It doesn't matter that I am currently bisexual, there is always one thing that attracts me about a guy or a woman and that's their bottom. I can't help it. There must be something in my psyche that just zones in on that particular piece of a person's anatomy. It's almost like a radar. Why? Because of my secret desire to spank. Someone, anyone. Nothing more and nothing less. Nothing necessarily sexual in it either. In a man the first thing that always attracts me is their arse. Especially in tight jeans, and unnervingly arousing in leather trousers. With any woman, I can look at the curve and the size and picture exactly where to strike, what with and what the effect would be.
It excites me, full stop. The buzz can be incredible. I decided before P and I met up for our first physical session that I would introduce her to the subtle art of spanking. First I researched. You can't just hit the bottom and hope for the best. The more I studied, the more I realised that there is an art to spanking. There are literally hundreds of websites about spanking. Mostly (as you would expect) have photos showing the aftermath of a bloody good spanking. But I managed to find the chosen few that concentrated on how to spank, how to do it well, what with and how to ensure both sides get the most out of it. My real goal is to have P ask me, no, BEG me to be spanked. We have a long way to go before that happens and that would make her a pain slut, and would make me very, very happy. So in the meantime, it's all about one step (or spank) at a time.
Of course it all depends what kind of spanking you are giving. There is sexual spanking and punishment spanking. Punishment is exactly that. No warm up, no warnings. Can be inflicted with the hand to start off with before stepping up to implements such as paddles or a cane. This is meant to hurt, to punish, to make the submissive remember why they are being punished. The pain equates to the crime and ensures the brain remembers why the punishment is being given. The memory of the pain lingers long after the sore bum has recovered. Sexual spanking is a mixture of pleasure and pain. There are sweet spots or zones which you can concentrate on. The fleshier parts which seductively wobble in your face as you hit them. Starting off slowly by warming up the skin with your bare hand ensures the endorphins start to flow and the blood rushes to the sexual areas. Hence the certain state of arousal spanking gives the receiver. As the heat of the skin continues it becomes more sensitive. Once I obtain a rosy glow on the cheeks of P's arse, I usually start with something harder. I have an old, hard soled sandal which works very well. It provides a larger, flatter surface area and gives P a completely different set of pain sensations. With sexual spanking, I alternate spanks with pleasure. I caress and rub her hot skin, causing her to moan and wiggle on my lap. Then I play with her pussy which is usually quite wet by this time. I normally smile to myself and start the process again. Spank, play, spank, play. I freely admit I can do this quite happily for hours. Latterly, I have a long, wooden ruler (which P bought me herself) to use which as it is narrower and longer, gives a new set of experiences for her and new marks. I always ensure that any marks are temporary and will fade although she is nearly always uncomfortable afterwards. Sometimes I also rub Arnica cream into the cheeks of her bum to help soothe. Even doing this arouses me.
Punishment spanking also excites me. Maybe I should be slightly shame faced but early on with our sessions, I told P that I wanted to spank her so hard that she cried. That is a secret desire. To know that I have that power. With punishments, I have brought tears to her eyes. And more importantly, I know where her limits are. But I desperately want to push those limits. In the back of my mind, I toy with the idea of forbidding her use of the safe word, especially when punishing. It's my right, but it's a right I have yet to take. I suppose I'm scared that if I did that, the safety net would be removed and I could go too far. And I don't want to ruin what we have, such a beautiful, trusting relationship as D/s. But I harbour that desire to make her cry and yet beg for more, whether in punishment or sexual mode.
So primarily when I punish, I state why, how many and also show her what I am going to use. And it's normally straight in at the deep end so it does hurt and reinforces the difference between sexual and punishment. When it's sexual, quite often I have P laying over my lap which makes it even more intimate. She is face down, her sex available to me and her bare arse there for my using. I know inside she loves it, but doesn't know how far she wants to take it. And is hesitant to ask me, yet. I would love her to become a pain slut. Love her to beg me on her knees to spank her, play with her, use her. Inside her mind, I know she is harbouring those thoughts, they haven't quite reached the surface yet. The desire isn't strong enough. But one day, the desire will become too strong. And I suppose in a way, that is my way of moulding her into what I want her to be. If I am ever lucky enough to have a male sub, I would do exactly the same thing. I can't imagine many other things more rewarding than having a man beg me to spank him. But that will probably remain very much a fantasy, for now. In reality, I have P to help me along with my secret desires. And when her day comes, when she begs me, I will be a very, very happy Domme...
15 December 2009
To Whom It May Concern....
Now I don't know how many people actually read my blog. I know I have three 'official' followers here, one of which is P. But whether anyone else reads it, I don't know! However that doesn't stop me from blogging. I do it not just as a way for me to express my life and my emotions on this particular journey, but hopefully as a conduit to help anyone else on a similar path.
P once said several months ago when we were at the early stages, that I bet I didn't think my sub would be a female. To be honest, it wasn't something I had particularly thought about. I suppose that as a predominantly heterosexual woman, it would be natural for my sub to be of the opposite sex. But I never closed the door to my sub being female either. A submissive for me could be of either sex whether physically or online. I know my blogs probably don't appeal to guys, apart from may be fantasising about two women! But that doesn't stop me.
I would love to have a male submissive at some point. Whether that will happen or not is another matter. I don't mix in BDSM circles, go to munches etc. In reality there is only me and P. We have a mutual online friend who is also a female sub. Her insight and experiences have been a great help to P over the last months. Given her an outlet of her own with someone who understands her. In return she is able to read my blog and gain a greater understanding of what goes on in my psyche.
