Where to start with recent news?
My place still doesn't have Internet, and Cupid's is intermittent and wobbly, so again, it's been a while. Our scene from the other night is the best we've played recently, so here it is.
I'd had a couple of whiskys (not my usual) and was emboldened to play, though sufficiently sober to be safe.
(I realise there are varied opinions on mixing drink and play. Some people will say you should both be sober, some that it doesn't matter. My view is that a drink or two relaxes one enough to get more into the scene - much like ordinary sex - but with more than that, the consent issue raises its ugly head. Also, anyone in control of a scene that has physical restraints or risky moves involved needs to be just that - in control.)
So, two small glasses of whisky, and I was clear-headed but a little bolder than usual. We'd had an emotional evening and talked out a few stresses, and getting through that had made me feel well up to domming. Also, Beatrice (mentioned before) is now my housemate, and is very good at encouraging me in domming, and passing on ideas. Having dommed Cupid herself, she knows very well what presses his buttons. We'd been chatting with her earlier and she'd got me rather in the mood to play
We went back to my room, where Cupid knelt as soon as I had the door shut. I remained fully dressed, and made him take his top off. Then I ordered him to take his shoes and sock off too, and he rose from his knees and sat on the bed. I immediately asked him 'Did I tell you to do that?' Always a neat question when a sub gets out of line.
'No, my Lady.'
'Down.'
He knelt again, a bit puzzled as to how to get his shoes off while kneeling.
'Stay on the floor, and take off your shoes - and keep your eyes down. Do I have to explain everything?'
Once he'd got that sorted, I bent him over the bed, and spanked him thoroughly. I told him what a little slut he was. He'd been ordered to wear the girl's knickers I told you about - the mock-boxers with I LOVE BOY PANTS on them. They are, as I've noted, obscenely tight, and outline his cock perfectly. I had him strip down to those, and teased him relentlessly about how he looked - very very pretty - while teasing him harder with my fingers at the same time.
I managed to spin out the teasing till he was gasping and almost incoherent, even when I asked him a simple question. Needless to say, that gave me another good opportunity to spank him.
Then, I made him suck my fingers, while telling him what was going to happen next - I was going to play with his arse, something that really gets to him. I told him he'd better get my fingers really wet, because that was all the lubrication he was getting. 'KY is for good sluts.'
He hadn't done anything specific to warrant this treatment, but I hadn't dommed harshly in a while and I felt like we both needed a really severe scene.
Then I fucked him with my fingers, while he got close to making himself come by playing with his cock - but he had to wait for my permission. This is always tough for him to judge, and he has been known to ask permission when it's already too late. This time, I made him stop once, and smacked his hand away from his cock, and then allowed him to come the next time he got close.
I really enjoyed this scene, and was flattered afterwards when Cupid asked when I'd worked it out. Since I'd been very low on confidence all evening, he thought I'd planned it some time previously. In truth, it just flowed from me, as occasionally a scene does. It's a wonderful feeling when I know that every move I make is precisely right, and is giving him a huge thrill.
It's hard to explain what makes a scene run this smoothly. Partly, I suspect, it is the ease that comes with having had a drink, a heightened confidence. I wouldn't drink just for my confidence, but the whisky just took the edge off my hesitation, and that helped a lot.
Also, the attitude I bring to a scene shapes it. Mostly, it is about acting on impulse. The best strokes of my domming career have come about through my having an idea and acting on it at once, before it cools. If it occurs to me that he would look better bent over the bed than lying on it flat, I make the change and we go from there. The discovery that my purple vibrator gives him more fun than it does me, and the discovery of the spatula, and the clothes-pegs, and a few other toys, can be attributed to this impulsive domming.
Third, I stopped asking my worst domming question, which is 'Now what shall I do with you?' It always implies hesitation, not knowing already what I'm doing, and that fatally saps my confidence. If I've run out of ideas, the scene is effectively over. I decided in my head that night exactly what I would do, and I did it without any reference to Cupid.
