On Location

Our hotel room on our most recent trip was not very photogenic. The lighting was odd, furniture not well placed, weird wallpaper and carpeting. My Master was feeling utterly uninspired to take pictures of me.

So we went on location. We were in Vegas, which is a town filled with people taking pictures of other people. And if my dress was a little unusual for a weekday morning, well, it’s Sin City – it couldn’t possibly be the first time. We brought a bag filled with shoes and clothes and staked out locations near to the bathroom for quick outfit changes.

On this trip, we only had time to hit our casino and the one across the street, but if we get back to Vegas, i expect that we’ll seek out some even more interesting backdrops, because this was a ton of fun.

There’s a couple more pictures below, but visit my Flickr page for the full set.

Lessons not learned

See the picture above? Do up one more button, and you’ll have a perfect picture of my attire when my Master and i stopped at the hotel bar for a snack after our night out on Friday last week.  That’s right, i forgot to take my collar off AGAIN. This time my Master noticed it, but since i hadn’t remembered and He didn’t care, He just waited to see what would happen.

What happened is that we finished our snack and were getting ready to go, and He leaned into me and whispered into my ear that i was still wearing my collar. At which point i swore at Him. Repeatedly. And He just laughed at me. “There are so few things you find humiliating,” He said, “I have to take them when I can.”

Uh-huh. But i figure that probably no one noticed the collar because they were all too distracted by the 8 inch long school girl skirt it was wearing.

Although i was sitting in a much more ladylike fashion. Well, as ladylike as i could on the little end table Master was making me sit on in the bar. Eventually i switched to His lap. Better? Worse? Who knows. i’m sure there were at least some people figuring that He’d paid for me…

i had a good excuse for forgetting my collar, which was that i was blissed out on endorphins.

We’d had a really good time at the party the night before, and when our Friday night plans finished quite a bit earlier than we’d anticipated, we decided to venture out and try (one of?) the BDSM clubs in town. We got there pretty early, and a rope bondage class was just finishing up, so we had to wait around for that to clear before they opened up the play space.

i will say again that we’ve been very spoiled by play spaces in other cities. Despite having a lot of square footage, this club’s space was really oddly laid out, and the ambiance, very, well… grungy.  And once again, not the same quantity or quality of play equipment we’ve grown used to elsewhere. Particularly lacking were the nice padded spanking benches, which we are used to seeing in a wide variety of heights. i decided later that it must be part of the NYC scene vibe to make bottoms hold difficult positions for flogging or some such. But we like spanking benches because they support me so i can drift away on the pain, while putting me at a nicely ergonomic height for my Master.

At least there wasn’t much competition for the equipment that was there – in sharp contrast to the previous night’s hordes of beautiful people, this club was very sparsely attended during the time we were there.

Despite the disappointments, we did manage to have a really excellent scene. We found a spanking bench of sorts, and my Master started building me up, working me over with all the toys we’d brought with us. He was harder and meaner and spent a longer time than usual, which i liked, and i got nice and floaty and out of my head as He took me to subspace.

So really, it shouldn’t be a surprise that i’d forget my collar again. Forgot my wrist cuffs too, but at least those were hidden by my jacket, so i didn’t have to be embarrased by those until i got back to the room. And i guess i did learn one lesson. One which my Master teaches me every time He gets the chance. Whic is that a little embarrassment never hurt anyone, and is sometimes just what a submissive needs to remember her place.

Out on the town

One of the things my Master and i like to do when we’re travelling is to go to any local BDSM clubs or parties that are going on. We’ve had amazing experiences at clubs in Chicago and Seattle, and we’re always looking for a similar spot in whatever city we’re visiting.

So i was tasked with checking out the scene in NYC, and discovered that there was going to be a “Suspension” party while we were visiting. Suspension is the name of party, not necessarily the theme. There’s no website for it, but you can check out the NYC Fetish Tribe group on Fetlife for more details.

We weren’t really sure what to expect, but we dressed me up, packed a toy bag and headed off. Our first impressions weren’t great, as the space seemed really small, but then we realized that there was a whole back room we’d missed on our initial walkthrough of the space, and that made a big difference! As did the all of the beautiful people in amazing fetishwear. i felt totally underdressed.

