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Ever higher

April 2, 2009

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One of the things we realized through in the class on “ramping” is that my Master likes to be really in touch and connected to me when He is topping me in impact play. And while we have a few toys that are good for close-in work, in order to ramp the intensity of our play with our limited toy collection, He usually has to move up to toys that move Him farther away from me, which then isn’t as satisfying for Him.

Armed with this knowledge and other things we learned in the class, we headed off to the vendor’s area to see what new toys we could acquire. Since we’re long distance, our other toy requirement is that they be small enough to fit in a rollerboard suitcase. We were successful in finding a few new things to add to our toy bag, including a paddle and a bundle of canes bound on a single handle.

We headed off to the day dungeon to try things out. We were pleased that there was a day dungeon – we’re more morning people than night owls, so all things being equal our energy tends to be better for playing during the day. We picked out a nice spanking bench and started playing, with my Master trying out the different rhythmic ideas that Master Gallad had talked about in the ramping class. Unfortunately, there was another scene going on in the room, and the sub was being very loud. When it was just her moaning, i could kind of ignore it. But when she started crying out “Oh fuck!” and “You bastard” it was just too distracting. i let my Master know that the situation just wasn’t working for me, and i wasn’t going to be able to give Him the surrender we were both looking for.

This is where my afternoon took a bit of a turn for the worse. Stopping mid-scene wasn’t good for my emotional state, even though we went up to our room and cuddled for a good long time after. i wasn’t feeling well, and was frustrated that that was impacting my plans and hopes and expectations for the weekend. It took me a long time, and a hot bath in the arms of my Master, before i was able to let go of it all and head back into the fray, as it were.

The universe wasn’t done teaching me that particular lesson yet, but after i picked myself up from my twisted ankle, i was ready to pick up where we’d left off that afternoon.

Up on the spanking bench, a mask blocking out my view of the world, my Master began spanking me. Our afternoon session hadn’t been a total loss, because i had learned and shared with my Master which rhythm resonated best with my body, and as He spanked me i grew more and more aroused. He spent a long time spanking me, gradually increasing the intensity, and when He was ready, moved on, i think to the little wooden paddle.

This was less sensual, but my arousal stayed high and i began to slip into the rhythm of the spanking, although ever aware of my Master’s hand on my back, keeping track of my breathing and my mental and physical state. Things ramped higher, with the little red plastic flogger i love, then the new cane bundle, first with the canes splayed, and then with the o-ring moved up to bind them into a single bundle.

i needed and craved more, and i reached out my hand so my Master could grab it. He leaned in to hear what i was saying above the noise of the dungeon. “More, please Sir, more,” i begged.

He granted my wish, and took my deeper and higher. We’d been at it for quite a while at this point, and when he switched to the riding crop i found it harder and harder to keep up, to stay on that edge, that sweet spot, where it’s almost, but not quite too much. Eventually my Master put all the toys away, and returned to spanking my ass with just His hand.

My ass was so tender and sensitive at this point, and the rhythm so perfect (it’s the same rhythm He uses sometimes when He fucks me) that i was instantly hot, my breath coming faster and faster, my hips wiggling with sexual frustration.

i have never felt closer to coming from impact play, and i could think of nothing but my Master’s cock in my cunt, but alas, penetration was againt the dungeon rules. He took me higher and higher, then stopped, and slid His hand between my legs to stroke my clit. i could feel my dripping wetness against His warm hand. He leaned in again, and whispered in my ear “Are you going to come for me?”

If this were just fiction, i would have come on His hand right then. But this is not fiction, and orgasm does not come easily to this slavegirl, no matter how badly i wanted to give that gift, that thank you, to my Master.

So instead, He slowed His pace, eased me down from my dizzying heights. Helped me down from the bench, and into His warm and welcoming arms, where i belong and wish i could always be.

