Something old, something new

29 January 2011 - after a lovely day out in the countryside, where we were also able to take some great photos (some of which are posted on my Fetlife account), my thoughts turned to other things.  The great outdoors had fired up my mojo.  In the morning I had told P to buy a wooden hairbrush.  She calmly told me that she already had one which used to belong to her mum.  I smiled broadly as I could only think of the wonderful ways I could corrupt it.  So on our return, after we ate and refuelled ourselves, I took P upstairs.  But first I asked if she had ice.  Puzzled she said yes.  I told her to take some upstairs with her.  I ordered her to change into something suitable and she chose a lovely black bra and panty set with a bob tail.  I inspected her as I always did to ensure she was shaved and nude.  Then I ordered her across my lap as I sat on her bed.

First I needed to punish her for her late journal.  It was 18 minutes late.  I had the hairbrush ready.  I was looking forward to this.  I told her what would happen, 18 spanks.  The sound of wood on skin is something totally different.  And the effect on her bum was immediate.  She jumped and panted on my lap as I gave out her sharp spanking.  Her skin turned bright red as the hairbrush took its toll.  I could imagine the sting and pain it gave as I alternated across each bum cheek.  When the punishment had ended, P thanked me as she always did.  Then I turned the brush over and dragged the bristles across the sore skin.  P jumped again and inhaled deeply.  The bristles were soft and fine, but I knew that the contact on her sore skin would be incredible.  I carried on spanking her, alternating with bristle dragging.  I opened her thighs and spanked lightly inside and over her sweet spot, that crease where the bottom ends and the upper thighs begin.  The redness increased with the skin's tenderness.  I teased and tested my Hussy to her limits.  I asked her if she liked it.  "Yes."  She breathed.  I asked her if she was excited.  "Yes."  She replied.  I asked her if it made her wet.  "Yes."  I felt between her thighs and could feel her wetness.  Poor Hussy.  She was struggling with the pleasure/pain sensations.  Do you want more?  I asked.  There was a pause, hesitation.  I repeated my question.  "Yes.'"  She replied.  I smiled.  I continued with the hairbrush spanking, ensuring her whole bum glowed with heat.  Dragging the bristles made her gasp and writhe on my lap.  In between I took ice cubes and rubbed them over her skin.  Her reaction was instant.  She bucked and moaned as the cold hit her hot skin.  Then I would spank her wet, sore skin which only made the spanks sound different.  They became more intense for her.  I saw that she rubbed her face into the pillow and I knew I had spanked her to tears.  Something that always gave me a buzz.

I decided she had taken enough of the hairbrush.  I ordered her to stand.  I had already attached wrist and ankle restraints to each of the four corners of her bed.  I told her to lay a large towel on the bed and lay face up.  I fixed her wrists and ankles so she was spreadeagled for me.  Then I blindfolded her.  This was the moment I had planned for.  Something new.  P had no idea what I was going to do which only added to my adrenalin rush.  I took out my candle pack and lit the first one.  I lifted it about 2 feet above her body and waited for the wax to melt.  Then it started to drip.  The molten wax dropped onto her body one splash at a time.  P gasped audibly and writhed in her bonds unable to move.  I started at her tummy and worked my way up to her breasts judging which areas were more sensitive than others.  I watched the wax cool and harden.  As it did so, P's skin tightened and puckered and the edges around the wax turned pink.  I blew out the candle and took an ice cube.  I rubbed it lightly over the waxed skin and P felt an entirely different set of sensations.  Fire and Ice.  I let the ice melt over her body.  P groaned and panted breathless in her bonds.

I lit the candle again and dripped some more wax onto her body.  I aimed for her heaving breasts, layering the wax over her nipples so they turned opaque.  For P it was sensation and emotion overload.  Her nipples became rigid from the hardening wax.  Again I applied ice to her sensitised skin and smiled as she writhed and moaned on the bed.  Occasionally she shivered as the ice affected her so I would cover her with a spare towel between times to keep her warm.  I uncovered her to start again, dripping the wax down her tummy which caused her to yelp softly.  It was very much a learning curve for both of us.  I dripped some on her bare pussy which made her yelp louder so I stopped.  I placed the ice on her tummy, popping it into her belly button before sliding it down her pussy.  I let it rest and melt on her clit hood.  It was delicious to watch as drops of cold water disappeared down her pussy.  P squirmed and mewed on the bed.  I fell in love with this exquisite game of intimate torture which patterned P's body like cracked opaque glass.

I gauged when to end the session.  I untied P's wrists and ankles before removing her blindfold.  She adjusted to the soft lighting around her.  Then she looked down at her body and laughed softly.  It was an encouraging response to the session.  Her breasts were smothered, nipples encased so much they were stiff peaks of wax, her tummy was splattered and tiny rivers of wax had been created that ran down to her pussy.  Her eyes sparkled at the sight.  Together we began to scrape the wax off her body.  Soon there was a sizeable pile of it on the towel.  We scooped it up and disposed of it.  Then I held P softly in my arms, cuddling and cradling her.  It has been quite an experience for both of us.  I asked if she was ok and she assured me she was.  I knew she had been slightly overwhelmed and wanted to reassure her as well as myself.  I felt her relax.  I knew it would have been an odd session for her as there was a distinct lack of physical contact with me.  But that didn't stop it being a dynamic session and one that stretched P to her limits.

