The New Bath Brush

After all the birthday celebrating, Master and I came home with new toys. The three rattan canes from Sir Areli and her submissives were the first to be experimented with. Master just tapped them a few times on my ass to see my reaction and for me to give him input as to the feeling and if they wrapped easily with his stroke. Master wants to read a bit on caning properly and probably watch someone before he will be confident to use this as a regular play tool. He’s all about doing it right or not at all.

Then we pulled out the new bath brush. It’s made of hardened plastic over a metal core. It’s weighty and has the blend of a thuddy sting. Just my type of toy! Master playfully tapped my ass, but from the first swat I wanted more. We moved to a more comfortable position on my knees in front of the futon. I wasn’t sure how much I could handle from that toy and was really excited to see how far I could go with it. My whole mental state was seeing if I could relax and take whatever he wanted to give.

Upon the first playful swats and the warm up I knew that this toy was perfect for what I needed. I needed escape, I need to feel the pain long after it was done and I loved the sound of the tool too. Master took it slow and easy at first, warming my ass for the harder swats later. I concentrated on my breathing and absorbing the sensations I was getting.

Taking turns on each side, Master warmed my ass perfectly and then brought more force into the brush. It sank deep into the tissues of my ass and I could feel it deep within me. I’ll make no lie, it really did hurt, but I loved it too. Through sharp intakes of breath, moans, groans and other noises I took in every swat.

It got harder and harder as Master started using sets to issue some light ones and then a hard one, still alternating cheeks. I noticed my left side was hurting a lot more and let him know I had a sissy ass cheek. He played that one lighter (although he could have been really sadistic and played it the other way!) and as I floated I got quieter. He asked me what color I was or how I was doing, I can’t really remember because all I remember is him asking me questions… kinda.

It was working. I was relaxed, enjoying the playful pain, the intense pain and the pattern of heat I could feel going through my ass. I could feel a vibration take over inside me, I felt giddy, I felt relaxed and I felt heavy. I knew Master was really getting into it too because he just kept going. It got pretty intense and I went really far. I think that the bath brush got me further than I had been in a long time.

Master played me just right and then slowly reduced his pace. It was ending but I was still high as a kite. He got the lotion and rubbed my hot red flesh and poked areas that might develop bruises later and then asked me to lay on the bed.

We cuddled for a long while. I got loopy. Master said he wanted to record it so that I could see how I act when dopped up on endorphins. Thankfully he didn’t. We spent a long time together. I know I got horny or admitted I was horny but I can’t remember the sex. It was in a fog but I know it was good. It’s always good. I’m also sure Master forgives me for not remembering. After another long time holding each other, Master tucked me in and off to sleep I drifted, in his arms.

Bath Brush Bliss.

–luna

Newly Discovered Blogs

Here is my list of newly discovered blogs within the BDSM blogosphere! I have found them very interesting and enjoyable to read. I hope you will enjoy them and feel free to leave a comment or two. You just may find a new favorite blog!

New To Spanking

Beautiful When You Cry

Akittenone’s Weblog

lalana’s Journey

Once More Please, Master

Kink and Collars

Imperfect Grace

a guiding hand

subessence

Birthday Events 3: Dinner, a Spanking and a Show

After the shopping we checked into the hotel. Master left the paddle in the car, which I thought was odd but didn’t think to hard about it. After entering the suite I wanted to relax for awhile before going out to dinner. This is where Master informed me that we weren’t going out to dinner at a restaurant. He had set up with some friends of ours and we were going there for dinner! It was such a wonderful surprise and nothing as I expected. The surprise continued when he said that we were going to a midnight show. I was later to find out that it was a cabaret!

I took a quick shower and Master hoped into the whirlpool. Then we dressed and got ready to go. I was grinning from ear to ear with the new news about our dinner plans. Master said that they were making Shrimp Scampi, as I requested. (Master had asked me almost a month earlier what meal I would have for my birthday if I could have anything.)

