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A shoe slut fantasy

November 17, 2008

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We’ve hung out, reconnected, shared a meal, and talked a little about what the parameters for the visit are. i’m nervous, tense about serving two masters, but You assure me that if i serve her well, that i am serving You through that.

It’s time. i’m told to strip off my clothes and i do. She begins to tie me up as at La Domaine, but this time paying even more attention to creating something that is beautiful and functional. You play with me a little as she works, touching my cunt and nipples, but mostly i just zone out into the rhythm of the rope work. When she’s done my arms are bound securely and helplessly. The rest of me is free to move, but encircled in rope, ready to be used to position me in any way that’s needed.

She uses the rope to bind me to a cross (that has miraculously appeared in my living room…) and begins to play with me. First a gentle warmup with hands and flogger, but soon moving to a level of impact play that is harder than what You are usually comfortable giving. As i writhe and struggle against me bonds, and breathe into and through the pain, i feel You stroking my hair, kissing me, touching me face, telling me what a good girl i am.

Just as i feel i can’t possibly take any more, it’s over. i hardly notice her untying my hands, making sure the blood is working it’s way back in, and i am still very securely bound as i slump down into a little puddle on the floor.

More kisses and stroking from You, lips on my lips, hands in my hair, then on my nipples, then at my cunt. You spread my legs, and i feel the tip of a pointy toed shoe touch my cunt, then pull away.

“Beg for it, shoe slut. You know you want it, beg me for it.”

i spread my legs wide and summon my voice from where it has retreated deep inside. i am shaking a little from the flogging, but wet and horny, and i do want it. it’s all i’ve been thinking about since we met for dinner. i beg her for it, beg her to fuck my cunt with her shoe, beg her to make me her shoe-fucking slut.

A few thrusts, rubbing the tip of the shoe against my swollen clit, dipping it into my cunt, then she stops. “i like my sluts wetter than this. If your cunt can’t do it, then You’ll have to use Your mouth” she says, and brings her shoe to my lips.

i lick it, tasting myself, tasting my wetness, adding my own saliva to it, knowing that the wetter i make the shiny patent, the better it is going to feel when that shoe touches my cunt again.

i must have done a good job, because in a moment she’s got the shoe between my legs again, working it against my clit. You move me into a better position, and soon i’m thrusting against her, moaning and writhing. You lean in to kiss me, taking my breath a little as You envelope my mouth with Your own.

i feel an orgasm begin to come. i don’t know who to ask for permission, so i blurt it out to both of You. “Please, Sir, please Mistress, please may i come for You?”

“Are You going to come on my shoe? You’ll have to clean it off, You know.”

“Yes, Mistress, yes, yes, yes…”

She works my clit harder, more directly, and with Your hands on my nipples and Your voice in my ear telling me to come for for You, to come for You now, i do.

i cry out, loud and long, the orgasm carrying me away. The contractions have only begun to fade away when i feel her hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face down to her shoe. i know what to do, and carefully lick every inch of it clean, tasting me all over her beautiful shoe.

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Contained

November 11, 2008

Leading up to our visit, i’d been expressing to my Master the strong need i was feeling to be bound and contained. Fortunately, He saw fit to fulfill that need for me.

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One night before the visit He told me to wrap myself up in rope while i masturbated for Him, and i was astounded at how hot it made me just to string the rope through my cuffs and around my thighs and waist. After i came, i curled up in bed, held in the fetal position by the rope, wishing i could sleep all night that way.

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Bondage often surprises me that way. i need it and crave it in a way i never really recognized before. It just feels right when i can feel the tension of the rope or cuffs or chain against my body.

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And there’s really nothing better than being used when i’m bound. Body twisted and head pulled to the side of the couch as my Master fucks my face. Heaven.