Now I need to decide how to punish him for his behaviour on Friday morning. I had to leave early for work, and sent him downstairs in my skimpy feminine dressing-gown to make my breakfast while I showered. He was very good about that, and while we ate I played with his cock, which was pretty obvious through the thin material. He' always easily turned on after he waked up, and rubbing him with a handful of the soft silky dressing-gown got him very hard.
Last time he stayed over, he texted me later to say he'd made himself come after I left. This time round, I decided he wasn't to, since we were seeing each other again in the evening. I told him so, adding that I'd know if he cheated, and left for work.
That night, when we met, we were out together, so had a few drinks and then came home and slept. I forgot to check on how responsive and arousable he was that night, which was how I meant to tell if he'd done as I said or if he'd come that morning. It wasn't till Saturday morning that he said - very minxily - that he'd disobeyed me and made himself come after I left, and how come I couldn't tell like I said I could?
So, I need to think of something to do to him, for disobeying and for minxing about it. Any suggestions?
Other news - my apologising got a bit out of hand lately. I'm up to a hundred and seventeen and counting. More news on that soon.
Sunday, 26 August 2007
Sunday, 12 August 2007
Back on the air
We have finally got internet access back. I've been fed-up with going online from internet cafes, and not daring to check out how my kink blog is going.
Cupid and I are back to separate rooms, which is a blessing in some ways. I now have a space which is MINE, which he kneels down when he enters. And I have much more understanding housemates than before. I have enough room to store my various outfits and props and toys. He has the freedom of not being under his Lady's thumb all week, which was getting a bit irksome for him.
And the mystique is creeping back. Little things like him not knowing what I'm wearing underneath, because he didn't see me getting dressed this morning.
This evening, I have a surprise for him. I've just got my hair dyed, and with the leftover dye I drew a heart-shape into my muff. He has three guesses, two of which he's used - my fancy red knickers and my scorpion nipple-jewellery were the first two. There's a forfeit if he doesn't get it right on the next guess. I bet he won't.
I haven't decided what the forfeit is yet.
I promised to update on how the spankings to make me stop apologising were going . They worked pretty well, and brought out Cupid's inner dom more than I expected. He seemed to get into the idea of giving me a quick scene - five minutes over his knee - at bedtime, or extending it if he wanted to play for longer. I took to going up to bed first, and waiting, with the collar on, reading till he came up, like an obedient sub. Then he'd question me closely about the number we were on, and I'd have forgotten, guess, argue with the increase he said, and try to minx my way out of punishment. I'm very bad at being a good sub, I'm very disobedient, but it's probably handy for Cupid to have a good reason to punish me.
Also, we improvised a new toy. There was one spatula in the kitchen of his old house that was much more solid and square that the normal ones, which tend to have round corners and be quite flexible. While we were washing up once, I got it out and whacked Cupid's bum with it, saying 'Look! A pervertible!'
Later, when I'd been naughty and was being punished, I was cheekier than usual, and Cupid left me and went downstairs. I lay there thinking 'Oh shit, I'm going to get the ICE,' which is my least favourite punishment. He came back up with the spatula instead, which was a big relief. At least until he started spanking me with it.
In a couple of days we're going out clubbing. I've suggested, like the SAM (Smart-Arse Masochist) I am, that Cupid gets to dictate what I wear, right down to the skin. He's not a big fan of detailed clothes-analysis like I am, so I suggested he could just say which bits he wanted on show, and I'd work it out from there. The collar is a given, naturally, and the lead that goes with it. I'm already a little kinked about wearing those on the way into town. Once we're at the venue, no one will be at all shocked, but I LIKE the idea that a lot of people I don't know can see how much I love submitting to Cupid.
Anyway, it's late and I ought to be in bed. I'll post more soon.
Cupid and I are back to separate rooms, which is a blessing in some ways. I now have a space which is MINE, which he kneels down when he enters. And I have much more understanding housemates than before. I have enough room to store my various outfits and props and toys. He has the freedom of not being under his Lady's thumb all week, which was getting a bit irksome for him.