When we arrived we were greeted by Sir Areli. She and her submissives Lilly and Catherine have become great friends of ours. I really enjoy the time we get to spend with them. I can relax and be myself without having to worry about slipping into lifestyle situations or uncomfortable conversation for others. I really feel that we have things in common and other things we can learn from each other.

Dinner was fantastic. I loved the company, the food was yummy and the home recipe angel food cake was a winner! Yum. What more can I say.

After dinner we chatted for awhile. Then Master (or was it Sir Areli) mentioned my birthday spanking. You could have seen the blood drain from my face. Master wanted to do my spanking at her house in her play space. Oh god. I was nervous and uncomfortable all of a sudden. Part of me was very excited though. Master went out to get the paddle and I ran to the bathroom one last time.

We went downstairs to the play space and Master and Lilly pulled out the spanking bench to the middle of the room. I undressed, even though Master said I only needed to take off my pants and panties. I replied that it would look odd to have my bottom half exposed while still wearing clothes on top. I think, now, that it was just a ploy to get naked. I got into position on the bench.

Master started out soft, a little warm up for the hard birthday spanking that was to come. I was breathing and trying to let myself go and enjoy it. It seemed pretty easy. He had me as warmed up as he could, I wasn’t turning pink at all but he said that the real spanking was coming. I had to count. I really hate counting.

The first strike was a surprise but then he dished them out in pairs and sets of three. I was gasping my counts and giggling because it hurt and felt good all at once. I think somewhere around 28 I lost count and being the nice Master that he is, only had me redo the one set of 3 to make it back to 28. I was giggling throughout the last ones and when he got to 31 I though it was over. I was wrong. Sir Areli asked about the one to grow on. So I got one more, but Master used his back hand it was weaker than the others.

I got cheeky here and I really can’t explain why. I’ve never done this before.

“That was whimpy Master.” Oh if we had time for a drawn out spanking I knew I would have been in for it. He gave a few more really hard swats and said that would have to be it. As I was getting dressed, Lilly knelt in front of Master and I and offered their birthday present to him. A trio of rattan canes on varying sizes. Oh, they looked fun. It was a special gift and wonderful idea.

Up until now Master has always reserved the cane for punishment but I’ve started enjoying the cane (and admitted it to him several times where he’d switch toys so that the pleasure wasn’t there) so we’ll have to find a new punishment tool.

Going to the show I was really giddy. I can’t believe I wasn’t tired at all. Sanding in the back alley of the theater (where the entrance to the midnight showing was) was interesting. There were all sorts of weird theater type people there. The seating only had about 40-50 seats but there had to be 100 people in line. Thankfully we were very near the front.

Entering it was really cool. The outfits were so trampy and sexy. As we sat down we could watch couples dance the tango. I was mesmerized. The show started with singing and dancing and debauchery that you would expect at a cabaret. The story was kinda weak but the fun never stopped. I enjoyed the dancing very much, the flirty nature of the dancing girls and the awesome gang fight that turned into a break-dancing competition! Definitely a great show!

–luna

Birthday Events 2: Shopping

We went to the mall. A pretty large mall by our small town standards. The mall was in a larger city and there was no way we would get through all of the stores even if we tried. I was so excited that I was going to be able to go shopping and not have to worry about Master’s patience. See, he’s like a lot of men; they don’t have patience in the way women tend to browse and shop.

I just couldn’t get relaxed though, I kept asking him if we could go here or there. He had to repeat himself frequently with, “You can go anywhere you want, it’s your birthday.” And yet I still asked, each and every store.

We went into Lane Bryant, where I thought I’d be able to try on some clothing. Everything I tried on didn’t fit. It made me realize how much I had gained back and after a few trips to try things on I gave up. It was horrible. So, I didn’t stay in there long. I wanted to have a happy day.

