Picture Blog #9

Kitty Brace

Kitty Brace The brace they gave me at the ER wasn't fitted, so Master bought me a smaller one, and then he drew a kitty paw on it.   ::Giggles::

Serenade Sunday

First Sunbeam

First Sunbeam

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Red Vinyl Kitty

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Dungeon Is Up!

I'm all excited.  It has taken us some time, but the dungeon is all set up.  Well..  Mostly.  We still need to go to the hardware store and get some screws to nail the rig back into the ceiling.  Woo.  Soon enough.  In the meantime, the layout is all set up.  I just have a couple more toys to squeeze into the room somehow.  (We may wind up getting another toy rack soon).

Care to take a tour? =^^=

Immediately To Your Right As You Walk In

Directly to your right as you walk in is my little "work" station.  There's my futon, lingerie rack, computer (with web cam), and Serenade's sleeping box.  There's also my little lap top which I use to work on blog posts in between cam shows. I love it!

Back Right Corner

The back right corner has the toy rack (Which has at least two or three boxes more worth of toys that we need to somehow put in it.  See why we may need a second soon?), the heavy duty lights that we use for my caming and for taking pictures, and the opening to Serenade's little sleeper box.  It's just her pet carrier, really, but she loves to nap in it.  I have a special stuffed animal in there for her, and a pillow.

Back Left Corner

In the back left corner is Serenade's cat tree.  Truthfully, Sabrina could use it too, but Sabrina has zero interest in it.  There's the massage table, a couple of pillow and some sex furniture and hardware underneath the table.  We can pull them out as we need to.

An.. Um.. Pantry?

There's an..  Um.. Pantry in the dungeon.  Yes, yes there is.  Turns out, there was no pantry put into the kitchen and until we buy some sort of stand-alone pantry, we're using the linen closet for food.  Strange yep, but it works for now.

Woo!  We've been here a month and now the most important room is set up and ready to go.  Win!

Gagged And Left To Myself

Ball Gagged

It's not really that late here, but it is dark here.  Master got home a little while ago, and he had a headache.  We decided to order food for dinner, and after we ate, I started in on the dishes.  As I was doing the dishes Master decided that he wanted me to have a ball gag in.  I actually really, really love being gagged.  It is relaxing and nice and one of my biggest kinks.  I have been gagged while playing video games or coloring in my coloring book before, but I'm not usually gagged when I'm doing chores.  This is allowing me some interesting introspective time.

As I write this, Master is laying down in bed, because of his headache.  (Poor thing)!  I don't know how long I'll be gagged, but I don't really mind.  It is still very early on in our night though, and I am honestly..  A bit bored.  The dishes are done (well, the next load is soaking while the load that is in the washer is drying), the laundry done, the bathrooms cleaned..  The only thing that needs doing right now is unpacking, and honestly, that isn't going to happen overnight.

Immediately once I was gagged tonight, I felt a bit at a loss.  I wanted to tell Master all about my day like I usually do, but I didn't get the chance to do it while we were eating dinner.  Also, I tweaked my neck in my sleep last night, and I feel like an ibuprofen might not be a bad idea.  But, neither of those things were possible, as I'd been gagged.  It was one of those moments where I reminded myself to just accept what was happening, and push my current thoughts from my mind.  My neck isn't that bad.  My day can wait.  Right now it is time to just savor what I've been given: the opportunity to wear this gag for Master, to please him.

The gag is a good thing for me for a lot of reasons.  For one, it makes me think about my breathing.  We don't have many "small" gags, and the smaller ones we do have we don't use often anyway.  The one I am wearing tonight has a two inch diameter, and my biggest has a whopping three inch diameter.  They are uncomfortable.  I enjoy this discomfort, but I think that sometimes the most uncomfortable part of wearing them is the fact that I have to be alone with my thoughts.  When I'm in sub-space, or when we play, I don't have many thoughts to be alone with.  Right now I am quite conscious though, and thoughts are running rampant.  Life has been very stressful lately.

While we have one or two gags which lock, we never lock them, and the one I am wearing now does not lock either (I think).  My hands are free, and I could obviously reach up and take the gag off if I wanted to.  (How else would I be typing this)?  Still, I won't.  I won't do that because I enjoy the gag, because I have self-control, and because I revel in the submission I am giving to Master.  He deserves my very best.  To be at my best I need no more than his kind words and actions guiding me towards what he wants.

I don't know how long this will be on tonight, but I'm sure my jaw will ache in the morning.  Not because my jaw is being forced open too much (like with my 3" gag), but more because I am a "clamper".  I can never seem to help it, but when I have a ball gag in, I find it nigh on impossible to relax my jaw.  I clamp down hard.  Even having a gag in for a mere ten or fifteen minutes will give me an ache the next day, but the longer the gag is in, the longer and more severe the ache will be.