And the mystique is creeping back. Little things like him not knowing what I'm wearing underneath, because he didn't see me getting dressed this morning.
This evening, I have a surprise for him. I've just got my hair dyed, and with the leftover dye I drew a heart-shape into my muff. He has three guesses, two of which he's used - my fancy red knickers and my scorpion nipple-jewellery were the first two. There's a forfeit if he doesn't get it right on the next guess. I bet he won't.
I haven't decided what the forfeit is yet.
I promised to update on how the spankings to make me stop apologising were going . They worked pretty well, and brought out Cupid's inner dom more than I expected. He seemed to get into the idea of giving me a quick scene - five minutes over his knee - at bedtime, or extending it if he wanted to play for longer. I took to going up to bed first, and waiting, with the collar on, reading till he came up, like an obedient sub. Then he'd question me closely about the number we were on, and I'd have forgotten, guess, argue with the increase he said, and try to minx my way out of punishment. I'm very bad at being a good sub, I'm very disobedient, but it's probably handy for Cupid to have a good reason to punish me.
Also, we improvised a new toy. There was one spatula in the kitchen of his old house that was much more solid and square that the normal ones, which tend to have round corners and be quite flexible. While we were washing up once, I got it out and whacked Cupid's bum with it, saying 'Look! A pervertible!'
Later, when I'd been naughty and was being punished, I was cheekier than usual, and Cupid left me and went downstairs. I lay there thinking 'Oh shit, I'm going to get the ICE,' which is my least favourite punishment. He came back up with the spatula instead, which was a big relief. At least until he started spanking me with it.
In a couple of days we're going out clubbing. I've suggested, like the SAM (Smart-Arse Masochist) I am, that Cupid gets to dictate what I wear, right down to the skin. He's not a big fan of detailed clothes-analysis like I am, so I suggested he could just say which bits he wanted on show, and I'd work it out from there. The collar is a given, naturally, and the lead that goes with it. I'm already a little kinked about wearing those on the way into town. Once we're at the venue, no one will be at all shocked, but I LIKE the idea that a lot of people I don't know can see how much I love submitting to Cupid.
Anyway, it's late and I ought to be in bed. I'll post more soon.
Sunday, 15 July 2007
Psyche is apologetic
Lately, due to various factors, I have caught myself apologising for everything. Standing in the wrong place, saying the wrong thing, having an opinion...
I've begun starting sentences with 'Sorry'.
You know how someone uncomfortable tries to tuck in on themself and take up less space? My repeated apologies have the same effect. I'm trying to apologise for being in Cupid's way or in his space, and in my low moments, that gets big and intense till I want to apologise for existing.
I caught myself repeating this verbal tic this morning, and suggested to Cupid that it should be stopped. I said maybe we should keep a count, and next time he's in charge, I could get a spanking of equivalent number.
He said he'd been thinking much the same. But not a simple count. [I shouldn't have told him about the Pink-Bottomed Girls' brilliant counting games - it fired his mathematical enthusiasm.]
He suggested doubling the spanks each time, or using Fibonacci number (where you add the previous two, so it goes 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55...) or maybe triangular numbers (1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, 36, 45, 55 ...) or exponentials, or a Turing computer... He obligingly explained how all these work, leaving me reeling slightly. In between his sentences, I would start off, 'Sorry, but how does that work again...?' and then burst out laughing at the thought of having tacked another couple of dozen spanks onto an already excessive number.
This evening, he's out, but I am up to 24 - I kept count carefully in his absence - and I'm dreading our next switching session. The discussion had the benefit, though, that instead of stressing about what's going on in my head to make me apologise, I now just giggle, and shout 'Oh bugger! That's twenty-four!'
This is probably going to be my last post till August, So I'll let you know how this counting game worked out then.
Till then, have fun!
I've begun starting sentences with 'Sorry'.
You know how someone uncomfortable tries to tuck in on themself and take up less space? My repeated apologies have the same effect. I'm trying to apologise for being in Cupid's way or in his space, and in my low moments, that gets big and intense till I want to apologise for existing.
