Archive for August, 2009

Product Review: Future Flex Turbo Dyne by California Exotics

August 31st, 2009 Comments off

SE0702-12So guess what I found when I typed “jelly ribbed vibrator blue” into Google Images?

You guessed it. Old Faithful. I was thinking Old Faithful just randomly showed up in the adult store up the road cuz I’ve been having a bitch of a time finding its maker.

But would you look at that? It’s by California Exotics. And here I thought I hadn’t tried any of their toys before.

So what can I tell you about Old Faithful?   Read more…

Oops. ~ducks~

August 30th, 2009 Comments off

I broke the gallery.  It’s all still there.  You just can’t get to it from the button right now.  Master will fix it when He gets time.  In the meantime, sorry!

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New Toys and New Pictures

August 30th, 2009 Comments off

Let’s see…

Yesterday, Master handed me the gift cards from Eden Fantasys and told me to go wild.  Sort of.  I still had to check my purchases with Him.  I ordered a really beautiful paddle, a new flogger, clovers cause ours are MIA and a lube by Sliquid.  I will be reviewing all of them when they finally get here.  I’m all sorts of excited for them to just be here already.

So last night, while we watched television, Master whipped me with the leather end of the leash.  A lot.  He hit me a couple times with the chain, too.

The shitty thing about the leather is it stings like a mother fucker but doesn’t leave any marks.  The chain, though.  Mmm that’s a nice thud.

Today, He took pictures while I played with Brigit for a second time.  Apparently, we both really like Brigit.  Cause every time I take her out, I spend about a minute – if that – with her alone before He’s fucking me.  I am totally not complaining.

Brigit sits perfectly against my clit and His balls when we’re doin’ it doggy style.  Seriously.  Brigit, I love you.  And I’m pretty sure M does, too.

However, I’m gonna have to start wearing that cock ring on my finger or something.  Cause every time we have sex we’re all, “Oh… shoulda tried the cock ring.  Oops.” afterward.  Lol.

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A Question About Friendship

August 30th, 2009 2 comments

This is a question for those of the M/s sort and I’m asking from the male owner/female slave perspective because that’s what I live. Others can answer if they like, though.

I often find myself having trouble keeping up with friendships. Both on line and in real life.

I’m often dragged away from the computer without the option of saying “bbl” before I sign off. I’m not allowed to go anywhere alone so I’m always turning down “girls’ night” and coffee dates and parties.

Not so much now that I don’t work, but when I did I was always getting asked to go somewhere after work. “We’ll leave the boys home…” and that was when I had to say no. Even if I was allowed, I wouldn’t want to. It sucks being home alone while your significant other is out gallivanting.

So my questions are:

What does the phrase “being a friend” mean to you?

Do you think it’s possible for a slave to be a friend? If so, do you think that requires certain allowances on the part of the master and/or the friend?

In your mind, should a slave be allowed to have friends? If so, do you think her friends should be restricted to those her owner feels improve her somehow?

Do you allow more leniency in your friendships with slaves, knowing that their time is not their own?

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“Let’s just start over in the morning, okay?” M whispered.

August 29th, 2009 2 comments

Topfer_ReveAnd I nodded through my sobs, relief and gratitude washing over me.

I pushed a little too hard last night.  Master is no longer content to let me lead.  He’s clipped leash to collar (both literally and figuratively) and is dragging me along behind Him.

I won’t rehash the argument.  It doesn’t matter what was said.  Even if I had valid points – and I’m not even sure I did anymore – it’s kind of difficult to argue with, “I’m the master.  Not you.”

It would be so much easier if I’d remember that from the instant I get upset.

I’m still confused.  I have the right and responsibility to go to Him with problems, but I’m required to live by the “Master is always right.” creed.  I’m sure there’s a happy medium in there, somewhere, but I tend to jump from one extreme to the next.  “Oh.  You’re always right, huh? So, you don’t care if I have a problem.  You’re not interested in my happiness.”

I did say that to Him.  His response?

“You’re right.  When you’re being a cunt and ignoring my orders and disobeying my rules, I don’t give a flying fuck about your happiness.”

I kind of blinked at Him for a second.  It’s not fair for Him to be logical! That’s just fighting dirty!

He was going to release me.  It was a good long time before I could swallow my pride and ask beg Him not to.  I often say I don’t even know how to beg.  I sure figured it out in a hurry last night.

Long ago in a land not so far away (Three streets over, in fact.), when we had a spat or I was in trouble, one of the first things I would do was lick Him.  Anywhere I could reach.  Until He told me to stop or fucked me or… something.  It calmed Him down and made it easier to converse with Him.  Read more…

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FFF – Raindrop, Guess, Transparent

August 28th, 2009 5 comments

FlashFictionFridayIconYou stared down at me, perched on a log and staring up at you, as the gentle breeze passed through our camp site.  The fire crackled and flickered for no reason at all other than we liked the smell.

I slid my hands up the back of your shorts and snuggled my face to your crotch.  You moaned softly and I grinned up at you before rubbing my nose against the head of your cock.

Instant gratification.

He sprung to attention and I released him.  My giant knight in shining armor.  The man of my dreams.

I ran my tongue down the glans and suckled on the shaft and smiled as you moaned again.

And then it began to rain.  Gentle and warm.  And you sighed softly.

“This is so hot.”

I guess I agree.  No, I know.

And then I moaned.  I’m so transparent.  And I sucked and bobbed and slurped and moaned and then you were shooting your seed into the back of my throat.  And I almost choked.

Notice I said “almost”.

I wiped my lips and looked up into your smiling face and you smiled down at me.  A raindrop dripped off the tip of your nose and landed on my cheek.  And after we shuffled ourselves back into our clothes we look up to see…

Ranger Weed.

All freckle-faced and gingered.  And it was all we could do not to laugh while he wrote us our fire license.

Ranger Weed.

Good times.

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