I can hear Master getting up.  The gag has already been in for over one hour.  We will see how much longer I will be gifted with the opportunity to wear it.

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Last night, I wore the gag for about ninety minutes.  After I stopped blogging, I crawled over to Master, where he was sitting in a chair.  He pulled me into his lap, and we snuggled and played a little bit with my piggies.  He whispered to me, and kissed me, and fondled my breasts.  He has me take off my bra and panties, and he fucked me with my nightie still on.  It was a lot of fun.  Afterwards, he sat me back in his lap again and took off my gag so I could have something to drink.

He told me he was very proud of me. <3  That was all I needed to hear.  Moments like that are exactly what I live for.  I am lucky to be able to please Master so much.

Pre-Bastinado Pictures

Master and me had quite a bit of fun with one of our canes the other day.  Master decided to take a couple pictures and I thought I'd share.

 

From Behind

 

We actually don't use pillows all that often.  Generally, Master will have me face down on the massage table when he wants to do bastinado, because the edge of the futon will hold my feet in the proper position.  Since my feet tend to curve inwardly when they are relaxed, he tried a couple of pillows to keep them more "straight" and make for better hits.  It worked pretty well, my feet will tell you!

 

Side View! Don't Mind The Slight Mess. We're Still Unpacking!

 

 

 

Happy, Happy Kitty

 

 

 

Dacryphilia, Revisited

A while back I wrote about how I've become comfortable crying during play sessions.  I thought that was true, but it turns out, I may still have some trouble with it after all.

The dungeon is still not set up, so we've been grabbing a Liberator Throe  for the most part and just putting it on the floor of the living room.  Master usually grabs what toys he wants, if any, and just brings them in there with us.  It's a lot less spontanious than the dungeon usually allows, but once we get the dungeon set up, it'll be a lot easier.

We were having a grand old time.  He bare-handed spanked me while I leaned over the couch.  He fingered my g-spot.  My tits were beaten, my nipples pinched.  I was scratched and teased.  He put his cock in front of me for me to suck.  At one point, he had me lay down on the throe, and he put Alistair on a pillow so that he was just touching my clit and kept playing with my tits.

At this point, I was wearing a pink and black lace see-through nightie.  He had pulled down the straps from one of my breasts so he had easy access to my nipple.  He seemed to be going back and fourth about whether or not he wanted access to my other nipple.  I said:

"Do you want me to just move this strap, Master?"

"Yes!" He said enthusiastically, while he removed the strap himself. "I want you to move that strap so I can do THIS!"

Suddenly he pinched my nipple extremely hard.  I cried.  I couldn't help it.  Since Master isn't a sadist, he backed away from my nipple and apologized.  He doesn't like it when I'm in pain and not enjoying it, and I couldn't breathe well enough to tell him I was enjoying it.  I didn't want to top from the bottom, so I just said I was OK.  But, inside my head I was screaming:

"Can we please continue?!"

I know he was worried not because of the tears, but because of the way I reacted to the tears.  I had unconsciously picked up my arm and put the crook of my elbow over my eyes.  I do not know why, but I didn't want him to see me cry.  The tears that came out were very hard for me to control, and likely were not just because of the pain (which subsided pretty quickly) but were also the result of an emotional release from all the turmoil we've been dealing with regarding moving and our families.

The pain itself was not so much that I didn't want to continue, or that I was turned off - and I just couldn't communicate that to Master, because my tears were too rapid, and my breaths coming in gasps.  I've cried to that point many times before, but it's usually something we both expect.  Generally, I don't tend to cry over nipple pinches or nipple play.  I tend to cry when I'm being beaten with an implement, or when I'm getting heavy g-spot stimulation.  Usually, tears are expected when we bring out a whip or a crop or the cane.  Also usually, I am face down during these sessions.  Or, facing away.

I hadn't thought of this until our session the other night, but it occurred to me that I probably covered my face because it is rare that I get hurt until I cry from the front.  Usually, I can tuck my head into the sheets or lower my head, or do whatever it is to sort of "maintain dignity" while I'm crying.

Crying still turns me on, and I'm still glad I can do it during a session for the most part without feeling ashamed.  It looks like I have some more to work on though.

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MEW! =^^=Hello everyone, my Master and me have been in a BDSM relationship for a long while now.This blog is written for him. It is a place to document our journey, both kinky and non. It is a place to share fun happenings, sad ones, mind goo, photos, and anything else that we choose to share.Master and me do not live a "traditional" anything. Our kink is different than most, as is our non kink. We are married, polyamorous, happy, in love, gamers, and a touch geeky.Nudity and adult themes rein supreme here. Anyone under the legal age of consent in their country or state is not welcome, and neither are closed minded individuals.

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