Anyone else dislike the new sizing system they have adopted for pants? It’s ridiculous. I’d rather know I’m a 28/30 than guess at if I’m a 8 yellow or 7 red. It’s so frustrating.

After the clothing store, we went to Bath and Body Works. I love all the wonderful scents in there and found some lucious apple shower gel and some sensual massage oil for Master when I do massages. We also picked up a wicked looking Bath brush. It’s hardened plastic over metal. Quite a weight to it and we swing it bit in the store. I couldn’t wait to give it a try.

We then traveled to the jewelry store, where Master had indicated he would prefer I get my birthday present. How was I to resist?! I looked at most of the birthstone jewels; I wanted a ring. At one point in time I had 4 on my hand at once trying to decide. I saw an Aquamarine set in white gold with filagree etched into the collar of it. It was so pretty. Master smiled and I got that one. It has to be sized yet, so it only fits my pinky finger. I can’t wait to get a picture to share with you all.

After I got the beautiful ring wrapped in the little box and put in the little bag, I asked Master if I could get a manicure. I’ve never had one before. He said yes and I enjoyed the pampering. I have lovely dark red nail polish. I don’t know how long it will last before I need to remove the polish, but I’ll definitely have to get another one. Master even said it’s something I can do to pamper myself like I get my eyebrows waxed.

(One day I’ll get the nerve to go for waxing.)

We left to get ready for dinner after my nails were done. I still had surprises to come!

–luna

Birthday Events 1: Family

My birthday happenings probably began the night before when I got a phone call from my sister. For a lot of other people it wouldn’t be a big deal, but I haven’t heard from her in 2 years. It was almost a fluke that it happened at all.

She had lost my number and then found it again and sent me a text to landline asking if it was still my number and to call her. I did and she had good and bad news. She is getting a divorce; which I wasn’t to surprised about since her husband has been in prison most of their marriage for various drinking offenses. He’s back in jail for falling asleep while babysitting and their two year old went wandering along a busy street with their dog in tow. For 4 hours.

The good news was that she was going to graduate with her Associate’s Degree in Business Management and has plans to get her Bachelor’s in Restaurant Management. I say good for her. She’s made some bad choices in her life that have lead her into trouble, but it appears she is straightening herself out. I’m glad and happy for her.

She wished me happy birthday and we said good-bye. I don’t know if I will hear from her soon, but I know she has my number now.

My sister and I have never been really close, we never had anything in common and when it came to growing up, I had to do it really fast. I was in charge of babysitting when my parents were both at work, and so being sisters together and pals never materialized. I was surrogate mom. I didn’t like it and we grew apart. She made some bad choices in life which left our relationship very sour. I’d always hoped she would turn around and be happy again. Hopefully she has her chance now.

Then Friday morning dawned and I slept in as per Master’s instructions. The phone rang while I was getting dressed and Master asked me who “*****” was. It actually took me a ring and a half to realize it was my mother whom I hadn’t talked to in over 4 years. (She has a different last name that I had never acknowledged.) I stared at the phone for another ring or two before answering. She sounded as she always did; hesitant and cautious. She said she got my number from my sister and asked if that was okay. She wanted to know if i was alright and healthy; that she had a feeling something was wrong with me. I assured her I was healthy and fine and that everything was going well with me. The call didn’t last long, and I don’t know if she will try calling again, now that she knows where I am. I am not sure how I will respond if she wants to see me. I’ve given her so many chances before and always been hurt. I’m not sure if I can do it again.

I didn’t hear from my dad, but I figured he’d try to call when I was out of town and will talk to him this week. I used the gift card he sent me on a new purse. It’s red and suits me just perfectly.

So, that’s the beginning of what my birthday weekend turned out to be. Stay tuned for more, hopefully juicy details :)

–luna

Tagged Meme

Uh-huh… Theresa tagged me. I was on a little break for my birthday but I’m here now :) Of course with 4 years of archives on this blog, it will be hard to come up with things that you don’t already know about! How about things that happened during my birthday weekend…

The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog – some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. My sister called me, who I haven’t spoken to in 4 years. It was a short and interesting call. She’s going to college! Yay!

