How to replace a sex slave.
Mater has just come across this little sex simulator. It is the nearest thing to real sex available and is receiving incredible reviews evrywhere. You watch specially coded movies and it reproduces the action on your screen. So if you're watching a girl giving a blowjob then it replicates the sensations realistically on your cock. Master says that if it can reproduce the feeling of his cock slipping between the ass cheeks of a freshly whipped girl, then I'm out the door!
A BDSM fantasy about submitting myself to a former boss.
The interesting posts on my other blogs seem to be coming thick and fast at the moment. The pic above is from This Post on my Rough Lesbian Sex blog. It's about a very common BDSM fantasy in which you imagine beind dominated and punished by your employer or boss at work. When I worked as a stripper I used to fantasise about the manageress of the club where I worked. She used to dress in leather and drove us girl's crazy with lust. I often came to work late and broke other rules in the hope that one day she would take me into the back room and put me over her knee for a good spanking. Alas she never did and that is probably why I still think about her.
Nearly a real doggy style fuck for a sex slave
I was entering a new post for my Rough Sex Videos page and it reminded me of something that happened a few months ago that might make you laugh. We have an old wooden pallet in the basement which Master uses to strap me down in the doggy position like Angel Cummings in the pic above. It is good not only for fucking me but also for whipping. He tightened the last strap and then disappeared upstairs again leaving me to wonder what exactly was going to happen to me. I thought that maybe He had gone to fetch our next door neighbour John to whom He has given me before. But after a few minutes I heard a scratching at the door and then Master's Great Dane, Max came down the stairs, padded over to me and began sniffing round my backside - I even felt his nose snuffling at my bum hole. If he had decided to have me there would have been nothing I could have done about it, strapped down helplessly as I was. If I hadn't been so scared, I would have sniggered at the thought that it would have been a real doggy style fuck!
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A little afternoon delight and a beating for a sex slave
So there I was, earlier on, reviewing material (it's what I call it, ok?) for a this page on my Rough Lesbian Sex blog. I came over all hot and bothered and instead of risking the wrath, of Master by asking for a fuck, I took my laptop upstairs for a quick bit of personal relief. I was getting busy with my fingers when He caught me at it.He lost no time in slipping His belt out of His trouser loops and I flipped over onto knees and elbows and dipping my spine to offer Him my bottom for beating like a good slave. It was ironic because it mirrored the pose taken by Faith Leon in the video I had been watching. Master satisfied Himself with twenty or so strokes and then He did what we should have done in the first place had I not been so silly. He put the laptop on the bedside table, flipped me onto my side, lashed my hands behind me using the belt and climbed in behind me after divesting Himself of His clothing. Then He did me slowly while we watched lovely Faith getting a sound thrashing from my old friend Chanta Rose. So it all came out right in the end.
Perhaps I should explain that I knew Chanta when she lived in the UK. She now runs her own BDSM site in California. I know exactly how the submissives who model for her feel because she once gave me the soundest thrashing of my life and, if truth were told, I still have erotic dreams about it. More than that if I ever find myself stateside I would be quite unable to stop myself from paying her a visit at her studio. I would present myself naked and drop to my hands and knees in front of her while begging to whip me again. After which I hope she would treat me to a hard fucking with her massive strap-on cock just as she did before.
Oh dear I'm getting horny again so I'd better go see if I can tempt Master with my pussy.
A thrashing with a holly branch to see in the new year
I'm sorry that I've been neglecting this diary of late but I have been rather busy with family and other matters of late. But I thought I'd stop and pass on my best wishes to you all for the new year. And to tell you that Master decided to see it in by thrashing me with a holly branch that was a part of our decorations. He obviously knew that it was going to hurt and draw blood because He asked my permission first. I just pointed to my slave collar and reminded Him that I belonged to Him and He could do to me whatever He wanted. Me and my big mouth! He led me upstairs just before midnight and bent me over the bed. I hardly had time to draw breath before He started switching my bare bottom. We should have gone down to the basement because when He began lashing harder and across my back and thighs I began hollering quite loudly although the noise was probably masked by the sounds of celebrations from the television. The spikes tore at my flesh each time He pulled the branch clear to strike again. After twelve strokes, each one timed to the chimes of Big Ben, He had mercy on me and stopped but my ordeal was not over. Needless to say I was in floods of tears which is something Master is unable to resist and in no time flat He had me on my knees at the bottom of the bed where He fucked my face while my tears rained down onto His cock. I was still in tears when He massaged some cool antiseptic cream into my wounds and, as I could not lie on my back and some of the cream had mysteriously (?) found its way into my ass hole, He buggered me deeply and remorselessly for the next half hour or so. Oh well start the year as you mean to continue I suppose!Anonymous degrading sex for a virtual slave.
