slave!" I ordered, as I continued to work her clit.
She exploded.
I crawled back ontop of her, inserted my still hard cock in her, and held her as she came down. "That's a good reward for serving me this morning! Might make you want to do that more often!"
She smiled.
We looked at the clock and realized, that not only were we going to be late, but that I wasn't going to be buying her a coffee this morning!

Updates

We've settled into a rythm of late. Being busy with some socializing, had someone over for the evening last night, as well as work and sickness, we haven't played much. Kottygirls ass is still a prime target for me, and this morning she gave back to me in the form of a few swats from her hand. I decided to let her get away with it, she was more playful than bratty, seeing that the evening before, she tried to spank me and wound up stinging her hand instead, then she had to endure a spanking of her own. Her ass and hand stung afterwards so I think she is a bit hesitant to try that again!

We axiously awaiting some orders to arrive by post. Nothing new has come. We have both become more comfortable in our Master/slave roles. I'm happy to report that I have not once ordered her to wash the dishes! She has been cooking more often, I think subliminally she is trying to take care of her Master a bit more. The attention is greatly appreciated. we had a talk about the little things. I read to her some stories of other couples that share a small little act between them as a symbolic gesture of their play and relationship. One wife has her husband hold her wrist instead of her hand when they go out together. Most people don't notice, but to them it signifies his control over her. Another wife with children sits or kneels beside her husband who is on the couch when they're in the living room. The children are still young so they all gravitate to the floor and do activites that way. We tired the wrist thing, and I missed the intimacy of her hand, our fingers playing with each other and the gentle reminding squeezes we use to comunicate that we're thinking of each other. She agreed and found that the postion was awkward and painful.

Knottygirl did mention that she inquired about belly and nipple piercings from a friend. I'm not sure how serious she is about it, but just thinking about it got me hard. During our last discussion about this, she had quickly followed it up with the cld reality that while thinking about it is sexy and erotic and a turn on, for both of us, actually following through and doing it might not be. In otherwords, think about it, I'll tease you about it, but when it comes down to it, I'm not doing it! Quite frankly, I happy with us even having a conversation like this at this stage. I'm not pushing anything, in fact the nipple rings were her idea. Where ever she wants to take this, I'll support her decisions.

So with another wasted weekend looming ahead, I have to work, and the frustration of slave being sick last weekend, I've been taking care of myself again. Pisses me off. I've been so turned on by her lately that not having her has backed me up a bit too much. But I have to control myself so that we can enjoy Valentine's Day. No plans other than some intimacy. I hate Valentine's Day. A manufactured holiday for stores and restaurants to get some sales.

Blown wad

A new month a new paycheck. We went outfit shopping for Knottygirl.
February has Valentine's Day and here were many sales going on. How Convienent! Kottygirl was on a mission, she had already been behind on her task to get something scandalous for wear under her normal clothes so now that she had the opportunity, she became quite picky in try to find something that she felt comfortable with but that I would find pleasing and sexy. She managed to zero in on some nice lacy thongs. They were sexy and on sale(bonus!) so she purchased a number of those. I eyed a nice red and black corset outfit, and slave went about piecing together the out fit with all the accessories that would fit her size. We wound up going to three stores to get everything, but afterwards we were both satisfied with the booty we had plundered!

We both are getting excited by taking pictures of her. She's becoming my little model, and if it weren't for the fact that the poor doggy was home waiting to be let out, we would have shopped for some make up for her.

I'm not to big into makeup, my slave looks fine wthout it, but every once in a while it would be nice if she got done up, whore it up a bit, girly it up a bit. I would love to she her slick glossed lips wrapped around my cock, with darkened eyes. Plus we need the makeup for the photo session.
But alas, no make up shopping for her that evening. I told her to think about what she would need, colorwise as well as type, so that she could pick everything up at a later date without spending an hour, going, "What do you think?"

We got home and she promptly tried on the outfits. HOT!
Even though she never wore thongs before, she admitted after trying them on that they seemed ok to her. I got terribly turned on seeing her from behind, her jeans dropped a few inches revealing her red lacey thong and her SPANKABLE ass cheecks! Less material, less protection from my hand!

Unfortunatley, she's been under the weather so she was not up to any play this weekend, leaving her Master hard and frustrated. We had a busy weekend going out with friends, and each time we went out, she put on a lacey thong without any prompting by me. She has learned well! She then told me that they felt good, so I'm looking forward to her wearing them on a more regular basis. She agreed with the caveat that we would have to purchase more of them if that was what I wanted, somehow I think she just manipulated me into agreeing to do more clothes shopping for her...

