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.