I caught myself repeating this verbal tic this morning, and suggested to Cupid that it should be stopped. I said maybe we should keep a count, and next time he's in charge, I could get a spanking of equivalent number.
He said he'd been thinking much the same. But not a simple count. [I shouldn't have told him about the Pink-Bottomed Girls' brilliant counting games - it fired his mathematical enthusiasm.]
He suggested doubling the spanks each time, or using Fibonacci number (where you add the previous two, so it goes 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55...) or maybe triangular numbers (1, 3, 6, 10, 15, 21, 28, 36, 45, 55 ...) or exponentials, or a Turing computer... He obligingly explained how all these work, leaving me reeling slightly. In between his sentences, I would start off, 'Sorry, but how does that work again...?' and then burst out laughing at the thought of having tacked another couple of dozen spanks onto an already excessive number.
This evening, he's out, but I am up to 24 - I kept count carefully in his absence - and I'm dreading our next switching session. The discussion had the benefit, though, that instead of stressing about what's going on in my head to make me apologise, I now just giggle, and shout 'Oh bugger! That's twenty-four!'
This is probably going to be my last post till August, So I'll let you know how this counting game worked out then.
Till then, have fun!
Saturday, 14 July 2007
This Morning...
Being Saturday, we were able to laze around in bed together. So we did. Cupid, snuggling up against my back, began grinding against my bum, something he tends to do if given half a chance. So I ground back for a bit, getting him hard. Then I rolled over to face him and started playing with his cock, and teasing his arse to wind him up. I love the way he immediately opens his legs wide if I do this - it's such a slutty move.
Having not fucked him that way for a while, I decided to treat him. Once he was really turned on, I got out a couple of things from out sex-toy drawer. One was our new shiny COLLAR.
(I bought it this week. While I was away over last weekend, Cupid was put on an orgasm ban. While I was away, he made himself come - not once, which would be forgivable, but four times. As a punishment, I told him I was getting a collar and lead for him to wear on our next night out. That was Tuesday, and he looked very pretty and obedient in it).
I told him to put the collar on, and while he struggled with the buckle, I got out my Magic-Wand vibro and lubed it. Then, I ordered him to spread his legs - and then told him what a slutty little sub he was for doing so. I fucked him with the vibrator while he played with his cock. I set the vibro on a what I call 'Motor-bike' setting - it starts slow and gets more and more intense, and then stops, leaving you wanting more, and goes back to the beginning.
He came really quickly, and very intensely, then rolled over for hugs. He looked so beautiful, lying there completely naked with a collar on and his hair all mussed.
I didn't get played with this morning, simply because I didn't ask. I'm not usually a morning girl. Also, half the fun is in the anticipation.
Having not fucked him that way for a while, I decided to treat him. Once he was really turned on, I got out a couple of things from out sex-toy drawer. One was our new shiny COLLAR.
(I bought it this week. While I was away over last weekend, Cupid was put on an orgasm ban. While I was away, he made himself come - not once, which would be forgivable, but four times. As a punishment, I told him I was getting a collar and lead for him to wear on our next night out. That was Tuesday, and he looked very pretty and obedient in it).
I told him to put the collar on, and while he struggled with the buckle, I got out my Magic-Wand vibro and lubed it. Then, I ordered him to spread his legs - and then told him what a slutty little sub he was for doing so. I fucked him with the vibrator while he played with his cock. I set the vibro on a what I call 'Motor-bike' setting - it starts slow and gets more and more intense, and then stops, leaving you wanting more, and goes back to the beginning.
He came really quickly, and very intensely, then rolled over for hugs. He looked so beautiful, lying there completely naked with a collar on and his hair all mussed.
I didn't get played with this morning, simply because I didn't ask. I'm not usually a morning girl. Also, half the fun is in the anticipation.
Thursday, 12 July 2007
Do not adjust your set. Normal service will resume next month.