2. My estranged mother called me after 5 years of not speaking to each other. She got my number from my sister and I was okay with that. It was hard talking to her, mainly because I’ve given her so many chances before; I’m worried that I’ll just end up hurt again.

3. I got an Aquamarine and white gold ring for my birthday from Master! It’s getting sized this week so when I have it back I’ll share a picture of it :)

4. I went to a cabaret for my birthday, it was a wonderful surpise and so much fun too!

5. Wonderful friends Sir Areli and her subs Catherine and Lilly fixed my birthday dinner at their house and we had a grand time together.

6. Master was gifted 3 rattan canes for my birthday. Now that sounds like a new toy to explore and another adventure finding a punishment implement I won’t like. (I’m thinking the horrid misery stick that I keep reading about in kaya’s blog might be purchased for this purpose.)

and lastly…

7. We got a bath brush from Bath and Body Works that sent me into subspace on Saturday, I loved it! The brush is made from hardened plastic over a metal core. It’s heavy and has quite a thuddy sting to it.

I really don’t like to tag people, but if you would like to do the 7 things meme from me, please let me know so I can come read your answers!

More detailed posts about my birthday are sure to come, but this was a fun preview!

–luna

It's My Birthday!

Today is my 31st birthday.

Master is taking me out of town for the weekend so don’t expect any posts here till I get back (unless he asks for them). I’m so excited! He’s got all of it planned and hasn’t let me in on all of the details yet!

–luna

Putting Things Together

I’m a bit of an emotional and mental mess right now. I completely love Master for his patience and understanding during this time. This weekend was great, but the week has only turned sour. I hope that for the weekend it looks up but I can’t say for sure what will happen. I’m so frustrated with things that have happened.

I’m not wanting to talk about it too much, but I’m worried about my emotional strength. I feel like the world is against me. I was so down yesterday that I was really grumpy with Master. It was bad, so very bad. I don’t know if I’m better today, but I feel a bit more balanced. Hopefully I can make Master happy tonight and give him the foot massage he was supposed to have on Sunday.

I’m still feeling physically crummy. I really do hope that it’s all related to my period. Anyone have a period so bad that you hope it only happens once in a blue moon? It’s been that icky for me… just yuck.

Trust me, there will be more organized thoughts here soon.

–luna

Those Special Moments

Saturday was a wonderful day. It started out with a hurried rush to get everything accomplished before our Basic Rope Bondage class we were teaching. The class itself was great. I think that others found the usefullness of a few good rope tricks. Master was really nervous as he isn’t a public speaker. I am very proud of him, he did a great job.

Then we got naughty! The class ended an hour early and everyone cleared out. Well we had the meeting room all to ourselves for an hour before we had to turn it back over to the hotel. So we used it and Master used me. Yum, it was a wonderful quickie and we felt satisfied for later on.

That evening we went to a play party given by a friend for her birthday. She offered her ass for a birthday spanking and she got one! Master joined in and laid a few really nice bare hand sets while everyone else used implements. It was wonderful to watch. One and a half hours later she had a nice rosey ass and a floaty glow. The rest of the night was good as well. I watched some very different play and enjoyed myself immensely.

On the way home Master and I talked and talked. It was the fasted drive home we have ever had. I loved it. We talked about how we play, how different we are from those we watched play. He said he never realized just how much harder we play to those we watched. I never considered myself a hard player, but perhaps we are reconsidering how hard I can play when I’m in the right mood.

Once we got home we had delicious sex again. It was intense and passionate. Master and I were so drained when we were done. We cuddled and snuggled and talked about soulmates. Master asked if I thought he was my soulmate. I said that yes, he could be. He doesn’t believe in soulmates but said if he did that I could be his one.

