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HNT: 4/21/2011

Ouchie

 

The Deviant mind of my Master never fails to amaze me! He used my invention against me.

Pup Mentality

“Do you identify with a particular type of animal? Do you use any kind of pet or animal interactions with your owner?”

Mainly I identify with a pack animal. They surround themselves with their own kind and work together towards a common goal. With that said it is definitely the wolf that I align myself towards.

I love that there is only one Alpha Male and Female per pack. She is the only one allowed to breed. I definitely have a pack mentality. That is one reason why I always have pets. Mostly dogs. They need leadership and guidance as much as I do. I know it’s a little different but on this premises it’s actually similar.

I don’t really think of my kinky friends as a pack but I do migrate towards them instead of the more mundane and normal fellows. I need to feel like I am not the only one in this world that feels the way I do.

I lean more towards a puppy when I interact with my Master. Not all the time but it the urge definitely arrises. I nuzzle His hand when I am on my knees by Him when I want attention. When I am feeling some what vulnerable I will put my head in His lap. It makes me feel His strength and that He won’t let anything happen to me.

When I revert to a puppy it’s mainly because of emotional issues. And strangely it helps. Plus it lets Master know right away that I need more assurance and love than usual. So it works both ways.

Night out

Today has been insane! First the truck breaks down and has to be towed. Then our pizza comes uncut with less than half of the toppings. Yep, you heard right! Barely any topings and uncut. Pfft on Dominos.

I have been tired practically all day. We only have 6hours of sleep and its 1:41am now.

The slave I talk to on Fetlife came down with her Owner today. I was so nervous I almost had my Master cancel! I am now happy to say my Master wouldn’t let me. We had so much fum. We went out to Floyds for cobler and ended up with dinner and dessert. Their cheese cake was good. Not as good as their breakfast mind you! And their small chef salad was so HUGE! I was suprised.

The good time carried back over to the hotel. (Nothing dirty you pervs!) The Men played pool and then we all played ping-pong. j and I got all the way to 29 hits without loosing control of the ball! It was so much fun. The Men only got to like 4. *giggles*

It also reassured my Master that we infact aren’t the only S/m couple out there. It helped me too. I wasn’t intimidated by her or Their relationship. I didn’t feel like a foney but instead like a true slave that has a hard time balancing kink with Normal.

I was really glad and relieved about that and this whole deal. I have a feeling W/we may be spending time together and getting to know one another a lot.

Yes Mistress: Part 2

What the hell did I get into?! None of this was part of the deal.

He wanted to scream at her or get up and do something! No matter how loud he would scream deep down he knew it was pointless. His arms were bound in the metal cuffs and chains like his ankles. She made sure he couldn’t fight back. His butt was aflame and throbbing. His cheeks felt so dry they might crack. She had spanked him raw.

“Now for my next trick.” she said from behind him. His whole body tensed up. He could feel her hand rub his ass, down his thigh and between his legs. With a jolt he groans around the gag, drool spilling onto the floor.

Fresh tears leap to his eyes. The hand holding his halls squeezes painfully. His dick twitches in response as a bead of precum drips to the wood floors. His shaking head says no but his member says yes. The pressure receded only long enough for her to tie a piece of rope around them making it so much more painful. His cock hardened even further pulling a reluctant moan from his lips.

Fucking traitor!

The stinging pain to his ass starts again. Her silent strikes with the cane nerving. His body wiggled and tried to doge the pain but the rope around his scrotum tightened bringing a new definition of blue balls. His muffled yelps, groans and screams music to her ears.

His body stops resisting as the endorphins and adrenaline course through his veins. His head lulls to the side in acceptance as he floats with the pain. Unnoticed by him she stops the beating and bends down to inspect his ass and balls. With one last slap of his ass she releases his sack from the rope. A startled cry escapes as the sensation of blood rushing to his balls is to powerful. The awakened orbs release their load on the floor. His time of ecstasy is short-lived.

The woman unlocks his hands and ankles than tears off the gag. Her open palm lands on his face in a stinging blow. Her eyes full of fury as she spats, “You did not have permission! Clean that up!”