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Red and Black

August 27, 2008

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Of the more than 200 pictures my Master took of me this past weekend, this is the one that called to me to be posted first. It’s filled with things the remind me of the continuing evolution of our relationship. The shoes have been with us from the beginning – there are dozens of other shoes now, but those are the classic, the standard, the ideal by which the others are judged. The nails are new: my long search for the perfect red has ended with OPI’s “Vodka & Caviar,” and the beautiful acrylic nails the color is painted on mark my body and mind’s continuing transformation in service to my Master. And then there’s the rope binding me tight, just as our love binds us ever tighter with each passing day.

A perfect picture for a perfect weekend, where i gave myself fully and through doing so, got everything i needed.

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Bound

August 14, 2008

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Whenever my Master tells me to put on my cuffs, or pulls out the rope, i start to get wet right away. It usually means He’s going to tie me down and do horrible/wonderful things to me. It’s such a pleasure for me to be at His mercy, and not just because i am little bit of a masochist and need that torment. It’s just that it is always such a joy to be given the opportunity to please Him.

The ropes go on, the cuffs get clipped, and i sink deeper and deeper into my submission. Opening myself up to the moment, accepting that what will happen will be out of my control, and enjoying that moment of letting go completely and giving myself over to Him.

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Club Visit, Part 1

July 18, 2008

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When we were planning our trip, i asked around for recommendations on which of the 3 clubs we should go to. So nice being in a big city and having a choice for these things! One of the clubs came especially highly recommended and – most importantly – was actually in the city rather than the suburbs, and thus easier to get to than the others since we didn’t have a car. We made our arrangements in advance and planned a visit for Saturday night.

We got out of the taxi and were buzzed in. Stepping through the door, we were faced with a long, long flight of stairs. 3 stories, straight up. i went first, aware with each step how much my Master was enjoying seeing me walk up in my 4-inch stiletto heels.

We had no idea what to expect, really, and when we walked into the club we were greeted with a surprisingly well lit and comfy living room area. There were only a few people there are the time, relaxing and chatting on the sofas. We walked around a little checking out the play rooms and the equipment. It is a really great space – lots of great furniture, but also enough room to swing a flogger and not worry about your backswing too much. Two big play rooms (one for quieter scenes, the other for more rambunctious ones), and one smaller semi-private play space. A big lounge as a nice friendly social area, and a separate smaller lounging space too, which would be great for aftercare from a heavy scene.

We went back into the lounge and settled in, Master on the couch and me on the floor at His feet. He put His collar on me, then my wrist cuffs, then chained it all together. i love it when He does this when we are in a new environment. It makes me feel contained and protected by Him, and helps me remember my place. The containment and protection aren’t for the reasons You’d expect – i’m not particularly afraid or shy. Quite the opposite. i’m an extrovert, and my reaction to new places would be to be run off, exploring things, maybe talking to people, never sitting in one place. Chaining me up helps me remember to keep my focus on Him.

There was another couple sitting across from us, and we struck up a conversation with them. This was their first night at the club too. We chatted for a while, then my Master sent me off to change. When i came back He was gone! But it didn’t take me long to find Him – He’d been dropping off our toy bags on a piece of furniture He’d picked out.

It was still early by club standards, so we had the room mostly to ourselves, just one other scene going on when we started. Master chained my cuffs to a spanking bench of sorts, and started playing with me.

He told me later that we had watchers there almost all the time. i’m afraid i probably didn’t put on a very good show for them. i just let myself drift into the experience. Drift into the sharp sting of the little red plastic flogger on my ass and legs and thighs. The smack of that strange wooden toy with a hole in it that they were giving away at a previous club. The thud of the purple suede flogger. The cool swishing of the rubber one, its sound so much worse than its bite! The gentle but insistent stroking of my Master’s fingers at my clit, and slipping into my hole. Moaning, breathing, drifting.

i was very warmed up, my ass glowing with the heat, when my Master took me to a whole different place. A journey inspired by a little toy, barely bigger than a pencil lead. The evil stick.