I have a male friend who was rather surprised when I first sent him the link to my blog. We live on either side of the country so only really converse by emails and phone calls but have been doing this for several years. We hadn't spoken for a few months so when we did catch up and he asked me 'what have I been up to?' I sent him the link to this. That opened up a whole new conversation! And I'm sure when he reads this, he will recognise himself if I call him my Viking hero. He has been fascinated and kept up with things from a distance. I'm sure it has conjured up all sorts of things in his head and made him realise that there are aspects of my personality he never knew at all. And I would love to share it with him. I would like to think he could be a lovely sub but I know he would probably be a Dom instead. Shame!
Some of the things I do with P are easy to cross over with either sex. The mental domination and mental control is something that can be achieved in reality as well as online. Of course with any online relationship, there has to be absolute trust in each other. Other aspects can only be achieved 'in the flesh' so to speak such as punishment, pleasure and all points in between. But writing and reading about them here can ignite the fires within any of my readers if they think that it could happen with them and their partner whoever their partner is. If it arouses you when you read it, then it doesn't matter if it happens here between two females. It can happen with a man and a woman or two guys.
So to whom it may concern is to anyone who reads my blog: whether you are male, female, straight, gay or whatever preference you want to be. I hope you may get a kick out of it, use it for inspiration, maybe help to answer a problem or you can just enjoy it as some illicit night time reading! I am always happy to hear from anyone who wants to contact me about anything I write here. But most of all, I hope that my Viking hero gets the biggest kick of all!!!
P once said several months ago when we were at the early stages, that I bet I didn't think my sub would be a female. To be honest, it wasn't something I had particularly thought about. I suppose that as a predominantly heterosexual woman, it would be natural for my sub to be of the opposite sex. But I never closed the door to my sub being female either. A submissive for me could be of either sex whether physically or online. I know my blogs probably don't appeal to guys, apart from may be fantasising about two women! But that doesn't stop me.
I would love to have a male submissive at some point. Whether that will happen or not is another matter. I don't mix in BDSM circles, go to munches etc. In reality there is only me and P. We have a mutual online friend who is also a female sub. Her insight and experiences have been a great help to P over the last months. Given her an outlet of her own with someone who understands her. In return she is able to read my blog and gain a greater understanding of what goes on in my psyche.
I have a male friend who was rather surprised when I first sent him the link to my blog. We live on either side of the country so only really converse by emails and phone calls but have been doing this for several years. We hadn't spoken for a few months so when we did catch up and he asked me 'what have I been up to?' I sent him the link to this. That opened up a whole new conversation! And I'm sure when he reads this, he will recognise himself if I call him my Viking hero. He has been fascinated and kept up with things from a distance. I'm sure it has conjured up all sorts of things in his head and made him realise that there are aspects of my personality he never knew at all. And I would love to share it with him. I would like to think he could be a lovely sub but I know he would probably be a Dom instead. Shame!
Some of the things I do with P are easy to cross over with either sex. The mental domination and mental control is something that can be achieved in reality as well as online. Of course with any online relationship, there has to be absolute trust in each other. Other aspects can only be achieved 'in the flesh' so to speak such as punishment, pleasure and all points in between. But writing and reading about them here can ignite the fires within any of my readers if they think that it could happen with them and their partner whoever their partner is. If it arouses you when you read it, then it doesn't matter if it happens here between two females. It can happen with a man and a woman or two guys.
So to whom it may concern is to anyone who reads my blog: whether you are male, female, straight, gay or whatever preference you want to be. I hope you may get a kick out of it, use it for inspiration, maybe help to answer a problem or you can just enjoy it as some illicit night time reading! I am always happy to hear from anyone who wants to contact me about anything I write here. But most of all, I hope that my Viking hero gets the biggest kick of all!!!
14 December 2009
Maintaining the bond
Absence is always the hardest part of any relationship and between a D/s it is vital to maintain the link and strengthen the bond. I strived to attain this by holding weekly e-sessions. We don't have web cams so we do them via chat. Of course there is a huge element of trust on both sides, more so in P's case. I have to trust that she does as I instruct. And I do. There is no lack of intensity with our e-sessions. Friday nights became our e-session nights, real life permitting. And in the main, most Friday nights are our own special nights. As P's training progressed, I used the sessions as an opportunity for her to 'show' me exactly how she did her training. I could then control that training, even from my distance. It would be another month before P and I could be together again physically. Another thing we strove to maintain, seeing each other on a regular basis. But in between, the e-sessions were vital to keep the momentum going.
It always surprises me even now, that the e-sessions have such a deep effect on both of us. For me they are arousing as well as enabling me to take on my alter ego. I quite literally change in the way I type and what I type. Just as P says that I am totally different inside the chamber to outside when we are just as friends. For P, she feels as if I am in the room with her, watching over her every move. That I know her every thought and can anticipate her desires. I still punish her for any indiscretions, of course I save up the physical punishments for when we are together. But I can instill a sense of humiliation and contemplation of her errors quite easily. I often treat her as an errant child and get her to stand in the corner of her room, like a naughty spot. Helps to concentrate her mind perfectly. Another is the writing of lines. Always 100 of them in perfect handwriting with no mistakes. I have set this punishment twice already. It is very effective.
Here is an excerpt of her late September diary about an e-session:
"Diary – Thursday 24th September 2009
Another week has passed and tomorrow we’ll be together again. Our e-session was intense. I was nervous beforehand, just as with any physical session. I moved upstairs and set my room up, with the towels and bag, plus laptop. Waiting for you to arrive, I was excited. The thought that you were visiting me and doing the session in my room. I know you’d love the mirrors and how you could use them.