For a couple of hours, we had explored new and wonderful territories with something old - the fabulous wooden hairbrush, and something new - wax and ice.  And I want to do it again and again.  With wax I want to master it and be able to use it to its full potential.  To cover her body with different colours.  But most of all I want to push P's limits, get her to experience and embrace new sensations.  And I want her to love it as much as I do.

28 January 2011

Left my home 09:06
Arrived at P's house 13:10
Settled in, ate lunch which she had kindly provided for me
Had a secret bath
Scrubbed, shaved, cleansed, moisturised
Prepare bedroom for romantic surprise
P arrives home 15:35
Allow her to wind down, drink tea, chat about her day
Cuddle with her cats on the sofa
Lots of kisses
17:15 take her upstairs
Bed covered in scented rose petals, light candles, close curtains
**use your own imagination for the next two and a half hours**
19:45 go back downstairs for dinner
Watch TV
Eat fish finger sandwiches, potato wedges and mayo
Drink tea
I smoke
Another bath
My hussy serves me while I bath
Drink Bucks Fizz in the bath, how decadent
Allow my hussy a glass of Bucks Fizz for being a good girl
Leave bath
She helps me dry, put on bath robe
Go downstairs
Chill out and relax
Plan our next day
I smoke
We go to bed
Drink the rest of the Bucks Fizz in bed while snuggled up under the duvet
Turn out lights
Spoon together in bed
Bliss...

Shiny Shiny

There was one item that had lain undisturbed in P's toy box.  She'd purchased it a few months back and I had often looked at it in it's box.  But somehow, it had never been the right moment to try it out on her.  I wanted it to be special, for both of us but especially for my hussy.  As once it had been used, it would start a new chapter in one part of her training.  The new, unused, virgin item was a shiny steel pink jewelled butt plug.  And it's intended use is to train P to wear it for extended periods of time.  So I chose the new year to be the time to introduce this.

Of course there is always an initial apprehension that the plug won't do its job e.g. remain in place.  Though having researched these kind of plugs for a while, I was confident that the one P had purchased was fit for purpose.  I warmed P up in this session with my usual breast/nipple torture which she obviously enjoys as well as some mild spanking.  Well mild in terms of some I've done!  Once P was suitably excited and in her sub zone, I ordered her onto the bed on to her hands and knees.  I much prefer to insert butt plugs from this angle as it tends to provide deeper penetration and ensures maximum sensitivity for P.  As always I started with one of her plugs just to pave the way.  I deliberately used the curved, rippled one which I know remains stubbornly in place.  I made sure I only used enough lube for the job as P's anus is now suitably stretched and trained to take this particular style and size of plug.  The only one that she can't stretch to is the largest one in her trio set.  But to be honest, I don't think it's the size of the plug that matters, more the shape, style and whether it holds inside the anus without recourse to other assistance.

I told P to stand, walk around, kneel, stand up again and generally get used to the feeling and fullness that the plug evoked.  I could tell she was excited to be using and wearing it again.  Then I ordered her to assume her usual position on the bed so I could remove it.  Next I opened the box and took out the wondrous shiny, shiny butt plug.  I smiled though P couldn't see my smile.  I applied the bare minimum of lube as her anus was well lubricated already.  The steel was incredibly cold which would only add to the sensations.  Then I parted her butt cheeks and slowly applied pressure to insert it.  At first it seemed stubborn then there was a glorious pop noise as her anus opened up and seemed to swallow it whole.  I continued to gently push on it until the pink jewelled end settled nicely over her rosette.  Carefully I let go of her bum cheeks and allowed everything to settle down.  P had gasped and moaned as the plug had been swallowed up by her anus.  The cold steel obviously making its presence felt.

Now for the moment of truth.  I told her to stand up.  Slowly she did so.  Success.  The plug remain firmly in place.  Again I told her to walk around, kneel down, stand up again and finally bend over to present her sparkly anus to me.  P parted her bum cheeks to expose herself to me.  The pink faceted stone twinkled brightly under the chamber lights.  We were both so pleased.  I told her to turn around and look for herself in my large mirror.  She seemed to be fascinated to see it there.  P explained that the cold steel was warming up inside her.  The sensations were almost overwhelming for her as she walked around, feeling the plug firmly settled in her anus.  She felt full, aroused and excited as she could feel it move as she moved around.  And there was no sign of the plug failing.

After twenty minutes, I decided that was long enough for her to wear it on a first outing.  So with some regret on both sides, I removed the plug.  I instructed P to wear it daily (as long as she was able to do so) for up to an hour every day.  I wanted her to become accustomed to prolonged wear of the plug that I would gradually increase until I was confident she could wear it for several hours without fear of it failing.  So I'm really hoping we'll be able to go out shopping one day in the future with her wearing some unseen jewellery which only bonds her to me even more.

Shiny shiny...