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On the floor of the dungeon, surrounded by eager Doms

April 2, 2009

Sounds like a great scene in the making, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, i was surrounded by Doms looking to help me out after i twisted my ankle, not ready to ravish my body. (Although i suppose if i’d asked nicely…)

It was sad, really. The dungeon had just opened on Saturday night. My Master had gone in ahead of me, but as i was walking in i noticed that the doors hadn’t been latched, so i took a moment to fasten both into their eye hooks so it would be easier for people to move in and out. This is the sort of little helpful act that i enjoy – it was a small thing, but a good one, and i went into the dungeon feeling really happy to have done it.

i looked around the room to find my Master, and seeing Him a huge smile lit up my face. i’d not been feeling well, and had spent much of the afternoon having a pity party for myself, but i’d finally straightened up and set out to have the best night i was capable of having. So i strode confidently and happily over to my Master, knowing we were going to finish the scene we’d aborted that afternoon.

And the next thing i knew, i was on the floor, and my ankle hurt rather a lot. Eyes up, looking straight at my Master, i’d completely not seen the piece of dungeon furniture between the two of us. It was in a shady spot of the dungeon, low to the ground, and made of thin black metal, so i had a decent excuse for not seeing it. But that was small comfort lying in a heap on the floor, with one of my shoes still tangled up in the furniture in question.

My Master checked on me, then went off to find some ice, and a Dungeon Monitor came over and called for more ice. Master came back with a little cup for me, and soon after a nice big ice bag came. The previously mentioned collection of Doms came over to see if they could assist, offering to strap me to one of wheeled pieces of dungeon furniture to help me move if need be. 🙂

i was kind of in the middle of the space, so as soon as i could i got up and moved over to a more out of the way place, taking a few tentative steps on my ankle. As i’d hoped, it was just a minor twist – tender, but not painful, and after i’d iced it for a while my Master and i were able to get on with the scene we had planned.

But it was one more thing in a series of ways in which the weekend didn’t go just as i’d laid it out in my head. This was very much a weekend of the entire universe reinforcing the message my Master has tried to teach me time and time again. Which is to let go, and particularly to let go of expectations and just take things as they come.

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In which we learn that i have exceptionally smooth inner thighs

April 1, 2009

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My Master and i attended 5 workshops/classes over the course of the three days. Friday night was “Did somebody say gangbang?” with the engaging (and drop-dead gorgeous) Rita Seagrave. While i’ve not seriously considered actually being the center of an actual gangbang, it is a hot fantasy for me, and reading about other people’s gangbang experience always turns me on, so this was an obvious choice for us to attend. We learned about different gangbang terminology and all the things that you need to consider when planning one, like having food on hand, the importance of a “conductor,” and that you always have to invite twice as many people as you actually want to attend.

Saturday morning we attended a demonstration on using “ramping” to increase the intensity of your impact play. As my Master is a relative newcomer to the impact play side of BDSM, this was really useful for us, and later in the day He played with several of the techniques He’d learned in our scenes together, to great positive effect. The ideas are pretty simple on the surface – properly preparing the skin and muscles to be able to accept more and more impact, using rhythm to help guide the bottom into sub space, and the importance of building and maintaining a strong connection to help the top keep the bottom in the sweet spot where it’s almost – but not quite – too much. The presenters – Master Gallad and slave kelly – were top notch and very charismatic and genuine. It was a pleasure to listen to their experiences, and we immediately planned to attend their Sunday session as well.

Saturday afternoon was Lap Dancing 101, also from Rita Seagrave, and this was an amazingly fun class! My Master and i were sitting right up in the front row, and as Rita was prepping for the workshop, she asked us if we’d be interested in volunteering. Of course we jumped at the opportunity. The class started off with Rita giving a very sexy lapdance to Joe the Shoe Guy. Then my Master got called to the front so she could demonstrate some specific moves. Like the classic grind (useful for “mapping” the territory), using your head and hair to best effect, and her “signature spread.” The only that could have made it better for Him was if she would have left her shoes on while demonstrating what could be done with that particular portion of her anatomy. Next up it was my turn, as she demonstrated several moves that were especially suitable for when you’re giving a lap dance to a woman. Such as putting your thigh between her legs and rubbing it against her pussy – which is how we learned that i apparently have exceptionally smooth inner thighs.

