Rainy Day HNT

April Showers.  Just another Northwest spring day with lots of liquid sunshine.

Good thing i have my umbrella and rain boots!

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Happy Birthday, Master!

Master's birthday was last month, and i wasn't sure what to give Him.  He pretty much has everything He needs and He isn't a "I want that" kind of man. There are several toys, though, that i know He'd like to add to our adult toy box.  Being a thrifty slave, i didn't want to pay the exorbitant prices in specialty shops or online.  We have many toys, i have a fair amount of lingerie, but there are some missing items.  We have also talked about some role playing scenes.  In the past, we have had great fun with the classic "intruder," "school girl," etc., role plays.  After research and much thought, i came up with "Fantasy Island." Six role play themes packaged separately.  After checking the toy box and my lingerie drawers, i wrote down the needed items, looked online for who had the best prices/coupons, and then made my shopping list: fabric/craft store, two mall stores (the "novelty," "goth," etc. stores),  two adult stores (20% off coupon!), and the dollar store.

I stuck to my list and refrained from getting a few items i would really, really liked to have had (like an incredibly gorgeous corset, on sale, too!).

Once home with supplies and armed with hot glue gun, tape measure and scissors, i went to work.  Probably the best part was my sorting through the toy box while Master was reading in bed.  He was completely oblivious to my actions.  Yes, the toy box was messy, and He knew i was going to straighten it out, and i did -- but as i was pulling out items (the chain leash, rope, etc.) to be included in the fantasy box.  He even looked over at me and talked to me without noticing.

Master enjoyed opening His gift -- a huge box with smaller boxes and gift bags inside.  He enjoyed the bunny outfit and the captive woman in the closet.  We have other adventures to look forward to throughout the coming months.

Bunny Costume: bunny ears;  marabou boa; bunny cottontail made from white faux fur with marabou hot glued on to make it fuzzy and self-adhesive looped side velcro adhered to the back and able to attach to a butt plug with the fuzzy part of the velcro adhered to the end (supplies from fabric/craft store, not shown -- white lace choker); white knee-high tights and white lace fingerless gloves (from Hot Topic).

Happy HNT from a Happy Bunny

It's spring break here, and i thought it would be fun to give Master a little surprise.  Here's me in my bunny costume -- well, most of it.

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Words

Words.  Powerful.  Permanent.  Once spoken, they linger. Once written, they survive past our lifetime.  The words used between two lovers, between partners, between superior/subservient, can bring joy or leave marks deeper than any physical gash.

One of the differences being in a Dominant/submissive (Master/slave) relationship rather than another type of couples relationship is how i use my words.

The word "no" or any of its cousins does not exist in my vocabulary with Master.  They were eliminated the day He put the collar around my neck, the day He claimed me as His property.  In reality, there is no need for me to use the word "no."  Sometimes, i may want to linger instead of getting up to perform a task or chore, and sometimes, according to Master, i get the look of "Do i really have to do this?"  I don't even consider needing this word; He will never have me do anything that would cause me to truly say, "No."  If we are in a scene and i am physically or emotionally beyond my limit, i have a "safe word" to use.  However, like many of the slaves/subs with whom i am familiar, this word has been used only on the rarest occasion.  Prior to Master, i would say, "no" just because i didn't want do to something or was in a contrary mood.  I did not always strive to speak respectfully, and i put myself first selfishly.  (Sometimes, it is important for me to put myself first to take care of myself because i'm caring for Master's property.)

With Master, the phrases and sentences i use in daily life are peppered with "please" and "thank you" and "may i."  I have caught myself rephrasing a text i am sending to Master -- instead of "Will You..." i have changed it to "It would please Your slave..."  Instead of telling Him what i want, i might say, "Would it please You if Your slave ...?"  By using these words, i have found myself changing the way that i think.  Placing Master as the Subject in a sentence and referring to myself in a passive voice, emphasizes our D/s relationship.  Even without my collar, without the flogger, the rope, the whip or nipple clamps, He is the Dominant and i am His submissive.

In turn, Master is careful with the words He chooses.  Being my Owner and being a Dominant does not preclude Him from polite speech.  Not everything is a direct command; He, too, uses "thank you" and "would you" with me.  By addressing me with the respect due to His property, He fosters a desire for me to do better.  By a gentle reprimand in a quiet voice, i strive to remember and correct myself.

I have enough life experiences to understand the effect words can have on a relationship.  Continually using words of respect and gratitude cultivates a mind and heart that respects and is grateful for a strong, loving and kind Master.  It becomes a beautiful cycle that increases my love and deepens my submission.

Another Use -- Happy HNT!

Yesterday while working from home, Master discovered yet another use for His slave's boobs.  The only disadvantage was that the left one kept pressing the "delete" key.