At Work

She wore a skirt to work, and her slinky midnight blue lycra shirt. The one that hugs her body and shapes her curves and feels oh so smooth when grabbing her. All day long we chatted. She was a bit disappointed that the "k" to her brand was rubbing off with wear from her little shorts unde her skirt. The rest was open. I got a lot of I w..t you!'s from her.

At 3:30 I messaged to her to go check her mark. Check it NOW! Two mintes later she typed back that it was still intact.
"Where did you check it?"
"Bathroom."
"Were you alone?"
"1 person bathroom."
"Did you pull your skirt up? Or did you pull it down, Knottygirl?"
"Up."
"Such a Knottygirl!"
"I w... you!"
"Tough luck! You have to wait till 5!"
":-("
I picked her up a little early. Driving through the park I swerved the car to the side, threw it in park, turned to her. She glanced around a little unsure as to why we were stopped.
"Show me your Brand slave!"
She smiled. "Yes Master." She pulled her skirt up and showed me the Sharpie drawing of "Knottygirl" that we had fun putting on her last night.
I rubbed it. "Shame that the "K" is rubbing off."
I pulled back out on the street, keeping my hand on her thigh, stroking it.

I asked her about the fake nipple rings that we had played with the night before.
"They're kinda blah." She said.
"I was thinking maybe getting real piercings." she added.
"You mean nipple rings?"
"Well," she backtracked. "I'm not talking body altering just yet..."
I think I knew where she was going with this.
"You mean, you like the idea of having nipple rings as a Fantasy...not just a reality."
"Yeah," she said.
"What do you like about them?"
"They kinda turn me one."
"Oh?" I pressed for more details.
"I think they're sexy."
"What type do you fantasize about? A bar? A hoop?"
"No," she said. "I like the hoops with like a little bell on them."
"A bell?"
"Yeah, the ones last night that had the ball bearing sliding on the hoop were real sexy."
Yeah they were.
"But if I were to wear a one-piece speedo, would they show through?"
"Probably," I said.
I quickly added. "I think you can take them out. How often are you going to go swimming at the gym? Rarely if ever."
"True," she said.
"Besides, it's not like piercings are so outrageous anymore, all the girls have belly piercings, and even that straight laced doctor on 1st season of Survivor had a nipple piercing."
She agreed.
"They're more normal nowadays."
She let that stew in her head for a bit. Something I might look forward to in the future. I did reiterate my standing offer, and I really am not pressing her one way or another for the piercings, this is her idea fully, that if she wanted I would get a nipple pierced as well.
But damn it doesn't make me hard just typing this again!

We got home and I ordered her into the bedroom and to strip and show me her Brand. Licking her pussy I inspected her "Knottygirl". It still looked good. I qucikly worked my kisses up to her and started stroking my cock over her pussy lips.
"You wanna tie me up?" she asked.
I tied her wrists together over her head and took her. We didn't finish, but enjoyed ourselves. We threw on some clothes and proceeded to shop online for some new goodies. She still has to get something scandalous for herself to wear under her regular clothes!

Sharpie!!!!!

