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Plugged Ass + Good Sex = ?

June 30th, 2007 No comments


I wanted to cum. I wanted to put my fingers in my already
soaking wet pussy and swirl them around my throbbing clitoris with dramatically
slow movements teasing a long, slow, deep, screaming orgasm from my wanton
cunt. I wanted to clamp my own nipples and lay on my back with my legs spread
while I played in the slippery juices drooling from my pussy, an occasional tap
on the plug ripping a primal moan from my throat as I stared with blank eyes at
the ceiling.

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Three Days Full

June 28th, 2007 No comments


Afterward, He sent me for the knotty cat and ordered me back
to my hands and knees on the floor. He made it clear that I wasnâ??t getting the
cat for any reason other than He felt like hurting His bitch and I cried. It
was much harder to hold position with the cat than the flogger but I managed,
mostly. He made me lick His feet while He beat me. All I kept envisioning is
one of the tails catching my cunt or my clit (owie!) so I tried to keep my legs
close together.


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They’re Gone!

June 26th, 2007 No comments

I know you're on the edge of your seats waiting for the smut posts.
Today's not the day. You'll get them, though. I promise. Maybe
tomorrow! Tomorrow He goes to back to work (He worked from home today)
so I'll have lots of time in the morning to put together a post of
substance.


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Hurt

June 23rd, 2007 No comments


I think the reason it hurts me so bad these days is because I
long for a sister. Iâ??m dying for someone to share, not only the responsibility
of pleasing Him, but the joy and love and wonder Iâ??ve found in my slavery. Someone
I can discuss things with who will understand where Iâ??m coming from, being in
the same position herself. Someone I can eagerly befriend, be required to
befriend, and not have to feel guilty when I have to pull away.

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No Neighbors??!?

June 21st, 2007 No comments


Weâ??ve not had any really hard sessions since weâ??ve been
here. Itâ??s been at least two years since Iâ??ve been strung up and beaten until I
begged to be let down. The result is that it doesnâ??t take much for me to beg
Him to stop or attempt to jump out of the way now. And with a week of no one to
hear, it might take a good deal of begging before He even hears my pleas, let
alone responds to them. Especially after two years of not being able to release
as much of His sadistic nature as Heâ??d like.

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Intolerance

June 19th, 2007 Comments off

When I first met Master and was introduced to [[BDSM]], I loved the BDSM community.  I fit right in.  I was younger than most but we had similar attitudes.  I had my BDSM bible firmly implanted in my skull and anyone whose opinion differed from mine was obviously either stupid or abused accordingly.  Luckily, the majority of my opinions coincided with the people we chose to spend time with.  How could they not? Weren’t they, as Master, the group of peers I’d chosen for my mentors?

I felt threatened by people who spoke out against my opinions.  Scathed by those who pointed out that I was wrong, overbearing, or just plain ignorant.  And I preached better than any evangelist you’ve ever seen about “the way things are™”. Always covering it up with a calculated “Of course, this is the way things are with us.  Things with you may be different.”  making it obvious I believed that “different” == “wrong”.  And I lashed out with snide comments, insulting inferences and a good deal of sarcasm.

Then, suddenly, things began to change for me.  I started learning what it meant to be in a relationship with a man like Master.  I began to understand the kind of relationship He needed.  And I did a little soul-searching and found that I, too, needed the kind of relationship He desired.  Craved it.  Burned for it.  And just like that, my opinions began to change.

It was like having a blindfold ripped from my eyes only to find that I was standing in darkness all along.  I flitted from friend to friend with my new-found happiness and strange new thoughts, feelings and opinions and they no longer accepted me.  I couldn’t be part of their club anymore.  In their mind, I had joined the clubs of the stupid and abused.

I still approached my opinions, when discussing them with others, as gospel.  My way is the only way and if you can’t hack it you’re just not as much of a slave as I am.  I was one of those people I, now, cannot stand.  I couldn’t have a debate over anything BDSM without resorting to name calling, arrogance, preaching.

I don’t remember what changed.  I think Master pointed out how silly and arrogant and un-slave-like I was being.  And maybe I grew up a little? Who knows? In any case, I “saw the error of my ways” and began putting my best effort into learning how to debate without being overbearing, how to discuss without attempting to force my opinion on people, how to stop seeing things in black and white and recognize the gray in between.  And by the gods, I learned how to answer a friggin question without attacking the asker, even if I thought, for whatever reason, that they were a complete idiot.  Read more…

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