His dumbfounded expression infuriates her. Grabbing the back of his neck she pushes his face to the puddle he created.

“Yes Mistress.” He says as his tongue darts out to lap up his own juices.

Yes Mistress: part 1

“Down on your knees.” The vixen in front of him demanded. Her succulent figure clad in a black dress that clung to her like a second skin causing his flaccid groin to stir. He knew from their conversations and emails that she liked to dominate before she fucked anyone. With a shrug he complied.

Hey, if it gets me laid what do I care.

Her smile stopped his heart dead in its tracks. The light in her eyes almost a wicked gleam. He saw it before as they left the restaurant. Only this time its intensity is severe. Where he was he had the perfect view of her ass as she walked to her chest. Unfortunately this view made it impossible to see her pull out a cane and restraints until she returned to him. “What’s all that for?” His voice betrayed his outward calm.

“Quiet. You will see my little bitch.” her giggle set him on edge. So would the comment if she hadn’t warned him on the way here. His rigid body protested to the stiletto foot pushing into his back painfully. With a grunt his body falls to all fours in an embarrassing position. His cheeks flame to a scarlet hue. “That’s such a pretty color on you.”

Cold metal is placed around his ankles with a deafening click. His legs start to part and in a show of defiance he fights with all his might. A yelp of pain slips from his lips, followed by a string of curses. “What the fuck lady?!”

A tsk tsk sound reaches his ears a moment before a second blow lands on his pink ass cheeks. “What a potty mouth you have!” As he reels from the pain she secures his legs so they are wide open. Over his protests and attempts to move he hears her voice. “We will change that!” A ball gag is stuffed into his mouth and buckled behind his head and locked. His wide eyes stare up at her incredulously.

“There.” She giggles.

Cycles

Ok so I slipped up. I know I said I wouldn’t write about bad topics but it needed to be done. Instead of not talking about bad things at all, lets just keep it to a realistic minimum, yeah?

Good moving on.

Once again Master and I talked about needs and the lack of attention mine are getting. He tried to pass it off as His prerogative what needs get met and who’s don’t. Until I pointed out the truth. That none of my needs are being met.

So here we are. Back at the beginning of our cycle. You know the one where I break down, force Him to talk about problems, He says things will change and everything will be great until it starts over? Yep that one! While we talked I started to doodle and it turned into a weird-looking house thing.

Today however, I was looking at Fetlife and there are a couple of good groups that I want to join that I think will help Master and I right now and in the future. One is “How to balance Vanilla and kinky” and the other is “24/7 for real”. By just looking at the topics I know they are a wealth of information with people who go through the same ordeals. At least that is my hope.

I want to create a post about needs or the difference between a want and a need but I don’t know when I will have the time. I’d like to put real pictures on it but the phones totally suck for that. I’m a perfectionist.

Pictures:2

As I wrote yesterday I had a spontaneous burst of erotic picture-taking. The whole experience was fun and kind of kinky. I was so heated I asked to play. His response “yep ya can.” Then “you can play now and later hehe.” I was uber excited. Two play times in 1 day? How did I get so lucky, right?

Wrong.

Remember its Ngt we are speaking of. The man who will say one thing and do the complete opposite. So earlier in the day I was told I would be tied and blind folded. I was again in a jittery state of anticipation.

I told Him the day before that just playing with a toy/finger is unfulfilling and leaves me empty or hollow. Plus I hadn’t cum in two months when He came the last week. When we came to the truck I got all but naked in my eagerness. Turns out it wasn’t needed.

All that was done was me giving Him a quick tug until He came. I don’t like doing that because my hand gets sticky and I don’t like the taste of His cum. I don’t like blow jobs or wads of semen.

So my new upper body harness wasn’t used. (I threw it out the next day) I didn’t get touched and I was never tied up or blind folded. So once again I feel degraded, used, empty, unfulfilled and disappointed. But whats new??

I’ve also realized something. I don’t have to bend over awkwardly to shave my cunt anymore. I will trim it because a full bush is nasty. But I’m the only one to see it, so why bother? It’s not like He uses it enough to notice!