We’d ordered this toy after experiencing one Mistress Suzanne had at La Domaine, but there must be multiple toys called evil sticks. The one she had was heavy (for its size) and stiff. This one was extremely light, and quite flexible. But they both had the same effect, which was to get me yelping in no time at all!

Like a little cane, the evil stick would strike, and i’d have a moment to think “oh that’s not so bad” and then the pain would rush in. By the middle of the 10 strokes (i wasn’t counting at the time, but He told me later that that’s how many there were) i was arching my back and trying to climb off the spanking bench. Failing of course, with my wrists and ankles cuffed there, but trying valiantly all the same. By the time He stopped i was breathing hard and whimpering, and when He unchained me i curled into Him, whispering thank Yous and i love Yous.

And that was just our first scene for the night.

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(Yes, those are evil stick marks on my bottom the next day.)

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Rope

July 9, 2008

(Sorry for the long gap in blogging! So busy lately. But my Master is visiting soon, so i should have lots of new stories to share next week! In the meantime, here’s the last tale from La Domaine.)

When last we left our happy submissive, she’d just spent her evening providing guests with great entertainment as the table centerpiece. The fun continued after dinner, when Mistress Suzanne asked if she could tie me up. As much of the conversation of the evening had centered around her upcoming trip to and sessions at Shibaricon, i was both willing and eager. She started with a chest harness, and decided halfway through that she wanted to do something a little different, so undid me and started over. Along the way she shared with my Master what she was doing and why, and what the different purposes of the different knots were. Her passion for rope was very apparent!

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After the chest harness was on (with my hands tied securely behind my back) she added a crotch rope complete with “happy knot” and wove it into the chest work. We chatted about all sorts of things as she worked, and we really enjoyed getting to know her. She and my Master share an appreciation for aesthetics, and a desire for things to be beautiful as well as functional. She talked about how much she enjoyed the opportunity to do rope work on her own terms – in the pro business, where time is money, clients rarely want to pay for pretty. But i was more than happy to let her make me as pretty as she wanted to!

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To that end, when the bottom half of my torso was thoroughly bound (and a vibrating glove tucked under the happy knot), she moved onto each leg, managing impressive symmetry, we thought. There was some extra rope left from the various ties, where she was finished before the rope was, and when Master Max wandered over she told him to feel free to do something with them.

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Noting that my posture was poor (it is) Master Max decided to remedy that situation, and soon i was standing very straight indeed, and my legs were beginning to be joined together as well. The fun would have continued if only my hands hadn’t started falling asleep (again!) so then it was the exact opposite of the slow careful knot tying, as the ropes were quickly released and my hands set free.

Afterward, we chatted a little more with the guests before people started drifting away and my Master and i retired to the bedroom to, well… do what You’d expect after the night we had. Fuck like bunnies and fall asleep.

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Dinner at La Domaine – Reality

May 29, 2008

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So, when i wrote up my fantasy post Dinner at La Domaine i really had no idea that a week later i’d be, well, having dinner at La Domaine. Although perhaps “having” is not the best descriptor for my experience of the meal.

This fantasy of being the centerpiece and entertainment at a dinner party is one that has been a permanent fixture in our fantasy life since i became my Master’s submissive. It was what attracted us to La Domaine in the first place. And Master R went to great lengths to help us live out that fantasy, for which we are incredibly grateful.

As the guests arrived my Master and i left our room and went out into the living room to meet and greet them. i was feeling very shy about the upcoming evening, so i stayed very close to Him, curled up on the floor at His feet. The guests were all friends of La Domaine who Master R had invited to come for dinner and participate in our little fantasy fulfillment. As with the previous night, it was really very enjoyable to just be able to socialize as a couple, and to do so in our D/s roles. For all my shyness in the moment, i’m a very extroverted person, so while i stayed close to my Master, i happily participated in the conversation from the floor as we got to know the other guests. Master Max was relaxed and exuded confidence and dominance. Fiend, naked and sitting on the floor next to me, was fun and talkative. Mistress Suzanne (Suze to her friends) was beautiful, charming and friendly, and i was instantly smitten.