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Blow Job

I just finished reading Barefoot Dreamer's post on the art of giving a blow job. Barefoot Dreamer put it beautifully.  It's about listening and wanting.  Check out her post.

I love giving blow jobs; i've always enjoyed it.  When Master and i first became seriously involved, i promised Him that i would give Him a blow job every day we were together.  I don't know if He believed me at the time, but i was serious.

I love the feeling of Master's cock in my mouth.  I love the softness when He is flaccid.  I love the feeling of Him growing and expanding, semi-rigid.  I love the feeling of His rock hard filling my mouth and throat.  Although i gave my fair share of blowjobs before, i didn't really deep throat.  What was i missing!  I thought that gagging and getting watery-eyed and runny-nosed was embarrassing.  Not to mention drooling.  Now, i just lay a hand towel down on the bed and don't worry about it.  I love the feeling of Him pushing back against my throat, sliding down.

Master loves to face fuck me, too.  Grabbing my hair as He thrusts back and forth.  Very messy and very hot for me.  Most longer blow jobs have the face fuck component to them. (Sometimes i just suck Him before sex or get a little one in here and there.  Yes, i am His cock slut.)

Last week, He lay back and let me do my thing.  I put my blindfold on Him, dulled his hearing with His ear muff things (they look like big headphones He puts on when using noisy tools).  I dug around in the toy box, pulling out a flogger, a leather/wool paddle, a feather, a silk robe tie, my big vibrator, small purple vibrator, some lube that gets hot when you blow on it, and ran into the kitchen for some ice.  As i was preparing all of this, He just lay quietly on His back.  Quiet and patient. I put on a brocade corset, garter and stockings, my thick collar and cuffs, and high heeled shoes.  Everything ready, i removed Master's blindfold so He could get a look at His little slave girl before she went to work.  He smiled at me approvingly, and with a kiss, i put the blindfold back on Him.  I picked up the silk tie and led it down the length of His body, letting Him process what it was i was doing before moving on to another toy.

It was wonderful, tracing His body with the flogger, letting the soft leather drag across His chest, over His arms, caressing His face.  Trailing it down His chest and stomach, barely touching His cock, brushing His balls and down across His legs.  Following it with the soft wool of the paddle in the opposite direction and then turning the paddle so the leather stitching scraped across His skin and His tender parts.  Tickling Him with the feathers, using them to kiss His neck, forehead and lips.  And then the vibrators.  Massaging and stimulating.  All the while judging from the slight movements in His body, the way His cock moved, the sounds escaping His lips, and letting Him guide me in my choice of implements and movements according to what pleased Him.  After a while, i squirted the lube onto my hand and for the first time touched His cock, stroking and rubbing it while licking His balls and taking them into my mouth. Brushing my breasts across Him, straddling His leg so He could feel how hot i was.  Finally, i licked the base up the shaft to His head.  I sucked on Him, deep, slow, now fast and on the frenulum.  Deep, deeper, pushing Him down my throat.  I reached between my thighs, wetting my finger with the pussy juice that was now flowing, and touched it to His lips so He could feel how wet i was.  He took my finger into His mouth, sucking off the juice.

As i could feel Him getting more excited, on the verge of orgasm, i slowed down and varied what i was doing.  Building up the tension, slowing down, exploring other regions of His body and then increasing His arousal to near peak.  As i took Him down my throat, i could feel Him thrusting up, nearly at the point of cumming.  I sat back and quietly wrapped the silken tie around my wrists, binding them in front of me.  I slid the coverings off His ears and eyes and knelt before Him on the bed, waiting for Him to do whatever He wished.

What He wished was to fuck His slave girl hard, pulling out and cumming in my mouth as i held out my tongue to receive the stream.  He fucked me some more, giving me permission both to cum and to swallow His fluid and then He pulled out and came in my mouth again.  Pushing His cock back inside His slave girl's very wet pussy, He told me to come as He came again inside the pussy He owns.  As He lay on top of me, i moved the toys out of the way and slid His pillow down.  He rolled off a moment or two later, and we lay in each other's arms, spent, drifting off for a short nap.  And then we went to the kitchen for a bite to eat.

Touching my cheek, He laughed, "You have some spooge on the side of your mouth."

It's been three whole days since i've been able to give Him a blowjob.  He'll be back tomorrow, and as soon as He has settled back in, i'm going to have the pleasure and privilege of the subtle art of a blowjob.  Unless He wants to just shove His cock down my throat.  And that is more than okay with me.

(You can read Barefoot Dreamer's post at http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-of-blow-job.html)

Technology

Master has given me the job to work on these blogs. While i am not technologically stupid and have another blog, this is giving me quite the challenge! Unfortunately, i am spending more time trying to figure out how to get these two blogs working than creating content.

HELP!