After bringing the dog in after work tonight, I came into my office to be confronted with a giggling Knottygirl. "Master has to search for it!" she said.
She had read my task that I had posted a few posts below. She had wasted no time.
I had instructed her to write her name with a permanent ink sharpie marker somewhere on her body. Since it was permanent, she would have to decide where.
I checked her back. Not there. I kissed her neck. She shivered.
I checked her chest, making extra sure that I wasn't missing anything around her breasts. She might have used invisible ink, so I linked her nipples to try and discover her inkwork. Not there!
"Turn around!" I growled. "And bend over!"
I pulled her pants down, slowly inching over her curved cheeks. Left cheek? Nothing. Right cheek? Nothing. SMACK! I gave her a playful swat. She moaned.
I yanked the pants back up.
"Face me slave!" I said.
I then inched her pants down. Her crotch? Nothing.....
I won't tell you where I did find it. The picture is all you need!!!!!!
My cock was hard, as I kissed her strongly. My god I love her! She was excited and so was I. I pulled it out and she hungrily devoured it. After a few minutes, I asked, "Do you want me to fill the name in?"
She nodded. We scampered back to the bedroom where she laid out on the bed as I added the finishing touches on "Knottygirl" while occasionally giving her clit a tender lick. Admiring our handiwork, she took me in her mouth again. Then she gave me an evil smile. "I want to mark you!"
I rolled over and she pulled out our collection of sharpies, and proceeded to lay between my legs and write on my waist: "Knottygirl's Master".
The way she was situated, her face was above my crotch, my legs were on either side of her as she colored in her inkwork. My hard cock stayed erect, brushing up against her mouth. She pretended to pay no attention to my throbbing member, only on her artwork. She breathed on in, brushed her lips against it, and each time my cock started to waver, to shrink down, she would, without taking her eyes off her handiwork, take my cock into her mouth, give me a quick teasing couple of sucks, which would bring my poor cock back up to attention against her soft warm lips and her smooth cheek.
She finally finished her inkwork, and I looked up to view it. She had added a heart to it as well. Taking the appropriate moment of refection, admiration, contemplation, and thought, I then quickly flipped her onto her back felt her pussy, which was moist and ready, and then climbed onto her and took her.
As we neared completion, I started talking about the mark.
"You like what I told you to do?"
"Yes Master!"
"It's permanent ink you know."
"Yes Master!"
"You'll have to be careful so no one can see it!"
"Oh yes Master!"
I thrust deeply into her.
"Maybe I'll make you were a short skirt to work. Then someone might see it!"
She moaned, her breath quickened.
"Then you would have to explain what Knottygirl is!"
"Oh yes Master!"
"You like that slave! You like that I marked you?"
"Oh yes!!! I like your brand Master!"
We collapsed. Spent.
We then took pictures!

Names

I can't tell you when I became excited by bondage, only that I have relayed to slave that bondage is everywhere. As a child pretty much every comic book and adventure story, tv show, movie has bondage in it. "Little Archie" and "Ritchie Rich", "Tintin" and "Asterix", they all had boys and girls tied up. Kids are bombarded with the images of tied up struggling boys and girls from an early age.

We're lying in bed and an old "Family Guy" cartoon is playing on the Cartoon Network. Baby Stewey is obsessed with the cheerleaders and at the end overpowers and ties up the head cheerleader and leaves her in the mens room for kinky Quagmire to discover. She giggled at the visual of the bound blond cheerleader and reminded me of what I had said. Yup, it's everywhere, guess I'm not such a freak after all, though I probably am!!!!

As I lay in bed tossing and turning trying to get to sleep, I started thinking. The misses has a few names now, slave, naughty girl, dirty girl, and now knottygirl. We both like "Knottygirl". It's a nice play on words, implies some deviousness.

So to slave, my Knottygirl I give you a task:
I want you to take a Sharpie pen, any color, multiple colors, and I want you to write your new name somewhere on your body, you choose where (but the naughtier locations are always better!) and when you are done, I want you to show me. I will not prompt you with this task. It's up to you do it on your own and show me. The sharpi ink will not wash off right away, so bear in mind you will have "Knottygirl" on your skin for a few days, so if it's in a spot that's visible, you might have some explaining to do to others who might so happen to see and read it.

I await your presentation of your new name!

~Master~

PS: I can't wait to see where your write it!!!!

Catch our breath

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Photoshopped!

Slave's abstract art!

Now What????

We had some miscues. I felt frustrated. Now overly sensitive, I was hesitant with her. The Master was gone. The geek in his place. We had a miserable failure with a bondage session. I tried to get a little advanced, and although we started off excited. My cock quickly shriveled with frustration. I lost my MOJO. Was afraid I would never get it back.

Finally we had a good frank talk. I have about 10 dialogues happening in my head at any given time. It's hard for me to share my feelings, because it's a bit overwhelming to do that. Half the time I don't know what I'm feeling and the rest of the time, I'm busy trying to make sense of it all. I must admit I have never had my IQ tested. I'm confident that I'm average, maybe a little higher, but who the fuck knows, I could be genius, that's my confident side speaking, or a fucking retard, that's my self doubt speaking. I do have about 8 more things speaking to me right now as I write this.

So finally we spoke. I told her my fears of hurting her, of ruining this dynamic again, of having lost this and never being able to revisit it again. We worked things out. I felt better. She felt better. We resolved the night of the safeword.

We moved back in to Master and slave. Then a few evenings later, while nibbling on her ear and back of her neck, I told her that that first evening when I had her in bondage was so damn hot that I wished that I could have taken a picture of her with the purple rope in the tortoise shell pattern on her white skin so that I could always remember it. Jerk off to it. Make it my desktop picture. Replace my collection of porn pictures that I jerk off to.

