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!
Strapped to a post, tit whipped and fucked.
Well here I am, my afternoon punishment over! I keep looking at my tits in the mirror and they have some delicious red lines across them. Every time I run my fingers over them my nipples pop out like reset buttons as if they want some more. Even wearing a lightweight top is hurting and I may have to take it off which will please Master.As I knew He would He fucked me after my whipping as I stood there only supported by the way my arms were strapped to the pole. Though I wanted it, I must say it hurt having His hairy chest rubbing against the fresh stripes on my poor breasts.
I don't know why but having mt tits whipped always makes me sweat and the saltiness stings too! I hope they are a bit less tender by tonight as I'm certain He'll do me again later. Maybe I'll offer Him my ass instead.
Waiting for this afternoon's punishment
I'm waiting in some trepidation for this afternoon's punishment and my tits to get their whipping. To make me more aware of what's going to happen Master has made me stay topless this morning. It's cold and my nipples are out like organ stops even though I have put a fan heater under my desk. You'd thing they were looking forward to being lashed.To pass the time, while lunch is in the oven, I'm busy constructing a new page for this diary. It will have long high quality flash video excerpts from our favourite BDSM sites on it. Galleries are all well and good but when the videos are cut into clips you have to keep jumping to the next and wait again for that to load. I'll put up the link when I have something to show.
My master's sister gives his slave 34 strokes with a riding crop
Well I can sit down again reasonably comfortably. Master's sister came for lunch at about 1pm and after a glass of sherry (her tipple) we all sat down to roast beef. Master's sister ( I shall call her Laura from now on) constantly watched me throughout the meal. She is an austere looking woman several years older than Master and I simply could not tell whether her interest was sexual or mere curiosity or even jealousy. However it was evident that she had been fully appraised of my role as slave in the household as she did not hesitate to give me a slap on my near-naked bottom, as Master is wont to do, when I fumbled serving her some peas and spilt some onto the table. Well my hand was shaking!The first of my weekly aggregated punishments
After leaving me to stew for an hour after lunch, Master ordered me to prepare myself for my punishment. I went upstairs and stripped naked, also taking the opportunity to apply some extra moisturising cream to my bottom which I find helps to reduce bruising. Water has the same effect but it seems to make the beating sting more. Then I returned to our living room where Master had laid the table with a dice, a pair of handcuffs and the full range of instruments of punishment, one of which would soon be scorching across my unprotected flesh.Changes to my punishment plan
We have discovered a flaw in the original punishment plan. There is a danger of me having to receive a large number of strokes from an instrument which leaves me bruised and damaged and unable to receive further punisment for longer than a week. So, in a rare moment of Master/slave agreement, we have decided upon the following alteration.If the dice shows:
One: Hand Spanking
Two: Leather Paddle
Three: Riding Crop
Four: Whip
Five: Leather Strap
Six: Cane
The number of strokes will be divided by the number on the dice so that should the tally be 60 and the instrument be the cane, I will receive an adjusted total of ten strokes. The number of hand spanks would thus remain unchanged, which is fair enough as I can generally take more spanks than He can dish out with little more effect than making me extremely horny.
Master has also decided that we should have a more severe whip so that when the total number of strokes is divided by 4 I will feel the "disciplinary benefit" (as He puts it). So one of our leather whips has been soaking in brine overnight and I am charged with maintaining it in that way
We have also decided that my punishments will take place on a Sunday just after lunch. I will be creating the record book later today and that will show the full details.
I asked Master how his Monday morning blowjob will be effected because He likes to beat me into tears before I suck His cock and what happens if He wishes to whip my tits or pussy. And He said that these are things that will be decided at the time, so it seems that matters are not quite as settled as they appear and that I may end up receiving more punishment than that which has been allotted to me. Ah well, such is the life of a sex slave!
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