But that didn’t stop us from having a good time. We watched some beautiful rope bondage and suspension, then moved into the back room and settled into a comfy little nook. The party was in the basement of a bar, so not really laid out for playing, but people made do.  My Master put me across His lap and gave me a really nice warm up spanking leading into flogging and paddling.  At various points both of my Master’s hands would be on my body AND there’d be someone flogging my ass, so i quickly figured out that He was pulling passerbys into the action, and that really got me turned on. My ass got so hot from the flogging that when my Master ran an ice cube (from a cup of ice someone had given Him to play with – such friendly helpful folks, lol) over my ass, it felt absolutely heavenly. And usually i hate ice!  This sort of thing went on for a quite a while until i gave a really big yelp over something (probably the paddle) and He decided i was done.

After that, i was feeling randy and exhibitionistic, and discovered that the sides of the booth we were in were perfectly spaced for me to lie on my back and hook my legs up on either side of the booth. i swear i wasn’t actually trying to invite my Master to spank my cunt, but of course that’s what ended up happening.  He spanked hard, and then in little light smacks that were just arousing and not painful. And then He slid a piece of leftover ice under my g-string and started spanking me hard with that against my cunt. This time the ice was NOT my friend and he got some really loud yelps, and maybe even swearing.

We wandered back out into the front room again to see what was going on, and ended up talking for a while with one of the party hosts and doing lots of people watching. The atmosphere at the party was really amazing. It was busy but not wall-to-wall people, which gave us lots to look at.  Nearly everyone was wearing great fetish clothes.  It was a pretty young crowd, the music was good, and the whole thing had really good energy. As i said to my Master, this is the sort of thing that people probably expect SM clubs/parties to be, but that in our experience they rarely are.

With all that great energy swirling through the air, it was no surprised that we ended up back in the back room for another scene. This time my Master had me lie down on a couch type bench along one wall. i don’t remember the sequence of it all, but there was more spanking and flogging, and lots more cunt spanking, which i found myself getting really into. Because i was wearing panties, it wasn’t as stingy as it can sometimes be. And we’d also been doing a lot of it that night, so my skin was more acclimated, and i was able to get past the pain to pure rhythmic pleasure from it. And it sure didn’t hurt that my Master was alternating the spanking with rubbing and patting. i came about as close to coming as that sort of thing will ever make me.

When He was done with me, it was pretty late by our standards (although the party goes until 4, so they were just getting going!) so we headed out. We’d had an early and light dinner, so after all that play we were starving. We grabbed pizza slices from a random pizza joint on the corner, and were sitting down at a table in the window to eat them when i realized that i was still wearing my collar. And not my pretty little dress collar that passes as a goth choker. No, my real, full on, inch wide collar with d-ring that you’ve seen in so many of these pictures. Neither my Master nor i had realized it until that very minute. Turning beet red, i slipped it off and into the toy bag, then finished my pizza and we headed out to a taxi, while i studiously avoided looking at the guy working behind the counter!

Exposed

“Follow me,” my Master said. i got up from my position seated on His lap in the social lounge area of the BDSM club we were visiting. i followed him into one of the play rooms. He pointed to the wall. “Stand over there.”

i followed his instructions, leaning up against the wall, not sure at all what He had in mind.

“Time to say bye-bye,” He said, and pulled a blindfold over my eyes. Then He opened the buttons on my sheer blouse to reveal my breasts completely, pulled my skirt up in the front and had me hold it there, and pulled my panties halfway down my thighs.

And then He left me there.

It was a very cold night, and early, so the club was pretty quiet. But He’d positioned me directly across from the shelf unit where people store their toy bags, so every few minutes i’d hear the creak creak creak of someone walking past. But i had no idea if they were looking at me or not. My Master and i had been playing around a bit in the social area, with him revealing me and playing with my cunt, and we’d been surprised at how unwilling people were to look. So i wondered if this was the same, and i was just standing there exposed but unnoticed.

Every so often my Master would come over to check in on me. In the beginning, i thought i could tell when He was near, but then He managed to get much sneakier and would just appear out of nowhere. After i’d been standing for maybe 10 minutes, He had me start playing with my clit and nipples while i posed.

Through it all i was definitely getting aroused, but also embarrassed. i kept breaking out into a big grin to fight the embarassed giggles that wanted to come.

