Polish and Shine

I think regular readers of the blog know I have a thing about painted nails. I feel undressed and exposed not having my nails immaculately painted at all times. A little chip else is like being as undone as a ladder in my tights or discovering I spilt toothpaste on my top and have to wear it all day.

I’ve loved nail polish since I was a child. It was the ‘acceptable’ femme indicator in a country where make up beyond a little powder and lipstick for church were ‘fast’. It also had the glamour of the city that sat much more comfortably with me than the scrubbed bare hands of the side of my family who were farmers.

Every single year for Christmas I asked Father Christmas for a bottle of pink Tinkerbell nail polish which could be peeled off and didn’t make the whole nail polish thing seem quite so adult to actual adults. Santa clearly had opinions about the subject though because he never noticed that bit on my letter.

So when I was old enough to start going shopping down the town on my own at the age of about eleven or twelve, the first thing I bought was a bottle of black nail polish. I wore it religiously throughout my teens even if I had to pull my sleeves down to hide it from teachers and relatives who couldn’t decide if it symbolised Satan or sluttiness.

I still fall back on black nail polish as a perennial favourite nearly thirty years later but since I started blogging here I’ve branched out to appreciate the power of perfect red nails too. Not just on me either, but on Princess’s fingers too interspersed with orders that proved I was definitely on the side of slutdom not Satan all along.

It’s hot to paint her nails (and this fantastic piece from Tits and Test Tubes on using nail polish to domme a girl made me very tempted to give Princess festive red tipped fingers this week) and I do love the impact a little extra colour adds to fucking myself. But it never occurred to me if there’s dominance in painting nails, there’s submission too.

Until I found myself painting Sir’s nails the other night that was and then it was as crystal clear to me as the best top coat in town. He and Princess were trying out Torture Garden to see if it was smutty and slutty enough for us to play at and in absence of being able to go with them, I had offered to help them dress up.

Sir’s make up needed the edge of nail polish to tie everything together to make sure it was an outfit not a costume. Black latex top, black leather shorts, stockings, suspenders, the sharpest pair of black boots I’ve seen in years and black eye make up that shimmered dark green if you looked closely. The nails just capped it all off.

I didn’t expect that sitting across a table from Sir fully clothed with a tiny bottle of beetle black nail polish in my hands would be one of the most submissive things I’ve ever done. I didn’t touch anything except his hands and yet it felt so incredibly submissive I could feel myself slipping into that subspace that feels like the calm focus before sleep. The state where you could take any order at all.

I am very well acquainted with my Master’s hands. They’ve held me up, pushed me down, made me come countless times and been completely inside me. I’ve often glanced at them in public and remembered what they’ve done in private but I’ve never just sat and held them before.

Completely non sexually, just spread out on the kitchen table in front of me, letting me position his hand as I needed and apparently give him the directions for a change. Patiently allowing me to turn each finger and pay attention to each nail. Pointing out when I missed a bit. Sitting still to let each coat dry. Making sure they were absolutely perfect and that I wasn’t rushing the task or cutting corners.

It was a full hour of my full attention on him and his hands and it reminded me that submission doesn’t have to be inherently sexual. In fact sometimes taking the direct sexual content out of it makes it deeper. We didn’t fuck, we didn’t touch apart from doing nails then his make up.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I went home. Some of that is that he looks even better in stockings than I’ve spent the last three years imagining and I could look at his legs all day in them. Yet despite always wanting to see him in stockings it was submission that was on my mind instead.

I’d definitely be interested in more acts of non sexual submission to him in the coming year but then again I’m also very interested in him letting me paint his nails again and then fist me knowing how perfect his hands look…

Polish and Shine

Oh Her Knees

Princess loved getting her nails painted last week and not just because I kept her from any bratty fidgeting by licking her cunt til she came. She definitely liked having perfectly painted nails to catch her eye during the week and remind her of my tongue each time.

So I wasn’t that surprised she asked me to paint her nails again this weekend. I took the opportunity to take charge and choose a beautiful glossy red polish that just screams slutty and sexy.

She sat so nicely with her hands out on the table making sure she followed her orders with each finger and thumb that I couldn’t help but reward her again with an orgasm while her nails dried. Such a good girl keeping her hands clear while fucking my face with her greedy cunt and then standing up when told so I could dress her again.

I wasn’t going to but to add temptation to the whole thing, I added a top coat to make Princess’s nails look particularly perfect and keep her still for longer. I sat back down on the sofa and sneakily cheekily flashed my cunt at her knowing she’d struggle to resist.