Following your instructions as if I was in the Chamber with you was exciting and felt surprisingly natural. Reading you my list continues to show me how often I get it wrong and how much I have to learn. Sometimes I just can’t help myself though. I’m sorry again about the confusion with the diary deadline. Standing in the corner was humiliating but I felt you watching me. It was arousing as well, being naked there, even though I was kicking myself for the mistakes and failings as your hussy.
You wanting to see my training surprised me, even though it made sense. I have to be aroused to be able to train and the idea that you were there for it, started it so well. Fingers felt so good, touching and stroking. To then put on the glove and start to stroke and tease was even better. Lubing the ring before sliding so easily inside, feeling the pulsing you love so much. I do curse my short arms and fingers sometimes, especially when training. First one finger then the second I wished they were yours inside me. I was getting even more aroused and was ready for more. I lubed up the plug, teased my ring with it, before starting to slowly thrust it in. You took over the movements of it and I followed the descriptions of what you were doing to me. It felt almost as good as you doing it in person, knowing you were controlling the action, even remotely.
Normally I’d follow some plug action with bullet time and get the relief I was desperate for after all that arousal. I asked to cum when I shouldn’t have done, well certainly not in the way I did. You didn’t allow it after my misdemeanours. It was very hard to just remove the plug and end the session. There was a momentary temptation to get some relief afterwards, but the thought was fleeting, you had refused it and I assumed the embargo was still in place.
I hoped that the session would have had an effect on you and that you had enjoyed it too. You confirming this the next day was a delight and relief. Thank you for removing the embargo for a few days. I’ve had two excellent sessions this week, thinking of your actions on Monday and reading my books, thinking of how far you’ve brought me since buying them in May and how much more I understand anal now. I fully understand the training recommendation side of it all now."
It always surprises me even now, that the e-sessions have such a deep effect on both of us. For me they are arousing as well as enabling me to take on my alter ego. I quite literally change in the way I type and what I type. Just as P says that I am totally different inside the chamber to outside when we are just as friends. For P, she feels as if I am in the room with her, watching over her every move. That I know her every thought and can anticipate her desires. I still punish her for any indiscretions, of course I save up the physical punishments for when we are together. But I can instill a sense of humiliation and contemplation of her errors quite easily. I often treat her as an errant child and get her to stand in the corner of her room, like a naughty spot. Helps to concentrate her mind perfectly. Another is the writing of lines. Always 100 of them in perfect handwriting with no mistakes. I have set this punishment twice already. It is very effective.
Here is an excerpt of her late September diary about an e-session:
"Diary – Thursday 24th September 2009
Another week has passed and tomorrow we’ll be together again. Our e-session was intense. I was nervous beforehand, just as with any physical session. I moved upstairs and set my room up, with the towels and bag, plus laptop. Waiting for you to arrive, I was excited. The thought that you were visiting me and doing the session in my room. I know you’d love the mirrors and how you could use them.
Following your instructions as if I was in the Chamber with you was exciting and felt surprisingly natural. Reading you my list continues to show me how often I get it wrong and how much I have to learn. Sometimes I just can’t help myself though. I’m sorry again about the confusion with the diary deadline. Standing in the corner was humiliating but I felt you watching me. It was arousing as well, being naked there, even though I was kicking myself for the mistakes and failings as your hussy.
You wanting to see my training surprised me, even though it made sense. I have to be aroused to be able to train and the idea that you were there for it, started it so well. Fingers felt so good, touching and stroking. To then put on the glove and start to stroke and tease was even better. Lubing the ring before sliding so easily inside, feeling the pulsing you love so much. I do curse my short arms and fingers sometimes, especially when training. First one finger then the second I wished they were yours inside me. I was getting even more aroused and was ready for more. I lubed up the plug, teased my ring with it, before starting to slowly thrust it in. You took over the movements of it and I followed the descriptions of what you were doing to me. It felt almost as good as you doing it in person, knowing you were controlling the action, even remotely.
Normally I’d follow some plug action with bullet time and get the relief I was desperate for after all that arousal. I asked to cum when I shouldn’t have done, well certainly not in the way I did. You didn’t allow it after my misdemeanours. It was very hard to just remove the plug and end the session. There was a momentary temptation to get some relief afterwards, but the thought was fleeting, you had refused it and I assumed the embargo was still in place.
I hoped that the session would have had an effect on you and that you had enjoyed it too. You confirming this the next day was a delight and relief. Thank you for removing the embargo for a few days. I’ve had two excellent sessions this week, thinking of your actions on Monday and reading my books, thinking of how far you’ve brought me since buying them in May and how much more I understand anal now. I fully understand the training recommendation side of it all now."
11 December 2009
The End of Summer
P came to stay on and off with me over the summer for about 3 weeks. We spent a lot of time together as friends and also exploring our bisexual relationship. That is a completely separate issue which I won't elaborate on the blog as it is about us being equals and developing a loving relationship without domination on either side. However, in the Chamber we would have one last summer fling before P left me again and it would be another month until we met again. Her diaries are always the best instrument to portray our sessions and so I leave it to her to elaborate once again...
"Diary – Friday 4th September 2009
It has been five days now since I left you and a week since our last session, already it feels so far away as do you from me. I know that 4 weeks today I will return to you but after spending half the summer with you, it has been harder than I realised or wanted to admit to myself. I miss being in your presence so much. This is a hard diary to write and I don’t really know why. Maybe I’m trying to distance myself to make being apart easier or shutting myself away.
