Showing posts with label masochist. Show all posts
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Monday, January 13, 2014

The Best Surprises Come Wrapped in Rope

I love it when Master surprises me with a rope bondage session! There is nothing quite like walking into the room and seeing this all laid out on the bed....
Just watching Master getting the ropes ready got me a bit worked up. I kept remembering the sensation of ropes being pulled across my skin. I was aching with anticipation to feel them on me!
I was not disappointed....

Once I was properly bound, Master had me on my knees, in front of the mirror, sucking his cock. I do so love being his cockslave.


Next, Master put me up on the bed and tied my legs in place. I really liked the way he tied my legs. I described it as "comfortable," believe it or not. Before I knew it, I was blindfolded and nipple-clamped. Then, Master flogged me, teased me with the Wartenberg wheel, and fucked me in several positions.


He finished in my pussy, as you can see here:

It was heavenly.


Sunday, September 15, 2013

Leather!

I love the smell of leather. I love the feel of leather. I love the look of leather. I love the bite of a leather toy on my flesh.
I am a big fan of leather!

I've always loved the smell of it. I remember telling my friends "there is just something about it!" back when I was a teenager and got my first leather jacket. References to leather even crept into my emo poetry. I believe Hazy Eyes and Leather was a title I came up with. To me, leather always represented something sexual and exciting. Perhaps because I felt so sexy wearing it?

In my relationship with Master, leather has made an appearance many times. There's the sexy leather harness he picked out for me....


There's the leather corset (my very first corset!)...


There are leather cuffs, to go with that corset....


There is my collar, my prized and treasured collar....


Oh, and let us not forget the implements! Leather floggers and paddles can leave quite the delicious mark!



Leather is always going to be one of those scents that I associate with hot sex (or at least with looking hot!). For me, it shall forever be in style!



 

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Caning


Of the various pain-causing implements of S&M play, the cane is possibly the most vicious. Or at the least, it's the most vicious I've encountered so far!

I haven't been beaten with a cane in a while. Honestly, it is such an intense experience that I do not mind it being more occasional. If I have not achieved an altered state of mind before being beaten with a cane, it is a bit more difficult to process the pain as pleasurable. A caning can bring me to the point of tears, and my ass will hurt for days afterward!

...And yet, I have a perverse love for it. There is nothing quite like feeling the bite of a cane over and over again across my tender flesh....crying and wishing for it to stop....but also enjoying the intensity of the sensation....knowing that the sight of my pale little ass growing increasingly streaked with red is a pleasing one to my Master.....

And when the caning is over, the way he runs his hand over the tender streaks, showing now as highly defined "stripes," is an insanely erotic way to begin the comedown. Fortunately, there is always also a good fucking to follow such an intense scene. Still reeling from the pain of a harsh caning, orgasm is a dramatically opposite feeling. It's enough to confuse the senses, and further drive me into subspace.

It is making my head spin a bit, just remembering...

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Pleasure and Pain Become One and the Same


I was thinking this afternoon about what kind of sex I want to have tonight. I kept swaying between the urge to be choked, spanked, and fucked hard and a desire for tender candlelit lovemaking. Truly, they both still sound incredible right now (with only a couple of hours to go 'til bedtime!).
I absolutely love sexual pleasure. There are few things that can compare with the rush of a particularly strong orgasm. I love the way my body tingles and cries out for more when I'm being caressed, kissed, or tenderly held by my dear Master.

And yet, for me, there is so much additional pleasure to be had in the experience of pain. If I'm in the right mindset, I can take quite a bit of it! Occasionally, incidental pain such as sitting down in short shorts on a hot leather car seat will send a little thrill through me.

But what I'm really getting at here is sexual pain. My ass, nipples, neck, back, even my inner thighs can be deliciously devilish targets for my Master's sadistic whims. If the mood is right, I will eventually lose myself in the sensations of a set of stinging spankings, the licks and bites of a flogger's tails, or the firey intensity of a caning or cropping. When I start to float into subspace, the pain morphs into real pleasure. It's as though, whether I'm bent over Master's knee or having an orgasm at his mercy, the feelings of pain and pleasure are nearly the same! Endorphins course through me and all I can do is smile, cry out, even giggle sometimes. The intensity of pain mixed with sexual excitement truly does create an altered state of mind.
Coming down from this kind of high can be pretty intense, too. But as long as I have a nice, warm place to snuggle with Master afterward, then it's generally a very sweet and gentle comedown. I've noticed that I do get very cold after a trip into subspace. After doing a scene at a BDSM club one night, we went back outside to our car in 80 degree weather and I was shivering!

That place where pain and pleasure meet and merge is downright magical for me. I would describe it as a sense of freedom, of surrender to sensations beyond my control. I love knowing that my Master has that power over me. The power to take my body and mind to a level I couldn't possibly find alone. It's especially magical that we get to take that trip together. I always feel incredibly connected to him after a session where I've hit subspace.

Subspace certianly does not happen for me every single time we incorporate impact play and pain into our evening. And there is still excitement and pleasure to be found in it, whether or not I enter an altered mindstate. Oh, but few things can quite compare with hitting that perfect stride.... "magical" is the best way to describe it.