By the time someone actually came along who was willing to engage in the scene, i was very nervous. She complimented me on how nice i looked, exposed like that, and i got out a “thank you” and turned bright red. As she went on commenting about “how i looked like i wanted to pull my skirt down, but my nipples were telling another story,” i was totally trying to turn around to face the wall, i was so embarrassed.

Once one person engaged, that broke the ice for others, and at least a couple of male voices joined in the teasing. This lasted for a few minutes, in a couple of rounds. My Master let me stay there for a little bit after that, then came and took my blindfold off and let me throw my arms around Him and shower Him with kisses.

We talk a lot about putting me on display, and it was even more intense in reality than it had been in fantasy. (And this was without a “touch me” sign on the table beside me or around my neck, which is one of the things we’ve talked about.)  i definitely have an exhibitionistic streak, so i was surprised at how nervous it made me.

One of the things that made it work so well is that i had no idea it was coming. For all i talk about being a planner and overthinking, the fact that i just had to take this as it came was incredibly powerful. i told my Master that, and got back “You think i don’t know what you need?” He knows me so well.

Before we left the club He introduced me to the woman who had started the fun, and one other guy came up to me at one point while i was still standing against the wall, but without my blindfold, and commented that i could see them now, so i knew he had played. But i don’t know if there were others, or how many of them. For the rest of the night, whenever someone would give me a friendly nod, i’d have to wonder if they’d seen me standing there playing with myself like the little slut i am.

Great fun. Master told me later that someone had come up to Him while i was standing there and asked “Training exercise?” We’re not much on protocol, so my Master responded “No, she just likes it.”

And He’s right. As usual.

Like a $20 whore

On a recent visit, my Master was making me the subject of one of our massive photo shoots. If you’ve read the “renewing and reviewing” series, you’ve seen a lot of them. Taking pictures of me in all these compromising poses always makes my Master hot, and that time was no exception. After every couple of poses, He would come over to me, pop open His button fly and pull out His cock for me to suck. He told me how hot it was for Him, me sucking His cock while He was fully clothed, and it was really hot for me too. i felt really slutty, like a whore. And it got even hotter when my arms and legs were bound behind my back and my mouth was just a hole for Him to fuck. That was really fucking hot. He really likes my hands on His cock and balls when i’m giving Him a blowjob, so face fucking is pretty rare for us, but i always find it really arousing and submissive.

Fast forward to one night about a week after our visit. i’d been given permission to masturbate, and as i found myself thinking back to that day my mind took off into a fantasy.

i imagined us parked in a parking lot (maybe at the hotel?) late at night. Not right under a light, but close enough that someone really interested could see in. i imagined my Master pulling His cock out of His pants like that, and me sucking Him off right there in the car, like a whore giving a $20 quickie blowjob.

In my fantasy, my Master had just finished coming in my mouth when we heard a sharp rap on the window of the car door. Rolling down the window we saw a security guard leering in the window. He threatened to turn us in, but (of course) offered to let us off if i sucked his cock too. He came around to my side of the car and i opened the door, then leaned out the open door as He pulled his cock just far enough out of his pants for me to deepthroat. It didn’t take long at all until His come followed my Master’s down my throat. Then the rent-a-cop zipped up, told us to get moving, and walked away into the night.

On the bottom (part 2)

Part one is here.

Saturday night we went off to a play party, arriving late with the party in full swing around us. We camped out by a cross, and when it came free, my Master bound me to it. i hadn’t been in the position long before i had to beg Him to please let me take off the 4-inch stiletto heels i was wearing – being bound on the cross the balls of my feet were taking the full force of my weight, and it was the wrong kind of pain, the kind of pain that would keep me from going where He wanted me and where i needed to be.

He began with the heavy suede flogger, and when my skin was nice and warmed up, switched to a light rubber flogger. Usually this flogger doesn’t make much of an impression on me, but that night He was catching my ass expertly with just the tips, and i began wondering if there was a new toy in the bag i didn’t know about. But i had no question of that when the next toy came out, a red sort of plastic kind of flogger that is all sting, and that i have become inordinately fond of (i used to think i preferred thud).

