Gift

As I mentioned a few days ago, my Master and Princess have been on holiday and their plan was to finish their trip off by coming to mine on their return and stretching her further. Oh and I’d been promised a present as well.

 

I am absolutely loving my life at the moment but if I was being greedy, I’ve missed directly submitting to my Master just as much recently and I was instantly thrilled to see him start to set up a scene based around it.

Princess was to come to my house first so that I could dress her and tie her blindfolded to the bed. I would kneel on the floor beside her and we would both wait for him to arrive at 6.15pm.

She is not very good at delayed gratification and while I could kneel for hours and wait because it turns me on so much, I could see that within a minute or so of silence she was itching to ask the equivalent of ‘are we there yet?’

And my Master knows her so very well that at exactly 6.15pm he messaged me to say that I was to tell Princess that I wasn’t allowed to speak to her again until I’d come. He was going to come round and ignore her until I’d come round his cock as she’d had his cock to herself all week.

I gave her the order and then waited so quietly for him to arrive that I knew she couldn’t tell if anyone was in the room. I could see her squirm and her hand brush across her cunt and then back to her sides.

Then my Master ordered me to blindfold myself and I was able to wait for him in that sense of submission and anticipation that makes my cunt drip. I listen out for any noise he makes when he arrives but he’s almost as silent as me.

Next thing I know he’s standing in front of me and his cock is in my mouth before bending me over the bed and fucking me as I leaned over Princess’s legs. She could only hear what was happening until he turned me round face first into her cunt and got me to lick as he fucked me again.

Somewhere in the middle of thanking him for the orgasm he’d just given me, he pulled my leg back and lifted my knee and gave me my present as he slipped the strap on and harness onto me so I could start fucking Princess…

 

Gift

Collar

I’m so glad last year was the year I decided to start keeping a diary because it’s fascinating looking back and seeing what stage my training from my Master was back then. In amongst the details of the rest of my life, it makes me smile to see the tasks he had set me and how I reacted to them.

It’s hard to believe that the biggest one of all was exactly a year ago when he gave me my collar. Traditionally a physical collar worn around the neck, in the D/s community it is a sign of commitment and ownership.

In offering a collar a dominant agrees to take on the responsibility and care inherent in owning another person and in accepting a collar, the submissive agrees to respect and serve their dominant.

Within protocols there are different types of collars and the exact significance varies within each relationship, but it is a high honour often regarded as similar to the level of commitment suggested by an engagement ring in non D/s relationships.

I had never heard of this aspect of the collar and assumed they were simply a rather hot prop that got used in BDSM play because it looked good and was a fun way to denote roles. Also a lot of my kinky friends are into pet play so I never looked beyond the surface style. I just liked the look of black leather.

I was also distracted by the tasks my Master was setting. They were increasingly complicated and intense and demanding of my attention. I loved them. I was still seeing other people apart from him but he was the only person holding my attention past their cock being hard.

He combined the two aspects by setting me a challenge to put an online ad on a hook up site saying I was a submissive cock sucking slut and suck three men’s cocks in a week. My reward if I completed the task was that he would collar me.

Unaware of what that meant, I was slightly nervous to whether this was a genuine reward or simply something else challenging. After Googling it all on his orders, I discovered it was both at the same time.

To say that I had never done commitment before in my life sounds like an understatement but in reality I’d never so much as left a toothbrush at a man’s house before. The idea of significant jewellery was so far outside my comprehension that I simply concentrated on sucking cock instead.

I completed my task with a male stripper I was dating, a total stranger from online with good dirty talk who turned out to know several people in common and a cute guy who turned out to have an equally cute cock and a distinctly un-cute attitude to slutty girls.

The collar wasn’t mentioned again for several months which in some ways suited me nicely so I could slowly acclimatise myself to the whole idea of commitment without panicking and running away.

I concentrated on tracking down somewhere to get my clit piercing instead and somehow I wasn’t surprised when my Master told me it would be my collar. Body modification suited me better than wearing an external item and I guessed we’d both enjoy the results.

On the day of the piercing my Master came round to see me before and brought me a gift of the John Holmes toy which he fucked me with before coming in my mouth and sending me off to the piercer thinking of him.

The actual piercing was surprisingly easy, hurting less and being quicker than most bikini waxes I’ve had. I loved the look of the piercing immediately although it took a few weeks to get used to the feel of it both day to day and sexually.

I loved how excited it made my Master though and that told me that I had done exactly the right thing agreeing to being owned by him. It’s hard to believe how much has developed since then but the fact I’ve only had the teeniest tiniest wobble about commitment in that time and managed to build upon it tells me that permanently changing for my body for my Master was the best decision I’ve ever made…

Collar

True Friendship

I only owned two sex toys before I met my Master: a tiny basic vibrator from Lovehoney and my wand. I was so ambivalent about sex toys I’d only bought one of them in fact and barely used either toy much.

Part of this is because my first love for orgasms has always been a hand rather than a toy. My Master has taken both techniques up a notch in the time I’ve known him though and it’s hard to remember that I didn’t always love my wand like I do now.

In fact I was so disinterested in sex toys at that stage, my wand was actually a birthday present from a friend. Designed to encourage me to its charms and away from finding strange men to fuck when I wanted an orgasm, it was an interesting gift to open in a restaurant.