Just to let you know...over the weekend Cupid and I are losing our internet connection. Hurrah, rented accommodation. We will be moved into our new places, and back online, early in August if all goes to plan. Till then, I'll just add some highlight from the last week or so.
Last weekend, I got very headspacey, and as often happens, clicked into full Sub mode. This was a bit weird for two reasons.
Firstly, I'm not a hundred percent sure that my desire to sub when I have a confidence-dip is healthy - maybe not quite the Sane required with Safe, Sane and Consensual. I suspect what I really want is affirmation that 'yes, Psyche, you are a bad little girl, I'm going to have to spank you, but I still love you'. When I go subby, I'm demanding recognition of, and punishment for, my own shortcomings, guilts and fears, so I can stop beating myself up over them. This is a bit issuesy to bring into a scene, and I probably should keep a serious eye on my motives for subbing.
The second reason is that it's unfair on Cupid, who likes time to plan and to prepare, just to spring a scene on him that he's not expecting and probably not in the mood for.
So, at the weekend, I went subby and asked for a scene, and Cupid obliged. By the time we went to bed, I had no underwear on, because I'd changed in the evening and thought this was a good way to please him. He spanked me to get us in the mood, - though I can't recall what reason he gave. He also wound me up so I was very very turned on and wanted to be fucked. Then he ordered me to turn face down, and I thought 'This is it.'
He got out the lubricant, which is something we use when my pussy is dry sometimes, but then he started playing with my arse. I am pretty anally-erotic - possibly assisted by my kink for gay men - and this amazed me, because from what he'd always said, Cupid wasn't into the idea of giving anal sex. Also, we've had a chequered history with it, because when we first got together Cupid wasn't keen on the idea of receiving it - a pleasure I introduced him to - and for a long time I was too shy and embarrassed to let him even touch me there.
I got him keen on anal sex using fingers or a vibrator - the rotating head of my Rabbit being a particular favourite - and he'll often use his finger on my arse when I'm face down, making myself come. But I had no idea he was interested in fucking me up the arse.
So, I lay very quiet and still like a good sub, until I was quite sure of his intentions. Then I started making a lot of noise, to make sure he was aware that I approved. He started with one finger, then two, and then his cock. This was a first for me. Obviously, with other boys I'd used condoms, but it was the first time I'd done it unprotected. For me, anal stimulation is right on the pleasure-pain boundary so is much more intense than something purely pleasurable. I think it was less so for him, to be honest. I'm not as practised as I'd like a relaxing the muscles, so it was really too constricting for him to enjoy it.
After a few minutes we switched to the more conventional variety of sex, and when we stopped I had that lovely slightly painful feeling of having been thoroughly fucked. Again, it's on the fine line between pleasure and pain, so I really enjoy it. Lying there after an orgasm feeling slightly broken and bruised gives me a real kick.
Don't know if he wants to do this again - but I really wouldn't argue.
Last weekend, I got very headspacey, and as often happens, clicked into full Sub mode. This was a bit weird for two reasons.
Firstly, I'm not a hundred percent sure that my desire to sub when I have a confidence-dip is healthy - maybe not quite the Sane required with Safe, Sane and Consensual. I suspect what I really want is affirmation that 'yes, Psyche, you are a bad little girl, I'm going to have to spank you, but I still love you'. When I go subby, I'm demanding recognition of, and punishment for, my own shortcomings, guilts and fears, so I can stop beating myself up over them. This is a bit issuesy to bring into a scene, and I probably should keep a serious eye on my motives for subbing.
The second reason is that it's unfair on Cupid, who likes time to plan and to prepare, just to spring a scene on him that he's not expecting and probably not in the mood for.
So, at the weekend, I went subby and asked for a scene, and Cupid obliged. By the time we went to bed, I had no underwear on, because I'd changed in the evening and thought this was a good way to please him. He spanked me to get us in the mood, - though I can't recall what reason he gave. He also wound me up so I was very very turned on and wanted to be fucked. Then he ordered me to turn face down, and I thought 'This is it.'