Soon it was time for dinner. i was sent off into the bedroom to strip, and when i came back wearing only my cuffs, collar and a pretty pair of black lace panties, my Master helped me up onto the table, on my stomach, bound in a hog tie position. The table was set around me and the guests were seated. Things mostly started slowly, with the guests not quite sure what was expected or allowed. The first course was served, and my Master and Master R took turns feeding me bits of soup from their spoons, making me feel like a pampered pet. (Or as Master R would tell me later, a baby bird…) While the first course was being cleared and the next was being prepared, Mistress Suzanne pulled out a length of silk rope and using it to adjust my bondage to her liking. This broke this ice, and everyone started using me for entertainment, as was the whole point of the activity. There was much fun of trying to balance water glasses on various portions of my anatomy, and attempts to find my elusive tickle spots. Master Max was seated at my foot, quietly and sadistically flicking at the reflex spot on my knee – you know, the one the doctor hits with the hammer to make you kick? Master Max scares me. But mostly in a good way.

Going in, we didn’t have a set plan for how things would go. We knew that i could probably only take about 20 minutes in the bondage. But what to do after that? We weren’t sure, and just planned to play it by ear. And at about the 20 minute point i did start getting uncomfortable, my fingers in particular getting a little tingly. But i was having fun – really in subby heaven being the focal point of all that attention, so it was decided that there would still be room for everyone to eat if i were on my back. And that’s when the fun really started.

With so many more delicate bits on display, i was getting teased and tormented from all sides. Mistress Suzanne pulled out a little vibrator and positioned it up against my clit, and everyone debated the right vibration setting to put it on. She pulled out her Evil Stick, and there was much tormenting me with that. It is a very thin and very light composite rod. It requires almost no effort to use, but is remarkably stingy. Like a cane, it doesn’t hurt on impact, but immediately after. When her early attempts faded too quickly, she applied five quick strokes to my belly. i had enough time to think “oh, that’s not so bad…” when the blood rushed in and it was like fire. Slave riddle took things a little too far, hitting me with it directly on my nipple, which had me clutching my nipple and hyperventilating until everyone reminded me to take slow, deep breaths. At one points Mistress Suzanne had a vibrating glove on and was running her hands over my neck. i kept wincing and gasping, which had her very confused until she realized that Mistress Collette was scratching my leg with a fork at the same time, and Master Max was up to no good with the bottom of my other foot. Another memorable moment was Mistress Suzanne scratching me with a little tiny knife. Someone joked about blood on the table cloth, and i expressed that blood was a hard limit, whereupon she said “Well then you better stay absolutely still, then.” Eek!

Things would relax a little as each course was served and everyone was busy eating (including me, in baby bird style, thanks to my Master and Master R) only to pick up again as the plates were cleared and the next course was being prepared. i was terrified when the sorbet course came out, but the room was warm enough that the little dabs of sorbet on my nipples and pussy were a welcome relief – particularly when my Master and Mistress Suzanne took turns cleaning it off my nipples!

As we finished the savory courses and headed into dessert, my Master decided i had had enough. Hopped up on endorphins, buzzing from the attention, and all of a sudden feeling self conscious, i was helped down from the table. i knelt next to Him, kissing Him and putting my head into His lap, needing to be close to Him, needing to touch Him. i ate my dessert from His spoon as He fed me as i knelt there beside Him.

If you’ve read the fantasy i wrote, then you’ll know that this reality is much different than that fantasy. My (our) fantasies are frequently darker than our realities or what we’d want our realities to be, and this was no exception. While it gave me a taste of the objectification i crave, it was also really fun and playful and joyful, and i felt like i had served my purpose well and made my Master happy, which is of course, the thing i wanted most of all.