You instructed me to be alluring and I hope the baby-doll with my best dress worked for that, it gives shape and cleavage without emphasising the areas I’m ashamed of. I was calm so quickly once I was kneeling before you, as on Sunday. You were so complimentary of my appearance. My dress was soon removed and you paid attention to my breasts, both in and out of my underwear. I’m still amazed by the sensations that you draw from them. Having me strip I was bent over and examined, this never ceases to arouse and excite me, as you inspect your property and ensure that I have followed your instructions properly. You treated me as you wanted to, your play toy, flogging my bottom, back, breasts and pussy, sensitising them deliciously to your touch. Standing behind me, pressed against my bottom, I could easily imagine being taken by you, in any way you wanted to, and treasuring every moment of it.
With my arms raised you started to play with my breasts again, flogging, stroking and striking. Then you bound them my breasts with tape, isolating them from my body, sensitising them further. You laid me on the bed, secured my wrists, blind-folded me and spread my legs. I was laid bare for your pleasure and play. You talked about me being on display and raised the subject of others seeing me like that, this excited me, I admit. You’ve mentioned sharing me or showing me off before, while it scares me it excites my sub soul that you could be proud of your sub and want to show her off.
You used toys to tease and play with me. The new anal teasing kit was wonderful, the long narrow probe sends the sensations deep without stretching me on, a curious combination. The noduled one was incredibly exciting on my clit, which was already sensitive from the pussy flogging and stroking. The final one you used actually in my anus was very arousing, especially having never had a vibrator actually inside me like that before. You expressed surprise at the size of my pink vibrator, I don’t use it internally very often, but you had told me to train my pussy as well as my anal, so I had been using it more often than I used to. I know I was wet and highly excited by your actions as it slipped in so easily, I know you said you lubed it but it was a very easy entry. Using it the way you did, you were hitting my g spot in a way I just can’t with it and it was incredible.
On my knees you focused on me with the plugs and toys. I felt so open to your touch and everything glided so deliciously smoothly in. I was in heaven, desperate for more of your attention, feeling so alive. I was ready for anything you wanted to do to me. You thrusting toys into me again brought thoughts of you taking even more ownership of my body, exciting me further. You tried the largest plug on me and I’m sorry I was unable to fully take it. I have progressed so far, I never expected to even be able to try that size any way near this soon. You said that I had over two thirds of it, perhaps by the end of the year I will be able to succeed. You’ve instructed me to train with the medium sized plug in future, which I will of course with great delight and a fully feeling than the small affords me. Although you didn’t realise, my shaking started when you returned me to my back. You are so good to be allowing me to cum in so many sessions, I am truly honoured.
The shaking shocked me as much as you this time. You had pulled so many sensations from me and every moment of it was amazing. It took a long time to come down from. There is no way I can fully pay honour to you for all you do for this unworthy sub. You make me feel as I never have before."
"Diary – Friday 4th September 2009
It has been five days now since I left you and a week since our last session, already it feels so far away as do you from me. I know that 4 weeks today I will return to you but after spending half the summer with you, it has been harder than I realised or wanted to admit to myself. I miss being in your presence so much. This is a hard diary to write and I don’t really know why. Maybe I’m trying to distance myself to make being apart easier or shutting myself away.
You instructed me to be alluring and I hope the baby-doll with my best dress worked for that, it gives shape and cleavage without emphasising the areas I’m ashamed of. I was calm so quickly once I was kneeling before you, as on Sunday. You were so complimentary of my appearance. My dress was soon removed and you paid attention to my breasts, both in and out of my underwear. I’m still amazed by the sensations that you draw from them. Having me strip I was bent over and examined, this never ceases to arouse and excite me, as you inspect your property and ensure that I have followed your instructions properly. You treated me as you wanted to, your play toy, flogging my bottom, back, breasts and pussy, sensitising them deliciously to your touch. Standing behind me, pressed against my bottom, I could easily imagine being taken by you, in any way you wanted to, and treasuring every moment of it.
With my arms raised you started to play with my breasts again, flogging, stroking and striking. Then you bound them my breasts with tape, isolating them from my body, sensitising them further. You laid me on the bed, secured my wrists, blind-folded me and spread my legs. I was laid bare for your pleasure and play. You talked about me being on display and raised the subject of others seeing me like that, this excited me, I admit. You’ve mentioned sharing me or showing me off before, while it scares me it excites my sub soul that you could be proud of your sub and want to show her off.
You used toys to tease and play with me. The new anal teasing kit was wonderful, the long narrow probe sends the sensations deep without stretching me on, a curious combination. The noduled one was incredibly exciting on my clit, which was already sensitive from the pussy flogging and stroking. The final one you used actually in my anus was very arousing, especially having never had a vibrator actually inside me like that before. You expressed surprise at the size of my pink vibrator, I don’t use it internally very often, but you had told me to train my pussy as well as my anal, so I had been using it more often than I used to. I know I was wet and highly excited by your actions as it slipped in so easily, I know you said you lubed it but it was a very easy entry. Using it the way you did, you were hitting my g spot in a way I just can’t with it and it was incredible.
On my knees you focused on me with the plugs and toys. I felt so open to your touch and everything glided so deliciously smoothly in. I was in heaven, desperate for more of your attention, feeling so alive. I was ready for anything you wanted to do to me. You thrusting toys into me again brought thoughts of you taking even more ownership of my body, exciting me further. You tried the largest plug on me and I’m sorry I was unable to fully take it. I have progressed so far, I never expected to even be able to try that size any way near this soon. You said that I had over two thirds of it, perhaps by the end of the year I will be able to succeed. You’ve instructed me to train with the medium sized plug in future, which I will of course with great delight and a fully feeling than the small affords me. Although you didn’t realise, my shaking started when you returned me to my back. You are so good to be allowing me to cum in so many sessions, I am truly honoured.