I have a feeling that this image of a virtual slave created in 3D Kink has given Master an idea! I must admit that the thought of being compelled to have anonymous, degrading sex gives me a delicious thrill. Look closely at the pic to give yourself an idea of what it might be.
I have a feeling that Master is having these thoughts because I have escaped a punishment this week and if I continue to behave myself He will come up with other reasons to whip me.
Meanwhile it has given me an idea of my own for another blog for this series. Stay tuned!
Nipple bells jingle merrily as I am strapped.
I was due for 100 strokes this week but I threw a 5 on the dice so I was given 20 strokes with a leather strap. Normally Master would fasten me over a table so that the hard surface would enhance the punishment, but He wanted to hear my new nipple bells jingle so He chained my wrists to the ceiling hook in the basement and pulled on the chain till I was on tiptoes and swaying even before the beating started. As an additional subtle touch He placed the microphone of a tape recorder on a stand next my helpless body and recorded the smacks, moans and jingles. He is presently replaying this to himself while He relaxes with a warming drink. Think I'll go in and join Him!Oh, by the way, I've started on a new blog called Anal Obsession which features pics and videos of anal sluts stuffing their rectums with cocks, dildos, butt plugs and enjoying(?) enamas. If you don't like to see anal gaping, flushing and stretching don't check it out here.
Intimacy disturbed by a sex slave's carelessness.
Last night Master and I had one of those moments that surpasses the master and sex slave relationship. We were in bed and Master was inside me, keeping me just at boiling point by stirring me with slow circular motions of His hips. His mouth was on mine, His tongue feathering with my tongue and my legs were wrapped around Him. I was just ready to ask Him if I could come when He changed rythym and gave me several hard thrusts which tipped me uncontrollably over the edge and earned me 50 more strokes for later today.It must have annoyed Master more than usual because He ordered me out of bed to sleep elsewhere. I must say that I have limitless admiration for His self control as He didn't finish inside me before I got out of bed and it surely left Him as frustrated as He was cross with me. But then I suppose He can have me whenever He wants me anyway.
So I departed to sleep uncomfortably on a sofa (I hate sleeping in a spare room and the living room was more inviting). However I did not sleep well and at one point I contemplated taking a whip back to the bedroom and suggesting that He gave me an on-the-spot punishment instead of banishing me from His bed. In the end I did not as I was afraid of wakening Him and angering Him further.
And just when I was thinking that I might escape lightly this afternoon. Fuck it!
Christmas decorations for a sex slave - bells on my nipples.
Master has decided that I should be decked out for Christmas. He has got hold of some little bells, such as Santa Claus might have on the harness of his sleigh and He has fastened 2 onto a pair of nipple clamps. Also, since I cannot wear the clamps all the time, I have been instructed to attach another pair to my bodystocking at the places in the mesh where my nipples poke through. He is now anticipating a musical accompaniment to my moaning and whimpering the next time He whips me. I have a strong feeling that I will be wearing these decorations long after twelfth night!
Sometimes a slave just can't get it right!
There are some things I know Master really likes and I try to do them occasionally without being told to - dangerous for a slave, I know, but what is life without a little risk?Last night Master tied my hands behind my back and gave me a short sharp caning while I was bent over the back of a bedroom chair. He likes to fuck me when I'm struggling to keep my weight off my burning backside. So far so good!
After He'd had me I turned on my side and grasped his cock in my bound hands because I know full well that nothing, well almost nothing, revives him quicker and that He'd want to have me again. But what with the combination of my softly caressing hands and hot bum, the next I knew was that I had a handful of sticky cum to deal with. Master was not happy and bound my elbows together to ensure I passed an uncomfortable night. He also awarded me 50 strokes for punishment.
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