Its appearance was met with a mix of hushed reverence and gleeful lust that gave me a new insight into several friends’ interests and some very high expectations for it. I ended up using it that night when the man I was seeing stood me up.

I’m not sure if it was the circumstances or the hype but the first time I used it was utterly underwhelming. I’m not even sure if I came, but it didn’t make up for sleeping alone that night.

I know I used it again, more than once, between then and meeting my Master but I don’t remember being blown away by it until he came on the scene and then I fell hard for the wand and its charms, even momentarily blacking out the first time my Master put it inside me on full power and made me come.

It also made me ejaculate for the first time and squirt with another person when Princess and I used it together recently. It never fails to get me off now and I remain fascinated by the variety of ways it can be used on anyone (men included.)

In fact I love it so much, the time has come for me to introduce a friend to it by buying her one for herself. I’m cooking her lunch today and passing her present on, bought while they are on offer on Lovehoney and while I had 25% off anything on the site as well.

I haven’t bothered making dessert as I’m expecting her to make an excuse about having a lot of work to do and leaving early once she sees what her gift is though…

True Friendship

Reading List

I was amused to get texts from my Master last night that he and Princess were in a hotel watching the Fifty Shades of Grey film and drinking steadily to numb the awfulness of it. He declared it the least sexy he’d ever seen and asked had I watched it.

I’m still not entirely recovered from the fact my Master set me the task to read all three books in the Fifty Shades trilogy a few months ago. I never worked out if it was a punishment for something or simply showing me just how appalling a representation of a D/s relationship the book really is.

Either way I read all fifteen hundred pages and didn’t get wet once. I kept waiting for the kink to actually start, but instead it was all materialism, marriage and babies rather than anything taboo breaking.

The only thing my inner goddess learned was that I’m really not wired to enjoy vanilla sex. I need kink to keep my interest both mentally and sexually. It’s slightly frustrating to have learned that my kink is D/s just as such a bad representation of it hits the mainstream, but also useful to have that confirmation that I need my sex more complicated.

My Master asked me to give Princess a reading list of other books that show D/s in a better light and these are all ones I’ve read and enjoyed enough to either get wet or squirm at reading in a public place:

The Secret Life of a Submissive by Sarah K: ignore the Fifty Shades style marketing and the fact it’s a Sunday Times bestseller. It’s better and raunchier than you’d expect from both. There’s an excellent scene in a wood that you’ll certainly remember.

The Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan: a proper girl next door discovers submission in real life with none of the magic thinking of Fifty Shades. Good on the whole why do I enjoy submitting if I’m an independent woman dilemma and the why do I enjoy domination if I’m a nice man question.

No Ordinary Love Story by Sophie Morgan: the sequel to the book above I found this much much hotter. I’d only bother going on holiday again if the mini break is like the one in this book…

My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets by Girl on the Net: I love love love GoTN’s writing. If you don’t read her blog, start right now and then buy the book. Absolutely filthy, it’s funny and slutty but never show offy. There’s a good mix of submission and emotion and I think there’s a couple of scenes I knew off by heart at one point such was their effect on me.

How a Bad Girl Fell In Love by Girl on the Net: another sequel, it talks a lot about submission in a relationship and how you keep on doing it with the same person without losing interest. Not at all soppy, it’s pretty sexy in places too.

Bound to You by Nichi Hodgson: rebranded to cash in on the Christian Grey bandwagon, this is another real life account of discovering D/s this time through sex work. It gets shitty reviews from people expecting more Fifty Shades so you can tell it’s worth a read.

On My Knees by Kristina Lloyd: a book of short stories on submission. I must have read the one involving a Sharpie and a set of hotel sheets at least ten times and never failed to get wet instantly.

Hopefully Princess will find something there she enjoys and my Master won’t have to punish me with the film. Although I’m struggling with this enforced abstinence while they are on holiday and it might work better than a cold shower…

 

Reading List

Cool As A…

2 cucumbers

I haven’t had much luck so far with my Master’s bottle challenge. I think it’s tricky to do you yourself with the angles of your own arms and the flat base of a bottle anyway, but also I’m a little out of practice as it’s been a while since I took a fist.

It’s also achingly stifling hot here in London and I want something cooling in my hot cunt right now. I’m irritable from the heat and the lack of orgasms and something chilled sliding into me immediately lifts my mood.

Luckily I found this squat cucumber in my local market the other day to fill that need. Shorter than the type you put in your sandwiches, but much more girthy, it’s exactly what I need to stretch me out again before my Master and Princess are back…

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Holidays

Princess bottle

In the olden days you got a postcard from people when they were away, but the modern world allows your Master to send you Whatsapp videos of him fucking his wife with a cider bottle instead. All I had to do was add the sentiment ‘wish you were here’ myself.

Princess was stretched wider than I’ve ever seen her. Quite a leap from the pighole to a 330ml bottle but she’d managed it extremely well being fucked to a screaming orgasm and managing to leave me a voicemail in the process.

I was particularly impressed as I’ve never managed to take a bottle like this myself. I’ve fucked larger objects as you can tell from my Clips 4 Sale store but something about the shape of the flat base on a bottle has always defeated me.

So it was lucky I was drinking a cold beer in bed when my Master messaged me and set me this as a challenge to try while they are still away. I’m a little nervous as I think I’m a little out of practice on stretching at the moment but I think the submission will help.

I’d be interested to see if anyone else can manage the challenge and send me photos of it to encourage me though…

Holidays