The shaking shocked me as much as you this time. You had pulled so many sensations from me and every moment of it was amazing. It took a long time to come down from. There is no way I can fully pay honour to you for all you do for this unworthy sub. You make me feel as I never have before."
Fantasies
P and I had developed a fantasy concerning P dressing up as a school girl. This was a reflection of her real life job. Both of us got more and more aroused as time went on. P collected the items of clothing she needed for her school uniform and even just the act of doing this aroused her beyond reason. In August we got the chance to finally enact our fantasy for the first time. This is P's reaction afterwards...
"Diary – Monday 24th August 2009
Yesterday we were reunited in your Chamber and it was wonderful. You had spent our previous couple of sessions reclaiming me, body and mind and now we are back. I was excited but nervous as I dressed in my uniform. Nervous because I had no idea how this session might run, but a good nervous. I knew you had cut your nails short, which led me to wonder whether you planned some pussy play this time. The toy bag was fully stocked and ready as instructed and I hadn’t touched myself since my period had started on the previous Sunday.
You were waiting for me with your back to me, wearing your delightfully short spotted dress. I’m a little concerned that when we start this way I do not always have the opportunity to kiss your hand and do not want to break one of your core rules, but of course it is always your right to change any of these. I settled into peace much faster this time waiting for you, I don’t think anything was particularly different but I know I was calmer sooner. I do love to be inspected by you, whether dressed or undressed, I find it exciting, just as it is preparing an outfit to your requirements. I made the mistake of looking at you without permission, for which I apologise again, it was a silly mistake to make. You had me remove a layer at a time, checking that I had followed every detail correctly. This was very arousing, being under your stern close scrutiny, and knowing my clothing had met your approval.
I admitted my indiscretions and received my punishment for them. Thank you for being so lenient on me. Being reduced to just my socks and standing wide-legged and bent forward knowing you were looking at me so intimately was so exciting. With my legs very wide like that I am able to maintain the position for a good length of time. You spent a long time just looking at me before inspection then spanking and flogging me, simply because I am yours and you can treat me as you wish. You know that this excites me and started to touch my pussy between series of strikes, sensitizing me as you played and stroked me. I do not know where my pain limit is but was willing to beg you for more. You know I hate to beg but I did it, I long to please you so much.
I know I can never ask for anything specific of a session but you fulfilled so many of the elements I mentioned to you earlier in the week. Restraint was certainly a major one for me, it means so much to me to be physically helpless before you, as well as mentally. Not being able to speak at all was incredibly difficult for me, I know the Chamber is not the place to chat, but the ban was so hard. Thank you for using the tape, it was incredible. The emphasis I felt my breasts had, even before you touched them, was extreme. Then to be blind-folded as well heightened my other senses. My breasts were held up and presented for your attention and you drew such intense feelings from them. You stroked, flogged, pinched them and my whole body was reduced to them. I could see nothing but imagined they were rosy with pert deep pink nipples.
Whipping my pussy was something new and I couldn’t believe how sensitive my skin became after the stroking and whipping. I felt so much more when you started to play with it. I felt very aroused and sounded very wet. The vibrator was fantastic and excited me no end. The small anal vibrator probe was delicately arousing, it transmitted light sensations inside me without me feeling stretched, which was curiously delightful. You denied me an orgasm, as is your will. I am your toy to play with, however you wish, and I love you doing so. Being permitted to worship your breasts was as always an arousing honour, even though it is not for my pleasure. My sub soul was singing with joy.
Anal play while on my back felt very different, exciting in a new way. Your use of the toys feels so much easier since my training. They slide in and out so smoothly feeling just incredible. I just love your focus on my anus, it was never a part of my body to get or even want any attention. It was curious the changes in the position of my legs made when combined with the thrusting. Then you talked about my wearing a butt plug all day, being reminded of you with every movement, this was an exciting concept. I know I can’t hold it in with my muscles alone, additional assistance will be necessary.
You held the plug inside me, rewarding me with the full feeling I’ve longed for, and started playing with my clit again. I held my lips apart for you to access me properly, loving the feeling when you played the vibrator over my clit. I’d been highly aroused for so long, the relief was immense. I had to beg for release and was delighted to, I was so desperate for it. Being driven higher and higher, you wound me up so much. I got so close and began to realise that it was becoming more and more that I would be able to cum. You found the perfect spot and kept playing with me. Then I tipped over the edge and started to convulse and you kept going. I have no idea how many times I came, it was the most intense I’ve ever known. I had to use my safe-word in the end as I just couldn’t take any more. I could feel my anal muscles contracting around the plug and it added to it all. Thank you so much for the experience. The whole session was intense and I felt so alive. You pull sensations from me I just never knew my body was capable of. The restraint and sensory deprivation heightened it all. You played with this hussy for your pleasure, using me the way you wanted to, delivering pain in perfect proportions to intensify the pleasure. I can’t truly describe how incredible it makes me feel and how fulfilling this is for me."
"Diary – Monday 24th August 2009
Yesterday we were reunited in your Chamber and it was wonderful. You had spent our previous couple of sessions reclaiming me, body and mind and now we are back. I was excited but nervous as I dressed in my uniform. Nervous because I had no idea how this session might run, but a good nervous. I knew you had cut your nails short, which led me to wonder whether you planned some pussy play this time. The toy bag was fully stocked and ready as instructed and I hadn’t touched myself since my period had started on the previous Sunday.