Lying back I watched as she knelt down in front of me holding her hands very carefully behind her back angled toward my pussy. Seeing my bratty girlfriend being so obedient went straight to my cunt and I was very happy to give her permission to use her tongue to find out just how wet I was.

Princess loves licking cunt anyway but I’ve never seen her like this before lapping and licking so eagerly she was bent forward barely able to balance with her hands behind her back and pressing her face further into my clit to hold herself up. It made me think what fun that spreader bar I bought a few weeks ago was going to be.

I let her make me come once in that position and then I allowed her to place her hands carefully on the tops of my thighs so that as she leaned forward she pulled my legs open even further to practically fuck my cunt with her whole mouth. All I could see when I glanced down was blonde hair and bright red nails against my pale skin.

I can’t remember if she made me come twice or three times but all I know is that I’ve never come from oral sex that way before. She left me so orgasmed out all I could do was lie on the sofa and smile at her still kneeling there like a very good girl….

Oh Her Knees

Painted Lady

One of my least favourite things in life is fancy dress parties. Something about them is too like organised fun for my liking especially if they are themed. The last time I went to one I basically dressed as myself and told anyone who enquired what my costume was that I’d come as a slut. They tended to laugh not knowing if I was joking or not.

It finally occurred to me the other day after spending two hours online hunting down a particular style of dress that I know would make my Master hard to see me wear why fancy dress has so little interest for me. I simply prefer my dress up to daily rather than special occasions.

Few things make me happier than dressing up for my Master whether it’s latex or a tightly laced corset or my waist trainer or a dress wore with no knickers underneath on his orders. His orders use my love of making the most of an outfit and he definitely appreciates all those little femme details I love like red lipstick or long hair and eyeliner crying out to be smudged as he fucks me stupid.

But I also realised that I love dressing up for Princess too. Some of her tastes overlap with Sir’s although she prefers to fuck me while I’m completely naked and not wearing anything tight. That makes it a little bit harder to find things to wear explicitly for her pleasure but this week she showed me a particular shade of bright blue nail polish she would love me to wear as the thought of it turns her on.

So today I plan to cut my nails nice and short and shape them precisely for ease of use and then paint my nails in that bright glossy almost indigo blue polish she picked out. Then when she gets home from work I intend to tell her to lie back on their new sofa with her legs spread wide open for me so I can play with her clit while all she can see the blue nail polish moving between her legs.

I might let her come once like if she’s being good and not too much a brat or maybe just the right kind of bratty where she begs for more orgasms nicely. Then I’ll keep my thumb on her clit and slide two fingers inside her fucking her back and forth til she tries to pull her legs up in the air because she wants to come.

Then I’ll slide my other fingers into her from the other hand and use them in a scissoring motion to open her cunt up while I decide whether she gets to rub her own clit at the same time or just come full of my fingers and her greed for more.

When I’m finished I’ll kiss her cunt and let her lick her own come and cunt juices off my fingers so she gets to appreciate that bright blue nail polish once again. If she already thought that blue was the warmest colour that way she’ll definitely get wet thinking about it in the future.

Plus she can watch my nails flashing back and forth on my phone screen and wonder what I’m telling my Master about her warm wet wide open cunt afterwards…

Painted Lady

Polish

It’s strange the things you suddenly notice when you start blogging about your training from your Master. I seem to see smut in the oddest places and my mind starts to run away with itself.

I hate not having my nails perfectly painted. It’s just a habit I have. I always wear nail polish on both my finger and toes because it adds interest for me. I had no idea until I went on Clips 4 Sale that some people get a different kind of kick out of it and like to watch women painting their nails.

But tonight when I was about to paint my toe nails I realised there actually something about it. I’m wearing a dress with my legs and feet completely bare and propping them up to give a nice neat pedicure gives a rather nice upskirt view.

Before I started painting my fingernails it seemed like an excellent idea to use one of the new weighted plugs I bought the other week so that each time I lifted or lowered my leg, I would get a little frisson in my ass and hopefully get my cunt wet while I worked.

Almost as good as imagining someone looking up my dress is looking down it from above and seeing how much my pussy has changed since my Master started training me. My lips used to be much closer together and now they gape open from being stretched.

I can’t decide if it looks like I’ve just been fucked or am ready to be fucked seeing them spread like that but it’s definitely evidence of my growing gape which I like immensely. I wonder how much difference can be seen from looking up from below too?

I definitely need to train a sissy slave to kneel in front of me to find out…

Polish