Then He pulled out the riding crop, and i really started writhing and arching away from the cross as best i could. And yelping. Out came the (damned) ball gag, never my favorite. This time was especially difficult, as i’d had dental work recently and the gag was really making my jaw sore. i started panicking a bit, worried that i wouldn’t be able to tell Him if something went wrong, and the pain in my jaw (like the shoes earlier) was preventing me from going deep. i twisted around and pleaded and begged with my eyes and in grunts from behind the gag, and He took it off for me. (Thank You, Master.) Then He began to really work on my ass with the crop again, using the whole length of it, not just the flap on the end. And that’s when i got to the point where all i could think about was breathing.

i’m stuck in my head a lot, and this kind of scene is one of the few things that can get me out of it. Master says He saw me go, and i wonder what that looks like from His side. i remembering yelping and arching and Him telling me three more strokes and He’d be done. i took the three more, and both wanted more and was glad He was done, which probably means it was indeed the right time to stop. He took me off the cross and walked me over to a chair, where i curled in on myself while He got me some water, then sat on His lap curling into Him until i could open my eyes and see the world again.

God, i needed that.

The standing position of the cross meant that His strokes were mostly going on the upper part of my ass. Usually i’m in a kneeling position and He focuses on the so-called “sweet spot” where ass meets thighs. (“Sweet”, my ass – that spot HURTS!) So when i knelt on the bed on Sunday for Him to take a picture after the marks had come out in full, He noticed that there was still this whole blank canvas on the bottom half, and i got my third lovely spanking of the weekend. (Thank You, Sir.)

The darkest of the marks lasted for over a week. The last couple of times we’d been together i’d been disappointed not to have marks and a sore bottom as reminders afterwards. But for whatever reason – the music, the crowd, the energy, the furniture? – we tend to play much heavier at parties than when it’s just the two of us. i don’t know, but i was glad His visit coincided with a play party, and i know He was too.

Breakfast in chains

Friday morning was our last day together and we had a destination breakfast planned. My Master instructed me to wear my wrist and ankle cuffs under my clothes. i’ve worn the ankle cuffs before, but never the wrist cuffs, and i was really stressing out about it. They were either too bulky under the cuffs of my shirt, or slipping down below the cuffs and able to be seen at my wrists. i was still fretting about it when we went downstairs to get a taxi.

Distracted as i was about my cuffs, somehow it never occurred to me that my Master had been talking about having me in chains in public. So it came as a complete surprise to me when He pulled out two clips and a length of silver chain in the taxi and connected my wrists to one another.

i pulled my sleeves down as far as i possibly could, and held the chain and connectors in my hands as we went into the restaurant. i could barely think about what to order, and was stumbling over my words and unable to make up my mind. i was sure that everyone in the restaurant was looking at me, and would see the cuffs and the chain, see me looking like a freak. i held the chain tight, being sure not to jangle and attract attention.

The waiter brought me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and placed it where orange juice usually goes. Way across the table, at least from the perspective of my chained wrists. i stared at it, unwilling to reveal my wrists and my chain in order to get it. Stared at my Master, eyes shooting daggers at Him for displaying me, shaming me this way. It was only after He looked me straight in the eye and ordered me to drink my orange juice that i carefully crept one hand across the table and pulled the glass closer to me, and then up to my mouth to drink. It is rare that my Master gives me a direct order like that, so i knew he was very very serious about his expectations and i had better comply.

Breakfast came. My bagel – the one i’d been anticipating all week – was served with the cream cheese on the side. Which meant i was going to have to spread it myself. It took many deep breaths, and many furtive glances around the room before i finally picked up a piece of bagel and my spreader. Even so, i was practically spreading the cream cheese with the bagel in my lap. Master was very amused throughout, while i was feeling angry and defiant, stomping my feet from time to time like a little child.

It was the longest breakfast ever, but finally it was over. i carefully clutched the cursed chain in my hands as we left the restaurant and got into a taxi back to our hotel. In the taxi, Master looked over at me, sitting ever so still, tense and uptight, and asked me “Would you be so afraid to jingle if i bought you bangly bracelets?” And at that, i finally realized that it didn’t matter what other people thought. The cab driver, those people in the restaurant, they were never going to see me again, but this man across from my was my Master and my Owner. And finally i relaxed, and submitted, and accepted my role as His slavegirl in chains.

But i still clutched my chain ever so tightly when we got out of the cab and went back into the hotel.