You were waiting for me with your back to me, wearing your delightfully short spotted dress. I’m a little concerned that when we start this way I do not always have the opportunity to kiss your hand and do not want to break one of your core rules, but of course it is always your right to change any of these. I settled into peace much faster this time waiting for you, I don’t think anything was particularly different but I know I was calmer sooner. I do love to be inspected by you, whether dressed or undressed, I find it exciting, just as it is preparing an outfit to your requirements. I made the mistake of looking at you without permission, for which I apologise again, it was a silly mistake to make. You had me remove a layer at a time, checking that I had followed every detail correctly. This was very arousing, being under your stern close scrutiny, and knowing my clothing had met your approval.
I admitted my indiscretions and received my punishment for them. Thank you for being so lenient on me. Being reduced to just my socks and standing wide-legged and bent forward knowing you were looking at me so intimately was so exciting. With my legs very wide like that I am able to maintain the position for a good length of time. You spent a long time just looking at me before inspection then spanking and flogging me, simply because I am yours and you can treat me as you wish. You know that this excites me and started to touch my pussy between series of strikes, sensitizing me as you played and stroked me. I do not know where my pain limit is but was willing to beg you for more. You know I hate to beg but I did it, I long to please you so much.
I know I can never ask for anything specific of a session but you fulfilled so many of the elements I mentioned to you earlier in the week. Restraint was certainly a major one for me, it means so much to me to be physically helpless before you, as well as mentally. Not being able to speak at all was incredibly difficult for me, I know the Chamber is not the place to chat, but the ban was so hard. Thank you for using the tape, it was incredible. The emphasis I felt my breasts had, even before you touched them, was extreme. Then to be blind-folded as well heightened my other senses. My breasts were held up and presented for your attention and you drew such intense feelings from them. You stroked, flogged, pinched them and my whole body was reduced to them. I could see nothing but imagined they were rosy with pert deep pink nipples.
Whipping my pussy was something new and I couldn’t believe how sensitive my skin became after the stroking and whipping. I felt so much more when you started to play with it. I felt very aroused and sounded very wet. The vibrator was fantastic and excited me no end. The small anal vibrator probe was delicately arousing, it transmitted light sensations inside me without me feeling stretched, which was curiously delightful. You denied me an orgasm, as is your will. I am your toy to play with, however you wish, and I love you doing so. Being permitted to worship your breasts was as always an arousing honour, even though it is not for my pleasure. My sub soul was singing with joy.
Anal play while on my back felt very different, exciting in a new way. Your use of the toys feels so much easier since my training. They slide in and out so smoothly feeling just incredible. I just love your focus on my anus, it was never a part of my body to get or even want any attention. It was curious the changes in the position of my legs made when combined with the thrusting. Then you talked about my wearing a butt plug all day, being reminded of you with every movement, this was an exciting concept. I know I can’t hold it in with my muscles alone, additional assistance will be necessary.
You held the plug inside me, rewarding me with the full feeling I’ve longed for, and started playing with my clit again. I held my lips apart for you to access me properly, loving the feeling when you played the vibrator over my clit. I’d been highly aroused for so long, the relief was immense. I had to beg for release and was delighted to, I was so desperate for it. Being driven higher and higher, you wound me up so much. I got so close and began to realise that it was becoming more and more that I would be able to cum. You found the perfect spot and kept playing with me. Then I tipped over the edge and started to convulse and you kept going. I have no idea how many times I came, it was the most intense I’ve ever known. I had to use my safe-word in the end as I just couldn’t take any more. I could feel my anal muscles contracting around the plug and it added to it all. Thank you so much for the experience. The whole session was intense and I felt so alive. You pull sensations from me I just never knew my body was capable of. The restraint and sensory deprivation heightened it all. You played with this hussy for your pleasure, using me the way you wanted to, delivering pain in perfect proportions to intensify the pleasure. I can’t truly describe how incredible it makes me feel and how fulfilling this is for me."
Reclaiming her...Part 2
And now my side of the story.......
"Dear Hussy
I hesitate to try to put words to paper but feel compelled to, even if they don’t make sense. I admit to feeling nervous being back in the chamber and wondered whether I could still command your respect and submission. I know it’s what you want to do but if you have no confidence in me as your Lady, it won’t work. I had the plan in my head but also wanted things to flow naturally too. Above all I had an overwhelming urge to reclaim you. Eight weeks is a long time apart (not as long as some people have to endure) and I needed to exert my presence over you. I know I may have been rough but I hope it wasn’t unpleasant for you.
I felt your arousal at being so physically reclaimed especially when on the chair. That one word has been exciting you for days I’m sure. I wanted you to feel the pleasure and pain of your submission. Your suitable punishment for your list of indiscretions was suitable and swiftly dealt with. And I made sure you were completely absolved. I didn’t want to repeat that mistake again.
But before that I made sure I inspected you, bending you over not just to my will but physically. So you were on full display. With nothing to hide and nowhere to hide. Such a wondrous sight to behold. My shining hussy with her shining pussy. Then using the chair to impose my will on you. I know I may have been rough but I hope I wasn’t hurtful. I felt your arousal at my hand slaps, the way I made you tell me what I owned, the flogging of your breasts and nipples. As part of reclaiming you, I made you worship my feet which you are immensely good at. I couldn’t resist you worshipping other parts of me, as I flaunted my body at you. Showing my panties, making you honour my body. I wanted to use you...I wanted you to remember my scent, my skin, my power and my dominance over you. Finally I ended with some new anal exploration. Using my fingers to prime you first, before using the anal beads. I know it was affecting you and I wanted you to experience them to the full. Literally. So I was able to use you and for you to understand just what it meant.