My Master told me that giving a lapdance is all about eye contact, and that was certainly true from my experience. Even though she was narrating every action to the crowd in the room, i definitely felt like i was the center of her attention and – for that moment at least – the sexiest woman in the room.

i spent the rest of the class with damp panties, paying special attention to the section on “lapdancing your way into a threesome…”

Sunday morning was The Dance with Master Gallad and slave kelly. This was – kind of – about the spiritual side of D/s and M/s, and increasing and maximizing the underlying power exchange. Since it was held first thing Sunday morning it was a small group, so the discussion was very interactive and comfortable.

Lastly, was another Rita Seagrave presentation – “Just One Finger, Please – An Intro to Anal.” Master and i are a little beyond the beginner phase for anal play (does anyone remember Butt Plug Day?) but she is such an engaging and entertaining presenter that we figured it would be a good panel to go to anyway. And it was – how could it not be, when the presenter gave the first half hour of the presentation while lying prone on a table being fingered in the ass by an audience member?

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Fun with clothes and shoes

March 31, 2009

For some reason, it didn’t occur to either of us until today that it would have been really fun to document my many outfit changes of the weekend. One of the reasons my Master had been looking forward to attending a weekend-long, hotel-based D/s event like this was so that He could dress me up as he pleased and show me off. This weekend was definitely a win for that!

We took 9 pairs of shoes, and i’m pleased to say i managed to wear every single pair of them. i have 4 short skirts that are really a little too short for polite company and I got to wear all 4 of them. i didn’t manage to wear all of my lingerie, but i did get to try out some of my newest matching sets.

Let’s see if i can remember them all…

i met my Master at the airport Friday in one of His favorite looks. Tight skinny jeans, red button down shirt, black stiletto boots (#1), a string of pearls and my leather jacket.

Friday afternoon He had me put on a little black shortsleeve bodysuit, with cap sleeves that slid off my shoulders to reveal the straps of a sexy zebra stripe bra. Since we were walking out to nearby Union Station to explore the lunch offerings, He let me wear a pair of comfortable but cute walking shoes (#2), knowing that i’d be up on my toes much of the rest of the weekend. (Thank You, Sir.) And my little collar (which masquerades well as a choker), which inspired a smiling nod from a couple at lunch who we later saw at BMSL.

When we got back to the hotel and were exploring the event space Friday afternoon, He had me switch into my strappy sandals with the metal stiletto heel.(#3)

For the Friday night meet-and-greet, He dressed me in my short gray school girl skirt with nude hose and black stilettos (#4), topped off with a lacy black bra under my sheer black buttondown shirt.

Saturday morning was probably my favorite outfit of the weekend – a little red school girl skirt, with a white button down shirt unbuttoned far enough to show my lacy red bra, and red stilettos on my feet (#5).

Saturday afternoon i made sure to dress appropriately for the lapdance panel, in case there was an opportunity to try out some moves. Appropriate in this case was the entirety of the awesomely sexy black and white zebra print lingerie set – bra, thong, and matching garter belt, with black stockings, short black skirt, and platform sandals (#6).

Saturday night was elegant and refined – a killer little black dress and burgundy stilettos (#7) for a splash of color and sophistication. i’ve never felt as “Princess by day, slut by night” as when my Master put me up on the spanking bench and pulled up my dress.

Sunday morning called for my stunning red corset top. With jeans and a leather jacket for breakfast, and then with a short black skirt, patterned fishnet hose, and red peep toe pumps (#8) for the first panel of the day.

It seemed a bit extravagant to change clothes between panels, but with just one more outfit change i could accomplish my goal of wearing all the shoes and all the skirts. So on went a little black bodysuit, sleeves slid off my shoulders to show sexy pink bra straps of another great matching bra and panty set, my zebra print skirt, and amazing purple platform sandals (#9).

It was really fun to get to wear so many cute outfits for my Master. As anyone who’s been reading this blog for long knows, dressing up for my Master is one of the most important parts of my submission, so it was really awesome for both of us.