Then I turned to him for more sex. I gave him a hot and steamy blowjob and then he finished in my pussy. Again another very hot time. It was so good! I’ve been thinking about it since then.

Things changed. We got romantic. We took turns talking about special moments in our history together. We shared so very many. It was wonderful. The night passed and about 3:30am we finally stopped and I drifted off into sleep.

Training With Miss Abernathy and Lesson 1: What is a slave?

One of the books I got from kaya was the Erotic Slavehood book. It is two of Miss Abernathy’s books put together. One of them is Training with Miss Abernathy: a workbook for erotic slaves ans their owners. It’s meant to take at least a year to go through all of the lessons. According to Miss A. she recommends a trainer, but I figure I can do these on my own and with Master’s help if he so desires. It’s all for my betterment, right?

I thought it would be interesting to try to do the lessons and discuss my progress through here. I’ve been meaning to get started on this for almost a month. I don’t know how long it will take me to go through the lessons and activities and the books.

What I do know is that I will make sure to post these in a separate cateogry under ‘Training’ and so anyone can follow along on my quest to finish this workbook. I will try to include the exercise and activity information unless it’s really involving and then I will paraphrase it. You are also welcome to do these activities too on your own journal, blog or right here in the comments section.

So, let’s get to work, shall we?

Lesson 1: What is a slave?

Exercise: Take three slow, deep breaths and clear your mind. JOt down twenty words, phrases, images, or associations that come to mind when you hear the word ‘slave.’ give yoruself no more than two minutes to complete this exercise. Do not think; write. Then look at the list. Surprised? Analyze your answers. There are no wrong answers here.

  1. naked always
  2. no rights
  3. caged
  4. restricted
  5. forced to do things they don’t want to
  6. free in service
  7. content
  8. service
  9. used
  10. Pre Civil War
  11. fear
  12. romanticized
  13. impossible to reach
  14. challenging
  15. aspiring
  16. happy
  17. obedient
  18. interesting
  19. intelligent
  20. kneeling

Well obviously I have good and bad thoughts about word slave. Miss Abernathy explains that slave is used synonymously as submissive in this book, so I have to remember that. I can see how slaves were perceived historically and don’t like to have that connotation attached to it. I can also see good thoughts in consensual slavery and I do hope that I will reach that point where all service for Master makes me happy. Perhaps all of these thoughts is why I’m more comfortable with the term/label submissive rather than slave. I’ll be mentally substituting submissive each time I read slave in this workbook.

Activity: On an index card or other piece of paper, write an affirmation of your right to consent. If you are not familiar or comfortable with the process of composing affirmations, you can use one of these:

  • I have the unalienable right to consent.
  • I control my own destiny.
  • I choose to live a life of right action in service.

Place this sign someplace where you’ll see it several times a day, such as the desk, your bathroom mirror or the refrigerator door. For th next week, each time you see the affirmation, say it to yourself (or out loud).

I choose: I choose to live my life in submission and service to Master.

–luna

New Rules and Ben-Wa Balls

I’m sitting here at work wearing ben-wa balls in my pussy because Master likes that I have some reminder of my position here at work and I think he also gets a thrill with it. The challenge of anyone who has worn them for a duration is peeing. When you express urine your muscles relax and if the muscles relax they could come out. I have asked Master to push them past my pubic bone but I’m still cautious when I go. It’s not a grand sound when they fall out into the bowl.

This is one of the new rules that Master has added to my list. I am to wear the balls to work once a week. I’m comfortable with this rule and hope that it pleases Master when I wear them.

Another new rule is that when Master requests something of me I am to reply with Yes Master. Not that others don’t already do this, and not that I shouldn’t have already. I just haven’t. Now that it is a rule, I have to be more concious. I know Master loves this rule.

I love that Master has given me new rules.