She giggled. She smoldered. She simmered. She boiled. Smoking hot. Later that evening she confessed to me that the thought of pictures of her in bondage was so hot, sexy and exciting that her lips were moist, not moist, her pants were soaked!

Technology. Digital cameras, computer, no need to leave home, no need for a developer to see the intimate shots. No embarressing moments picting up the photos from the developer. We got the camera out and rope and took some pictures. We played on photoshop for the rest of the evening, tweaking them, or what she has now fondly refered to as "Photoshopping Me!".
Sex, a natural extension after the build up was as spicy as it now has regularly become.

Safeword

The following day we did some normal errands. We went grocery shopping, picked up some stuff, rented videos, etc. The entire time, the misses constantly called me Master. My ego felt good, my dick hard and my imagination pumped into overtime.

"What do you think of this, Master?"
"Sir, I would like to get some ice cream."
"Please Master?"
"Yes Master!"
We spent the afternoon getting things cleaned up and generally lazed about. By evening she was on my lap spoon feeding her Master some ice cream. I could finally take no more of this slaves teasing and promptly grabbed her and dragged her willingly to the bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, I pulled her pants off and started rubbing her cheeks.
A few smacks later, she and I were good and warmed up. She had settled into the bed, laying on her stomach ready for some more attention. I had other ideas. remembering how she had reacted to the vibrator on her clit, I commanded her to get her vibrator form the box and bring it back to me on the bed.
She groaned. "You get it." She said.
I gave her another light smack on her ass. "Slave!" I growled. "I asked you to get it."
She dug in. "You get it."
I thought this was her testing my authority. In hindsite, I think she was just satisfied with my attention and was comfortable and didn't want to stop the session, get up and get the vibrator and then try to start again. For me, she had disobeyed a direct order. I told her so. Her attitude changed. I didn't notice it. She now had gotten stubborn.

We both have a standing arguement that the other person is the most stubborn person we have ever met. She thinks I am, but I know she's wrong, because no matter how stubborn I am, she's ten times worse.

"Well, I'll have to punish my slave, if you refuse to get the vibrator."
I wacked her a little harder.
"Ohhhh, so scared!" She taunted.
I picked up the pace and started to use a little more force.
I paused after the fourth blow to her ass.
"Is that all you got?" She again taunted me.
"I used more forced. My hand cracked with the sharp blows to her cheeks.
Two more blows, and she was quiet.
"That hurt." She said. There was no amusement in her voice.
She curled up and away from me.
The signals were all wrong, the body language was all wrong. I new right away what a mistake I had made. I hadn't read the signals.
Worst of all was that I had hurt her. After our very first bondage session, where I did the tortoise shell on her, in the afterglow of that scene, she had confided in me that she had went along with ALL of this, was that she trusted me. TRUST. I wouldn't harm her. I wouldn't cause harm to her. She would always be safe with me. I had just thrown all of that trust out of the window. Flushed it down the crapper. I had failed her. I had failed myself.
The salesman in me tried to speak and make things right. Gibberish spewing out of an idiot.
All day long we had performed our roles. She the slave, me the Master. She had called me that all day long. But was "Master" just a pet name to her? Like "Lovey", "Boo-Boo", "Sexy thing"?
Master is not a pet name. My dick does not get hard when she calls me "Boo-Boo". My dick gets hard because the word Master is a statement. I call her slave as a term of endearment, but it is used to underlie the fact that that is what she is at that moment. I have identified her as slave in my mind and that is how I'm treating her and how I expect her to act. It is a verbal que for how to act and play. That is what I expected of her when she called me Master. Call me my name, and I know we aren't playing. Call me Master, then don't expect me to let her dictate what to do.

Mixed signals, miscommunication. Hey we're learning here! I managed to calm her down, and I realized that this was when a safeword would have come in handy. We discussed this, and both agreed that she should choose a safeword so that when our signals are crossed we can end the scene immeadiately, without hurt feelings, without explanation.

Onions.

That's what she chose, that what I will honor. This seemed to content her. It was a long day, and she curled up and faded to sleep. I went to my study. I wish I could have been content as well. But I wasn't. I blamed myself. A heap of emotions flooded me. Worst of all was the feeling of failure. After that was the feeling that with that last scene, I had killed a new relationship between us before it had a chance to really start.