Afterwards your tears were unexpected and yet expected. I hope I cared and soothed you enough. I was lost for words but hope I showed how much I care and love you. I hope it was just a release of all the pent up emotions and not as a result of my ministrations to you. This may not be a long expression of my feelings but I trust it shows you how deep they run and how important it is for me to reassert myself over you. And I will continue to do this until you look up at me from the floor with those lovely eyes of yours and I will know you want me to use you for my own pleasure.
Until then, I remain your Lady x"
"Dear Hussy
I hesitate to try to put words to paper but feel compelled to, even if they don’t make sense. I admit to feeling nervous being back in the chamber and wondered whether I could still command your respect and submission. I know it’s what you want to do but if you have no confidence in me as your Lady, it won’t work. I had the plan in my head but also wanted things to flow naturally too. Above all I had an overwhelming urge to reclaim you. Eight weeks is a long time apart (not as long as some people have to endure) and I needed to exert my presence over you. I know I may have been rough but I hope it wasn’t unpleasant for you.
I felt your arousal at being so physically reclaimed especially when on the chair. That one word has been exciting you for days I’m sure. I wanted you to feel the pleasure and pain of your submission. Your suitable punishment for your list of indiscretions was suitable and swiftly dealt with. And I made sure you were completely absolved. I didn’t want to repeat that mistake again.
But before that I made sure I inspected you, bending you over not just to my will but physically. So you were on full display. With nothing to hide and nowhere to hide. Such a wondrous sight to behold. My shining hussy with her shining pussy. Then using the chair to impose my will on you. I know I may have been rough but I hope I wasn’t hurtful. I felt your arousal at my hand slaps, the way I made you tell me what I owned, the flogging of your breasts and nipples. As part of reclaiming you, I made you worship my feet which you are immensely good at. I couldn’t resist you worshipping other parts of me, as I flaunted my body at you. Showing my panties, making you honour my body. I wanted to use you...I wanted you to remember my scent, my skin, my power and my dominance over you. Finally I ended with some new anal exploration. Using my fingers to prime you first, before using the anal beads. I know it was affecting you and I wanted you to experience them to the full. Literally. So I was able to use you and for you to understand just what it meant.
Afterwards your tears were unexpected and yet expected. I hope I cared and soothed you enough. I was lost for words but hope I showed how much I care and love you. I hope it was just a release of all the pent up emotions and not as a result of my ministrations to you. This may not be a long expression of my feelings but I trust it shows you how deep they run and how important it is for me to reassert myself over you. And I will continue to do this until you look up at me from the floor with those lovely eyes of yours and I will know you want me to use you for my own pleasure.
Until then, I remain your Lady x"
Reclaiming her...
First I apologise for my tardiness with regard to the blog. Real life has invaded my time over the last few months and prevented me from updating it as I have wanted to. However, I will now remedy that. I am still progressing with P, in fact things have moved on quite a lot. But I still want to share how we have got to where we are now. Back in July we met up for the first time in many, many weeks. There was a lot of catching up to do. Both our diaries reflected how we dealt with the flood of emotion when we were finally reunited in my Chamber. P's side of things first...
"Diary – Monday 27th July 2009
We are finally together again and it has felt so long now. Arriving on Saturday and being in your arms again felt like I had returned home. I missed you more than I can express in words. Yesterday’s session was so special to me, while all of them are this meant more after the extended absence. I was actually ready early for once and was flicking through my ‘Bottom’ book, finding the ‘preparing yourself for a session’ passages. They helped to calm me and get back to the frame of mind. They reminded me that it’s normal to feel pent-up and nervous before and that this was a good thing. To finally knock on the door and kneel before you was wonderful. My heart was racing and I hardly dared glance around the Chamber. The room smelled wonderful and as I knelt I could see your beautiful legs and feet again.
I know I have problems speaking to you in the Chamber, I just get so tongue-tied in your presence. Despite this it is where I long to be. Oh when you first touched me just to stroke my face I could hardly breathe I was so happy. To be examined and inspected, to hope I pleased you. I couldn’t resist the frilly panties. I could have kicked myself for not presenting my list to you properly, I’ve no idea what I was thinking of then. My punishment was justly deserved and thank you for absolving me after it. Yes it was arousing though, even if you were unable to see the evidence for yourself, you know your hussy too well.
Bent over being inspected by you was humiliating but so exciting. Knowing there was absolutely no hiding from you, that I was completely exposed to your gaze. No-one has looked at me the way you do and it is incredibly arousing. You are inspecting your property as is your right and only you can, reclaiming my body part by part. The new little razor is excellent for the more awkward little spots, if I realise that there is hair to remove there. You appear to enjoy my pony-tail and the potential it offers you for control. Unless you require it otherwise, I’ll continue to present my hair like this. It did feel uncomfortable at times when you were, but nothing to consider using my safe-word for.
Sitting on the chair was exciting. You’ve hinted at your possible plans for using a chair and I really enjoyed it. Sitting with my back so straight presenting my breasts for your pleasure and use, which you did so delightfully. It was delicious pain/pleasure you created for them, clamping and flogging them. I do love the attention you pay to them. It makes me feel so alive and amazed that I feel so much, no matter how many times you do it.
The opportunity to be allowed to worship you was overwhelming. I adore the sight of my Lady but never expect to deserve to gaze upon you, which I why I wasn’t able to all the time. Worshiping your beautiful feet aroused me no end, then to have the honour of kissing your bum, so gloriously presented in those lacy panties, was incredible. Such smooth firm flesh waiting to be honoured and pleasured. I know it was not for my pleasure but it did bring it, I can only hope you enjoyed it too.