–luna

Structure

I thrive on structure. I like to have things set up with time frames and I like to have enough time to get things done. I don’t do well with stressful deadlines or too much to try to get completed in a short timeframe.

I also love to-do lists. Generally my to-do lists are way too much stuff to get done in a short amount of time. I then feel like I was not successful in my day. And then, I also find distractions a bit too easily. The email could be calling me, the TV may be on, I think I can take a 5 minute break (after only working for 5 mins). I just don’t stay on task.

I’ve often wondered what it would be like if Master had me set up a routine where there were timeframes metted out for different things. For example, from the time I got home till 6:30pm I had to prepare dinner and work on my chores. Then after dinner I had to wash the dishes and finish the chores before I could do anything entertaining. Of course I do have a bed time routine that starts at 9:30pm, but I don’t do that either. Perhaps then my free time would include any time after my after-dinner chores until 9:30pm. I could see it working, but I also see a struggle to get into the habit, as I’ve talked about in a previous post.

I don’t know. I guess I’m craving something and just trying to find a way to fill that need.

–luna

Developing Habits that Stick

I’m in a phase of trying to develop habits and routines that will help with keeping the house clean and my body healthy. In all of this I have found that it’s hard to do all at once, but I’m one of those people that likes results now! :P

So, as I’ve written before I’ve started a Home Management Journal to help me on my way. It’s beginning to shape up and look great, but I have yet to start any of the routines outlined in it. I use it for the menu plan and grocery list helpers so far, but none of the cleaning that I ultimately want out of it, or the budgeting, or the diet changes stuff.

Where do I get this motivation to do it? Perhaps I’m just going to have to survive on one change at a time. I read somewhere that it takes something like 30 days for a habit to stick, and that’s doing it every day. So, what happens if sweeping the floors is only scheduled for 2 times a week? Does it take 6 months to get it down?

I know Master would love to see me with a routine and a cleaner house. I would feel more organized and happier with myself if I can get this going. So, if it doesn’t settle in soon that I figure out how to get this working to my satisfaction I’m going to have to look for alternatives, even if it means getting up early (ick).

–luna

Returning to Strict

Master has begun to return to the strict man I know him to be. He told me last night during dinner that he’s been lenient since we moved in August. Now he is returning to how he prefers to be. I’m silently giddy that he will be correcting me frequently, tightening the reins and perhaps we will move into a depper mindset more frequently. He wants to start some of the training ideas that we’ve discussed and maybe incorporate some of the ones I’ve thought about and written about on my blog here.

From what I know from past experience I will struggle quite a bit in the beginning until I can adjust to the way things will be. That too is exciting and also calming. I will be returning to my place figuratively at his feet.

Tomorrow I give Master a sensual full body massage. I’ve been reading a massage book so that I can provide him with a more educated sensual touch. I think he will be plesantly surprised with what I’ve learned. We also do a foot soak and massage on Sundays and he talks about it all week that he looks forward to it. It’s all about the bonding we do during that time I think. I love it and feel so happy in service when I’m rubbing his feet.

I’m supposed to give Master a blow job today but I just don’t feel in the sex mood. It could be due to my current punishment. Master has driven me close to orgasm almost everyday and it’s so frustrating. I think part of me really hates him right now. Which is probably why when he reminded me that I had a blow job to give I instantly had a vision of chopping his dick off. Grr, I didn’t want to do it at all!

On the 7th, I took off his collar to shower as I always do and forgot to put it back on, total accident. He was lenient in that my punishment is I can’t have an orgasm until after my period this month (expected around the 20th).

We are going to munch tonight in a nearby town. It’s at a restaurant that has Drag Queen shows on Saturdays. It should be a fun time! I’m sure I will enjoy myself immensely.

Next week is the basic rope bondage class. I’m getting excited about it and also hope that enough people show up to make it fun for everyone. Master has a handout and will be burning some Two Knotty Boys videos onto CDs for people to take home :)

–luna

Thursday Question #55: Legal Slavery Revived, What Would You Do?