The following week, nothing. I was tentative, she was distant. She didn't say the word Master. I didn't call her slave.

Teased!

She had enjoyed it. She had gotten lost in it. There was a hunger in her eyes now and I returned her stares with my own consuming hunger. The whole package had happened that night, and we both had enjoyed every aspect of it. Master? Enjoyed. Slave? Enjoyed. Spanking? Enjoyed. Bondage? ENJOYED! Asking permission to cum? Priceless! Enjoyed!

Afterwards I had slowly unwound the rope weave from her slick wet body. I allowed her to come down from the high that we had just experienced. To share an extra moment. The rope forced us to take a breather, check in and make sure each of us was alright. I wouldn't be a very good Master if I didn't care about my slave.

Next time she would not get off so easily. Next time the mere asking to cum would not be enough. Slave would have to hold on till Master ALLOWS her to fall over the edge of pleasure.

The next evening found us in bed with slave on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as I gently smoother her soft creamy skin with my palm. Bending her back, the skin tightened around her cheeks and involuntarily spread them apart, revealing her sensitive areas. A sharp smack brought her back to focus. She moaned and pushed herself back into the hand that was caressing where it had just hit. A small discoloration of redness became visible and my cokc hardened at the sight. I quickly traced around her lips, checking to see if they were wet, then surprised her with a blow to her other cheek.

After I had warmed both of her cheeks to a nice red glow, I commanded slave to turn over on the bed and prepare herself for some pleasure. I was rock hard, but tonight I wanted to introduce a new aspect to our play. The tease.

Pulling out the large vibrator, I turned it on and started to rub her with it. Licking and lightly biting her sensitive large nipples, I maneuvered the vibrator all over her body, underarms included! Her breathing grew ragged when I finally rested the instrument on her pussy. I looked deeply into her eyes. She tried to return the gaze but instead stared through me, beyond me, lost in her growing, tingling pleasure.

"Play with your breasts, slave!" I growled. Instantly her hands rested on her two round mounds and she started to playfully massage them. Her breathing was quicker. I pulled the vibrator off her. My cock and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take my slave. "You are so fucking hot!" I said. I worked myself into her sopping wet pussy. She continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts. "You are too sexy, my naughty girl!" I growled as I found a rythm that we could both escalate to. She moaned and took in a breath. Somehow she had regained her focus on me, her master. Her eyes had locked into my own. "Remember," I growled. "You must ask me for permission to cum." I gave her a serious look. She nodded hungrily. The action that she must do to give herself final please gave her an added thrill as she thought about it. She started to get close. I reminded her again. I wasn't sure that she would remember at this point of her buildup.

My pace quickend. I thrusted harder with growing excitement. I wanted to add to the already potent combination of feelings that she was having. "Pinch your nipples, slave!" I barked. Her poor nipples are too sensitive as it is. I wanted to add a little pain to her pleasure, to flood her sensations when reaching the edge. "Yes..." she breathed, then "...Master...".
She was close.
She breathed again as I thrust in. "Master," she muttered. "Can I cum?"
Her eyes tried to stay focused on mine. Now to see what type of Master I was. Coldly I growled, "No slave. Hold out."
A flash from deep inside her, only noticeable by staring into her eyes, into her soul, reflected a conflict of pleasure and frustration and surprise. She hadn't expected this. She clenched down and moaned, frustrated and surprised that I commanded her to keep control. A few more thrusts, I growled at her to continue pinching her nipples. Her breath was ragged now.
"Master, can.."
"...I..."
"...cum?"
Again I shook my head while continuing my rythm. "No slave." I added a threatening, "Don't you dare! Wait till I give you permission."
She was beside herself now. Teased to the point of loosing her mind. I was determined to make my slave experience the joys and frustrations of being on the edge but being denied.
She dug into her nipples in hopes the pain would ease the pleasure that was overwhelming her. It only added to the pleasure.
Again, this time barely intelligible. "...Master...please!...Can...I...come?"
"Yes slave!" I growled. I pushed deep into her. "Cum for me. Exploded!"
Her head rolled back.
Her fingers pinched her nipples even harder.
Her back tightened.
She lost herself. She rode the waves of pleasure, pain and frustration to bliss and satisfaction. Teased, edged, denied.
I exploded shortly after. Satisfied with her, my wife, my love, my equal, my slave.

ROPE!