Airport Greeting

i barely slept a wink Monday night, the night before i left to spend 3 nights and 4 days with my Master. So i had no problem getting out of the house and to the airport in plenty of time to check in and get to Master’s gate. But then the security lines were very long, and i was having a problem with my shoes, and i began to worry that i was not going to get there on time. Fortunately, i was only a couple of gates away by the time He texted me that He had landed and that if i wasn’t at the gate when He arrived i’d be punished.

i even had time to fix my shoes and adjust the clothes Master had instructed me to wear for Him (red button down shirt, black lace bra, black g-string, black stockings, short-but-not-too-short black pleated skirt, 4-inch black patent stiletto heels). i posed myself fetchingly directly across from the jetway door. i stood there, waiting as patiently as i could. And then He messaged me again.

I want you at the gate, kneeling, when i get off my plane.

i did a double take, checked the message again. Looked around at all the people waiting to get on that very same plane. What would people think? He couldn’t really mean for me to do that, could he? But of course He did. i am His slavegirl, i hadn’t seen Him in many many weeks, this was how He wanted and deserved to be greeted, and it was not mine to decide.

i took my suitcase and went back into the gate area. i acted as nonchalant as i could. i stood with my suitcase for a moment, pretended my feet were sore, then carefully dropped down to my knees. I leaned casually against my suitcase, like this was just a totally normal thing to do. i didn’t look around much, so i don’t know if anyone was staring. i just waited to serve my Master.

When the door opened, i pushed my suitcase to one side and dropped my hands down to my sides. i consoled my shame with the thought that i wouldn’t have to wait long, since Master almost always gets upgraded to first class, and so is usually one of the first people to get off of the plane.

But as the disembarking passengers filed past me one by one, i realized that Master had his own ideas about how long a slavegirl should wait for her Master, and how long she should be displayed. My Master was the last one to come out of the jetway.

i blushed as He paused just through the jetway door to look at me. His eyes traveled up and down my body, and He smiled and nodded His approval. And then He came over to me, gave me His hand, and pulled me up and into His arms.

Binding Old and New

The last night of our trip, my Master took me to a very nice restaurant. This is something that we have done together for years – we are both passionate foodies, and we enjoy eating fabulous meals together. Neither of us wants to lose our friendly dinner conversation and chatter, so our D/s dynamic tends to take a back seat during dinner.

Not this time, though. We are seated at a table along a wall, me on the banquette, him at the chair across the wide, wide table. He holds a black something in his hands, then passes it across the table to me. It’s folded so neatly I think momentarily that it’s a rectangular black jewelry box, but when I take it in my hands he says “Tie your legs together under the table,” and I realize that it’s one of his favorite cloth bondage ties.

I blush. I look around at all the people in the restaurant. Then I lean down under the table and tie the black cloth around my ankles. I feel much more submissive, and it almost makes up for the distance between us across the table. We realize that in every meal we have eaten together so far this trip, we have been seated in lovely little corner tables, or kitty corner across a table, and neither of us knows quite what to do with the huge void between us across this big, big table. When my Master comes over to my side of the table to peruse the wine list with me, a sympathetic waiter resets our table so that we can sit together on one side of the table, and that just feels so much better.

We place our orders, chat with the waiter and the sommelier and each other, and through it all, I can feel that black cloth tie binding my ankles together. And it is the perfect blend of old us and new us. Every time I try to change position, cross my legs, stretch, there is that reminder of my submission. A reminder of who I am, who he is, who we are together.

Off and on through our meal I wonder if anyone can see me, bound like this. We have been checking out other women’s shoes under their tables – perhaps they are doing the same? Our table does have a very thick pedestal leg in the center, however, and I suspect my legs were safely hidden. Still, the two tables on either side of us are the last two tables they seat in the entire restaurant, so who knows?

We finish dessert, take a last nibble on petit-fours, and then he reaches under the table and unties me. And although my legs are free, I am still bound to him, inextricably.

A Little Shoe Shopping

I’m sitting here at my Master’s feet. He’s working on his computer and is letting me work on mine. So far we are having a wonderful visit. Today we went shopping for a pair of heeled sandals for me to wear with my new micro-mini skirt. The sales person was being very helpful and pulled up my jeans to help me buckle the straps on the sandals. Fortunately, she didn’t bat an eye at the leather cuffs I was wearing underneath! I must have turned about 6 shades of red, but otherwise played it as cool as I could! The new shoes are very sexy (mine are black, not silver), and I’m looking forward to wearing them out with my Master this evening.