Every week there will be a BDSM question posed to readers here at BDSM is Love. Feel free to answer it as candidly as you’d like. If you’d like to participate in the discussion please leave a comment on this post, send me an email or post the response on your own blog!

This week’s question comes from Submissive Journal Prompts on Sensual Service:

If the govenment brought back real and legal slavery, would you sign yourself over to your Owner as his/her slave?

The Idea of Structured Responses

Going along with added training ideas like the submissive positions, i have always found it fascinating when submissives or slaves have structured responses. I’ve only ever read about them, but I’m sure people use them to some extent. Examples are:

“As Master wishes” or “Only if Master wishes” to indicate a yes or no response

“It would be my pleasure” acknowledging a request

“My pleasure” shorter form of above

“Always in your service, Master” As a ‘you’re welcome’ response

I know that Master wants to work on my speech more, and my attitute within my speech. We are constantly working on my demanding attitude during speech to make it more of a suggestion or request rather than a command. This one is really hard for me but I think I’m making progress.

I’m also very lazy with using Master’s name ‘Master’ whenever I address him. I know he would prefer me to use it every time I talk to him but I just don’t seem to keep that one going. Learning these habits has been hard but not impossible.

I think part of why I forget to use Master’s name frequently is because in normal speech I don’t use someone’s name much either. Perhaps I need to adjust that as well. If I did that it could personalize the conversations better and maybe bring me closer to some people, just by using thier name.

Even at work I have issues using people’s names. Ugh. I have so much work to do in the speech area of things and I know Master has more training planned after I can get the jist of this down enough to add more to it.

–luna

Floating in Rope

On Saturday Master tied me up. As he pulled out the rope I knew that I would be floating very soon.

There is something that happens to me when the rope touches my skin, or I hear lengths fall to the floor as he unravels them in preparation. My heart quickens and I can feel a vibration in my skin in anticipation. As soon as the rope touches my skin I can feel my body respond by sending a hyper sensitivity to where the rope is carressing me. In Saturday’s example he was putting a harness on me. I watch him tie his favorite knot (double coin knot) and as the harness takes shape I start to float.

Peace has found me. I feel that my movements seem slower, I find myself swaying and rocking. I feel free in bondage. If left in restrictive bondage I feel released from stress, from worry and from time. Anything Master does to me while I’m tied is all I focus on. Rope becomes my world.

Some rope sluts say they fly at the first touch of rope. I tend to start floating then, but flying really doesn’t come from decorative bondage. The restrictive bondage is where I feel released from this world and am in my own world. The longer Master lets me go in this realm the more relaxed I feel.

It’s heaven in rope.

Four years ago Master arrived by airplane to see me for the first time and spend his holiday with me. He never went home. Since then we have gone from very unsure kinksters to 24/7 lifestylers respected by the local community. Our relationship continues to blossom and grow into our perfect happiness.

Happy Anniversary Master.

–luna

He Spit On Me

Master mentioned shortly after we started face slapping that he has had the urge during play or sex to spit on me. I am accepting of the fact that he would do it and I would have to accept it or discuss it later on.

During our recent play with the new rabbit vibrator, Master tied me up to the bed, in all sensory deprivation glory and spit on me. It was a shock and humiliating and interesting. I was grossed beyond grossed and partially turned on. Rather intriguing that I would feel that way. Any other time that I see someone spit it just sends the heeby jeebies down my back. I even hate it in porn when some women spit on a cock before they do a blow job. It’s just…. gross.

When Master spit on me I felt something a little differnet. He was already degrading me and humiliating me (which I do love to experience) so why not step it up to spitting? It’s intense, really and I think I’d have to be totally in my head space to accept it without replusion. He drives me deeper with this form of intense play and the degredation dance is one that scares the crap out of me. And yet it’s so very hot.