Walking into Stormy Leather, we are immediately greeted by one of the shop girls, "Welcome to Stormy Leather, how can I torture, I mean help you?" She grinned. Trying to be bold, I put my business face on. "I need rope." I said. She looked at me and then to the misses, who though it was her idea to come here, was now quiet and feeling a bit overwhelmed with the frankness of this setting. Good Vibes, called by some as the "Martha Steward of sex stores" was completely different to the dark South of Market industrial setting of Stormy Leather. Just the smell f pungent fresh leather bombards you when you enter. The store workers, with multiple piercings and multi-hued hair were fun but straight to the point. No one who came here was just shopping for a "gag-gift" to embarrass some soon-to-be bride at a bridal shower. Shopping here meant to us that everyone in this store knew we were interested in kink. The darker side of kink, or the more imaginative side of kink!

The shop girl led us back to a rack with the bondage implements and proceeded to show us their selection of "bondage rope". I relayed the story that our rope hadn't arrived yet and we were just too anxious to play that we couldn't wait anymore for the silk rope to arrive. "Mmmmmmm silk rope..." the shop girl said. “How decadent!”

The shop girl lingered around for a few moments as we checked out the various products. I made it a point to engage in both the misses as well as the shop girl to ask questions and get opinions from both of them. I was hoping to settle my little slave down a bit. To try to get her to relax so that she could enjoy the shopping experience, rather than focus on getting the rope and getting the hell out of there.

After the shop girl left to give us some breathing room, we settled down and explored the entire shop. It had been years since we had shopped here, and they had expanded. The entire time I carried around the purple, we had chosen purple because the silk rope we ordered was also purple, bondage rope for all the other shoppers in the store to see.

Stormy is cool, but the outfits are pricey! High quality but not worth the investment until we really commit to this type of play. But the misses did show interest in the outfits. Earlier I had mentioned that one scene I want to play out with her is to command her, when we are going out somewhere, an event, a party, a dinner, to wear something scandalously sexy underneath her outfit. A leather thong, silk crotch less panties, or something to that effect. Something only she and I would know she had on, no one else would know. Then I would whisper to her all night long, asking her how her little kinky garment felt underneath her "regular" clothes. At the end of the night when we get home, I would strip off her regular clothes and then take her lovely kinky body.

I alluded to that fantasy and asked her to look around for something appropriate. She didn't find anything, but hopefully another time she will. We paid for the rope and left with the shiny all black plastic bag secured in my hand.

That night, after scanning Midori's bondage book I chose the tortoise shell bondage as my first attempt to introduce my slave into real rope bondage. I chose it because it covered her body in a diamond shaped pattern, but it didn't restrict her. Her arms and legs were free so it was more an ornamental tie. I did however tie her wrists to the sides of her hips to finish off the bondage. She had some movement in her arms, but enough to know that she was not in control.

The rope criss crossing her body, in between and around her breasts, through her crotch and across her back was lovely. The purple jumped out from the background of her white skin. She was in no discomfort. It was more a costume than bondage, but the effect to me and my cock was immediate. I eased her onto the bed and started to kiss and nibble on her. I worked my way down a then paid special attention to her. She was soon panting. Her hands were grabbing at my hair, urging me to continue. Soon she was on edge. I pulled my head up. I had to have her. I had to take my slave. I freed her hands but kept the rest tied. I mounted her and the pattern o f the rope rubbed against my chest and stomach. Quickly I churned within her soaking box. "Play with your tits, slave!" I ordered. She grabbed them and started mashing them in her hands. Time to introduce some more control over my slave. "Don't you dare come without asking me, slave." I growled. She quickly focused on me, as I plunged deeper into her. Her eyes hungry. "Understand?" I asked. She swallowed, composed herself and then stuttered, "Yes Master."
"What was that?" I said louder.
"Yes Master!" she said firmly.
We were close.
"Are you going to come yet, slave?"
"Not yet Master."
She got closer, her breathing ragged.
"Remember slave, you MUST ask permission to come!"
"Uh huh!" She nodded.
Squeezing her breasts as I pumped in and out of her, a few moments later her breathing changed pitch.
"Oh! Master! Can I come!?"
Baby steps.
The first bondage we did a few nights before, I had decided to allow her to come naturally, even though I wanted to tease her, to make her beg to come, to bring her to the edge over and over till she was made with lust. That time I wanted to reward her with allowing my to strap her hands down.
This time I wanted to introduce her having to ask her Master to come just before she does. Do I deny her?
No.
"Come for me, slave!" I cry out. We both exploded into each other.