He got out the lubricant, which is something we use when my pussy is dry sometimes, but then he started playing with my arse. I am pretty anally-erotic - possibly assisted by my kink for gay men - and this amazed me, because from what he'd always said, Cupid wasn't into the idea of giving anal sex. Also, we've had a chequered history with it, because when we first got together Cupid wasn't keen on the idea of receiving it - a pleasure I introduced him to - and for a long time I was too shy and embarrassed to let him even touch me there.
I got him keen on anal sex using fingers or a vibrator - the rotating head of my Rabbit being a particular favourite - and he'll often use his finger on my arse when I'm face down, making myself come. But I had no idea he was interested in fucking me up the arse.
So, I lay very quiet and still like a good sub, until I was quite sure of his intentions. Then I started making a lot of noise, to make sure he was aware that I approved. He started with one finger, then two, and then his cock. This was a first for me. Obviously, with other boys I'd used condoms, but it was the first time I'd done it unprotected. For me, anal stimulation is right on the pleasure-pain boundary so is much more intense than something purely pleasurable. I think it was less so for him, to be honest. I'm not as practised as I'd like a relaxing the muscles, so it was really too constricting for him to enjoy it.
After a few minutes we switched to the more conventional variety of sex, and when we stopped I had that lovely slightly painful feeling of having been thoroughly fucked. Again, it's on the fine line between pleasure and pain, so I really enjoy it. Lying there after an orgasm feeling slightly broken and bruised gives me a real kick.
Don't know if he wants to do this again - but I really wouldn't argue.
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Snapshot
It occurred to me a while ago that I could make erotic use of the 20-sided dice Cupid has lying around. I scribbled down a list for use in a game of chance, trying to balance things I like and things that are fun for him but only in a subby way.
Transcribed from an original stained slightly with tea, henna paste and baby oil:
1: Ice [Self-explanatory]
2: Back scratching [This is a kink of mine I had before I knew what a kink was, and as such it really really gets to me if done to me for a long time. I simply wriggle with pleasure like a cat.]
3: Breast play
4: Spread-eagle [He gets tied down at all four corners of the bed - and then left there while I write my next blog post, mwahaha. ]
5: Forced femming
6: Vibrator [My small purple vibro is a treat for Cupid, because it give him a thrill if I use it on his cock, and also works brilliantly on his G-spot.]
7: Teasing [Making Cupid play with himself for my amusement]
8: Lustrous (I) [This is the game where Cupid doms me, and there are two versions listed because in one he's allowed to carry on, and in the other he gets smacked right back down. And he doesn't know which is which.]
9: Clothespegs on his nipples
10: Breath control
11: Spanking with his own belt
12: All-over massage [Lots of baby-oil - this is really relaxing and gets very erotic]
13: Triangle [Cupid's hands tied behind his back and attached to his feet while he's kneeling, so he can't move. As and when I get him a collar, that might also be tied in, but I'm not very good with knots as a rule.]
14: Spanking
15: Blindfold
16: Lustrous (II)
17: I straddle his face [The version of oral sex which gives me most control, and which he adores]
18: Oral sex
19: Toy position
20: Fucking
That's actually a pretty comprehensive list. Anything not included is either beyond our limits, demands equipment we don't have, or is something we do very rarely.
Speaking of equipment, the other night, we were imagining having a dungeon of our own - much the way other couples plan how to decorate their living-rooms.
Psyche: So, what shall we put in it?
Cupid: Me.
Psyche: No, I mean toys. What toys should we put in it?
Cupid: [in tones of satisfaction] Me
Transcribed from an original stained slightly with tea, henna paste and baby oil:
1: Ice [Self-explanatory]
2: Back scratching [This is a kink of mine I had before I knew what a kink was, and as such it really really gets to me if done to me for a long time. I simply wriggle with pleasure like a cat.]
3: Breast play
4: Spread-eagle [He gets tied down at all four corners of the bed - and then left there while I write my next blog post, mwahaha. ]
5: Forced femming
6: Vibrator [My small purple vibro is a treat for Cupid, because it give him a thrill if I use it on his cock, and also works brilliantly on his G-spot.]