I know that I wouldn’t be able to tolerate how I’m treated during this time if I didn’t trust Master completely. I know that when the session is over he will become the man I love again, the man that does everything to care for me and would drop everything he is doing to hold me and reassure me that his love is as deep as a well without end. For this I can experience the intense sessions we’ve gotten into.

So, how do I feel about spitting? It’s…. one of the tolerable things but I don’t think I’ll ever crave it or desire it, but I know that if Master wants to spit on me again I will accept it.

–luna

Vibrator Love

I finally took up an offer to test out and review sex toys. I don’t plan to do this frequently, but I couldn’t pass this one up. I was emailed by the store owner of http://www.therabbitvibrator.com/ to try out a Rabbit Vibrator from their store for free as long as I shared my experience on my blog. If you read me often you may have learned I’m not really a vibrator girl, and the Hitachi wand is too fierce for my sensitive bits. I’ve wanted a rabbit vibe for awhile, just to see if I could get off with a vibrator.

The package arrived in a standard USPS box and Master opened it up and immediately started playing with it. He messaged me at work to tell me it had arrived and it had a lot of buttons. Oh the fun we would have with the buttons!

The one I got was the Hop’n Rabbit Stroker Vibrator. This one is different than others in that they don’t have the swirling pearls. This one has a shaft that moves up and down. It’s really awesome and I was especially excited to get that going.

The Vibrator is made by Doc Johnson and is almost 11″ long. It has the tell-tale rabbit vibe for the clitoris, but also the pumping action of the shaft. It has several different modes and also an auto option for the bunny ears.

Playtime #1

When I got home from work we wanted to get to work on trying it all out. I laid back on the bed and let Master go to town. I approached this as pleasurable work, really and concentrated on each and every sensation. Master would ask me if I liked this or that and I would respond. Not exactly sexy, right? Wrong! I got so hot and bothered that within 15 minutes I was asking for faster and harder when it was at maximum. I ended up pressing my mound against the bunny and riding it till I was allowed to come. I’d say that after the screaming and thrashing about it was an 8 out of 10. The orgasm that is.

Playtime #2

Later that night Master and I were in a playful mood and I asked him almost forcefully for some rope. It started with the blindfold and ear plugs. then that horrid gag was in place and I was plunged into silence and darkness.

Master bound my breasts tight and then had me kneel on the bed and put my face down into the bed with my ass in the air. The rabbit went into my pussy turned around with the ears teasing my ass hole. OMG was that a lovely feeling. The pumping action of the shaft was more noticeable in this position too. He made bound my thighs to my ankles so that I was stuck in a kneeling position and then did the flogging cuffs to relief stress on my wrists and tied them to my thighs. I was immobile and at his mercy. This was when I realized that he wasn’t holding the rabbit in place. It stayed there on it’s own, just pumping and vibing me into pleasure.

Master gave my ass a few sharp slaps and I had to intake my breath. I was trying to be verbal behind the gag as that’s just how I am. It drove me crazy. I was trembling and so hyper sensitive when Master took the vibe from my pussy and replaced it with his dick. I couldn’t get enough of him. He was aggressive and violent. Scratching my back, slapping my thighs, wrapping my hair around his hands and pulling and then painfully pressing all of his weight into my back which sent my bound tits into a tailspin. The pain was so sharp and overloading. I was so very turned on.

Then he spit on my face…. but that’s for another post.

The orgasm I had the second time was deep and penetrating and full of rope love and deep within myself I was so used and blissed.

Master’s Rating

Master had fun playing with it overall and had some very good things to say about it. He liked that it stayed in place without rope, although I can’t say for sure if that was just luck or not. He felt that the auto button was good but that you had to turn the sensation all the way off in order for the auto to stop. He would have liked to be able to select the auto button again and have it stop. It’s definitely a new toy for our toy bag.

Master rates it 7.5 out of 10.

Overall, I’d give this toy a 8 for pleasure satisfaction and fun.

–luna