Then you reclaimed my anus. I can’t describe how happy I was or how good it felt to have your fingers inside of me again, reclaiming the virginity that was all yours last time. It felt like they slide in so easily, like they belong within me. It took a few moments for me to realise what you were then using on me. You asked why I was afraid when you took some of the anal toys from our toy box, it is only the fear and nerves of the unknown. I know that I am completely safe in your hands, I trust you absolutely. I always have a small fear of the unknown though but I’ve learnt to try and not let it stop me. The beads felt a little odd at first, so different from a plug, with the constantly changing size, but you knew how to bring pleasure with them and you did. I am so lucky to have a Lady who is experienced like this. I never expected to be able to take the whole string the first time and while I was loving the fuller deeper feeling, hadn’t realised I almost had. That final bead was intoxicating and a feeling of triumph when you told me. I’m starting to understand how a woman could orgasm from anal play. There were just so many sensations and so much to enjoy, it was all I could do to control my breathing and stay up. I have long said that I am yours to use and you did, I was just a toy to play with, the effect on me was immense.
I started to shake while I was having a drink, I have no idea why. I wasn’t cold or in pain or even discomfort, the experience had been incredible. When you started to comfort me, the tears surprised me as much as they did you. They were not caused by pain. I think it was the separation, the happiness of being back in your Chamber again and the intensity of the session. You were so calming, so soothing, it was just hard to stop. You are always so caring at the end and I feel cherished. I always know that I belong to you but after yesterday I feel it more keenly than ever. I know you will never move at a faster pace than you feel I am ready for, this is part of why I trust you so absolutely as my glorious generous Lady."
"Diary – Monday 27th July 2009
We are finally together again and it has felt so long now. Arriving on Saturday and being in your arms again felt like I had returned home. I missed you more than I can express in words. Yesterday’s session was so special to me, while all of them are this meant more after the extended absence. I was actually ready early for once and was flicking through my ‘Bottom’ book, finding the ‘preparing yourself for a session’ passages. They helped to calm me and get back to the frame of mind. They reminded me that it’s normal to feel pent-up and nervous before and that this was a good thing. To finally knock on the door and kneel before you was wonderful. My heart was racing and I hardly dared glance around the Chamber. The room smelled wonderful and as I knelt I could see your beautiful legs and feet again.
I know I have problems speaking to you in the Chamber, I just get so tongue-tied in your presence. Despite this it is where I long to be. Oh when you first touched me just to stroke my face I could hardly breathe I was so happy. To be examined and inspected, to hope I pleased you. I couldn’t resist the frilly panties. I could have kicked myself for not presenting my list to you properly, I’ve no idea what I was thinking of then. My punishment was justly deserved and thank you for absolving me after it. Yes it was arousing though, even if you were unable to see the evidence for yourself, you know your hussy too well.
Bent over being inspected by you was humiliating but so exciting. Knowing there was absolutely no hiding from you, that I was completely exposed to your gaze. No-one has looked at me the way you do and it is incredibly arousing. You are inspecting your property as is your right and only you can, reclaiming my body part by part. The new little razor is excellent for the more awkward little spots, if I realise that there is hair to remove there. You appear to enjoy my pony-tail and the potential it offers you for control. Unless you require it otherwise, I’ll continue to present my hair like this. It did feel uncomfortable at times when you were, but nothing to consider using my safe-word for.
Sitting on the chair was exciting. You’ve hinted at your possible plans for using a chair and I really enjoyed it. Sitting with my back so straight presenting my breasts for your pleasure and use, which you did so delightfully. It was delicious pain/pleasure you created for them, clamping and flogging them. I do love the attention you pay to them. It makes me feel so alive and amazed that I feel so much, no matter how many times you do it.
The opportunity to be allowed to worship you was overwhelming. I adore the sight of my Lady but never expect to deserve to gaze upon you, which I why I wasn’t able to all the time. Worshiping your beautiful feet aroused me no end, then to have the honour of kissing your bum, so gloriously presented in those lacy panties, was incredible. Such smooth firm flesh waiting to be honoured and pleasured. I know it was not for my pleasure but it did bring it, I can only hope you enjoyed it too.
Then you reclaimed my anus. I can’t describe how happy I was or how good it felt to have your fingers inside of me again, reclaiming the virginity that was all yours last time. It felt like they slide in so easily, like they belong within me. It took a few moments for me to realise what you were then using on me. You asked why I was afraid when you took some of the anal toys from our toy box, it is only the fear and nerves of the unknown. I know that I am completely safe in your hands, I trust you absolutely. I always have a small fear of the unknown though but I’ve learnt to try and not let it stop me. The beads felt a little odd at first, so different from a plug, with the constantly changing size, but you knew how to bring pleasure with them and you did. I am so lucky to have a Lady who is experienced like this. I never expected to be able to take the whole string the first time and while I was loving the fuller deeper feeling, hadn’t realised I almost had. That final bead was intoxicating and a feeling of triumph when you told me. I’m starting to understand how a woman could orgasm from anal play. There were just so many sensations and so much to enjoy, it was all I could do to control my breathing and stay up. I have long said that I am yours to use and you did, I was just a toy to play with, the effect on me was immense.
I started to shake while I was having a drink, I have no idea why. I wasn’t cold or in pain or even discomfort, the experience had been incredible. When you started to comfort me, the tears surprised me as much as they did you. They were not caused by pain. I think it was the separation, the happiness of being back in your Chamber again and the intensity of the session. You were so calming, so soothing, it was just hard to stop. You are always so caring at the end and I feel cherished. I always know that I belong to you but after yesterday I feel it more keenly than ever. I know you will never move at a faster pace than you feel I am ready for, this is part of why I trust you so absolutely as my glorious generous Lady."
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