7: Teasing [Making Cupid play with himself for my amusement]
8: Lustrous (I) [This is the game where Cupid doms me, and there are two versions listed because in one he's allowed to carry on, and in the other he gets smacked right back down. And he doesn't know which is which.]
9: Clothespegs on his nipples
10: Breath control
11: Spanking with his own belt
12: All-over massage [Lots of baby-oil - this is really relaxing and gets very erotic]
13: Triangle [Cupid's hands tied behind his back and attached to his feet while he's kneeling, so he can't move. As and when I get him a collar, that might also be tied in, but I'm not very good with knots as a rule.]
14: Spanking
15: Blindfold
16: Lustrous (II)
17: I straddle his face [The version of oral sex which gives me most control, and which he adores]
18: Oral sex
19: Toy position
20: Fucking
That's actually a pretty comprehensive list. Anything not included is either beyond our limits, demands equipment we don't have, or is something we do very rarely.
Speaking of equipment, the other night, we were imagining having a dungeon of our own - much the way other couples plan how to decorate their living-rooms.
Psyche: So, what shall we put in it?
Cupid: Me.
Psyche: No, I mean toys. What toys should we put in it?
Cupid: [in tones of satisfaction] Me
Monday, 2 July 2007
There was Trouble.
Psyche was reading Livejournal when I got the instruction to strip down and tie cords to the feet of my bed.
(Living in rented accomodation means that I've had to be a bit inventive with finding things to be tied to. My bed is on castors and doesn't have much of a head, so I've got four lengths of cord that we knot around them and then around me or Psyche when one of us needs restraining.)
When I'd finished, she had me come over to her and kneel by her feet. It was around this point that I realised I hadn't written for the deadline that Psyche set. Not knowing how to admit this, I kept quiet until she found out.
Normally when she spanks me she's quite gentle, but this time she really cut loose, using her hand and a plastic coathanger. When, as she sometimes does, she stopped and asked me how many strokes I'd had, I had to guess -- I'd started trying to count, but the pain had gotten in the way.
(What's really cruel is when she makes me keep track of the number of strokes to the left and right buttock simeltaneously.)
She turned me over and tied me down, leaving one arm and leg free, while she went downstairs for ice.
Ice is interesting to use; it's fun because it can be left on somebody while the Dom/me does something else. Psyche and I use it fairly infrequently -- I only get it when I've been really bad. Normally, we place it quite carefully on each other, in sensitive areas: chest, navel, breasts, and only very rarely on the genitals -- the stuff is painful enough as it is. I got one piece on my neck, one on my chest, and one in the dip of my stomach, which was enough to really make me whimper quite loud. Unfortunately, my Lady interpreted this as giggling, and thrashed me around some more; the ice got taken off for a while while she bit and pinched me (I'm extremely sensitive to this, especially in the skin near my nipples and thighs) and then
THREW
the cup full of ice back onto me.
I squealed quite a lot at that. Some of the ice had melted by then, so I was lying tied down with freezing water dripping all over my body, down my sides and into the small of my back. I'm quite glad my housemate was away for the weekend -- if she didn't know us better she might have come running in expecting to see me badly injured. I think Psyche even managed to scare herself a little with just how cold I was when she removed the ice.
The other part of the evening was spent punishing me for having looked at porn.
(Since I was about sixteen I've been fairly hooked on internet porn; I've recently decided to give this up, or at least transfer my attention to porn that's of a decent quality. We've agreed that Suicide Girls -- which was what I'd been looking at -- is allowable, and therefore something which can feature in our scenes. Anything else would be serious -- we don't let issues into our scenes.)
Psyche had me kneel and tied me in what she calls the triangle position. It's one which we've only just tried, where I kneel up and she ties my wrists and ankles. If I was on my front this'd be hogtying, but we both think that's an ugly name. She then logged onto the site which I'd been watching and looked through the pictures herself, stopping to comment on them and to play with me from time to time. The tying didn't come through quite right -- it's the first time we've tried tying me in this position and we still need to work out the right way to tie the knots -- so she had me kneel on the bed with my face in the pillow while she looked at the rest of the pictures.
By now we were both getting very excited. Psyche sat on the edge of the bed and made me kneel on the floor and kiss her pussy. Oral sex is something that turns me on fantastically -- it captures everything that the domme/sub relationship is about for me. Next she had me kneel in what we've dubbed the toy position: this is where she lies as if to receive missionary-position sex, but I'm only allowed close enough for her to use my erect penis to tease her clit. One of the things about this position is that my Lady often finds it difficult to hold back from full-on fucking once this has started. This was one of those occasions.
(Living in rented accomodation means that I've had to be a bit inventive with finding things to be tied to. My bed is on castors and doesn't have much of a head, so I've got four lengths of cord that we knot around them and then around me or Psyche when one of us needs restraining.)
When I'd finished, she had me come over to her and kneel by her feet. It was around this point that I realised I hadn't written for the deadline that Psyche set. Not knowing how to admit this, I kept quiet until she found out.
Normally when she spanks me she's quite gentle, but this time she really cut loose, using her hand and a plastic coathanger. When, as she sometimes does, she stopped and asked me how many strokes I'd had, I had to guess -- I'd started trying to count, but the pain had gotten in the way.
(What's really cruel is when she makes me keep track of the number of strokes to the left and right buttock simeltaneously.)
She turned me over and tied me down, leaving one arm and leg free, while she went downstairs for ice.
Ice is interesting to use; it's fun because it can be left on somebody while the Dom/me does something else. Psyche and I use it fairly infrequently -- I only get it when I've been really bad. Normally, we place it quite carefully on each other, in sensitive areas: chest, navel, breasts, and only very rarely on the genitals -- the stuff is painful enough as it is. I got one piece on my neck, one on my chest, and one in the dip of my stomach, which was enough to really make me whimper quite loud. Unfortunately, my Lady interpreted this as giggling, and thrashed me around some more; the ice got taken off for a while while she bit and pinched me (I'm extremely sensitive to this, especially in the skin near my nipples and thighs) and then
THREW
the cup full of ice back onto me.
I squealed quite a lot at that. Some of the ice had melted by then, so I was lying tied down with freezing water dripping all over my body, down my sides and into the small of my back. I'm quite glad my housemate was away for the weekend -- if she didn't know us better she might have come running in expecting to see me badly injured. I think Psyche even managed to scare herself a little with just how cold I was when she removed the ice.
The other part of the evening was spent punishing me for having looked at porn.
(Since I was about sixteen I've been fairly hooked on internet porn; I've recently decided to give this up, or at least transfer my attention to porn that's of a decent quality. We've agreed that Suicide Girls -- which was what I'd been looking at -- is allowable, and therefore something which can feature in our scenes. Anything else would be serious -- we don't let issues into our scenes.)
Psyche had me kneel and tied me in what she calls the triangle position. It's one which we've only just tried, where I kneel up and she ties my wrists and ankles. If I was on my front this'd be hogtying, but we both think that's an ugly name. She then logged onto the site which I'd been watching and looked through the pictures herself, stopping to comment on them and to play with me from time to time. The tying didn't come through quite right -- it's the first time we've tried tying me in this position and we still need to work out the right way to tie the knots -- so she had me kneel on the bed with my face in the pillow while she looked at the rest of the pictures.
By now we were both getting very excited. Psyche sat on the edge of the bed and made me kneel on the floor and kiss her pussy. Oral sex is something that turns me on fantastically -- it captures everything that the domme/sub relationship is about for me. Next she had me kneel in what we've dubbed the toy position: this is where she lies as if to receive missionary-position sex, but I'm only allowed close enough for her to use my erect penis to tease her clit. One of the things about this position is that my Lady often finds it difficult to hold back from full-on fucking once this has started. This was one of those occasions.
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