The Short Long Weekend

Well that was a great weekend overall, 2 more nights held in the arms of my Master, to be woken with a stroke or a kiss is wonderful. We didn't play too much over the 3 days we spent together, but just spending time was good too.
What never ceases to amaze me is how when around me my Master has an almost constant erection, the fact he finds me so arousing is very flattering to say the least. We have a perfect blend of chocolate and vanilla in our relationship, and it seems to get better with every day.
Friday play was halted unexpectedly with a phone call, Master was disappointed, so was I, but I suspect I was more accepting of the situation, perhaps because I know that we'll make up for it and then some when the opportunity arises.

Strange how something so new can feel so comfortable and familiar, and that's exactly how I feel when sharing a bed with Him, we just seem to fit together like two halves of the same coin.

Saturday I had to work so was up early, He didn't even mind the ungodly hour my alarm went off as it meant sharing a little of my morning, sending me off with a kiss, and all I wanted to do was snuggle back down under the duvet with Him, but we rarely get exactly what we want in life do we.
The evening was for us, kissing and cuddling and me being put to bed early as I was so tired from little sleep the night before and a long day at work. It felt wonderful to know He cared about me so much that he would do that, because I'm sure he was at least a little disappointed we didn't play, that's something I will have to make up to him next time.

Thankfully my bottom had a few days to recover from the last caning session, so didn't hurt too much with the few strokes he gave me on Sunday afternoon, although still had me yelping and wriggling around, my body betrays me though and my pussy got soaking wet.
Master wasn't done there though, oh no, after that came an enema, kinky it may be but I do enjoy the sensations it gives, although I'll never look at diet pepsi in the same light ever again lmao.

With all the attention they've had recently my nipples are not only huge but highly sensitive, so when He clipped on my Japanese clover clamps it hurt like hell, but stubborn as I am at times I was not prepared to give in to the pain as I know from experience that the pain turns to pleasure in a few minutes and I even want to pull on the chain, this time however it didn't, the pain just went on and on.

Master inserted a drainage catheter into me and began to fuck me, the pain in my nipples was tremendous. I was having to concentrate hard and breathe through it, I didn't want him to remove them. For Master seeing me endure this for Him is a huge turn on, and although I don't like pain it does work for me on a physical level as my pussy gets dripping wet, no way I could hide that if I tried.
After cumming Master helped me to cum too, a very intense and satisfying orgasm too, love a few of those a day.

As with all our time together it has to come to an end, I hate leaving Him because I know how hard he finds it to see me drive away, it's small consolation for him to hear me say it won't always be this way, but in the meantime all I can do is my best to make Him happy, because that's what makes me happy.


"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Love Is In The Air

Tomorrow I see Him again, and I can hardly wait. I'm sure He knows the effect He has on me, how I want His hands on my body, His eyes looking into mine.
Sometimes when we kiss I don't close my eyes (a first for me), I want to look at His face, watch His expression and the emotions wash over it.
One thing I know is this man loves me, deeply and unconditionally; something that is very rare and precious, something to be treasured (and it's not just because He loves the way my lips wrap around His cock to give Him a blow job either).
It's simply really, we get on, there's no effort involved, we feel comfortable together, and He allows me no quarter; even going to the toilet happens in His presence. Before Him, just knowing someone outside the bathroom could hear me pee was the height of embarrassment, now I lay there legs spread and allow Him to insert a catheter into my urethra, stand and watch me pee (and the other too), when I'm on the toilet, and anything else He wants me to do for Him. I deny Him nothing and I feel amazingly free for doing so.



"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Precious Things

Master asked me today if I missed sleeping with my butt plug inside me each night, and yes I do if I've not been with Him for a couple of days.
The plug provided a source of comfort in an odd kind of way, but He is such an integral part of my life now and makes me so happy that I've found he gives me all I need.
There will be times I'll still sleep with it, sometimes because He instructs me to and others because I'm missing him and need to.

There are lots of things I enjoy about our time together, we've a similar sense of humour and often end up in a heap laughing at some silly thing, yet with just a look or gesture he puts me right back into that special space.

Having someone care for me and encourage me is such a change in my life, being made to feel beautiful and cherished is a precious thing and not something I would ever give up easily.

Looking forward to our next time together.





"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Sunday Sunday

Again on Sunday morning I was awakened by questing fingers, stroking and probing, demanding access to the most sensitive parts of my body.

His eyes bored into mine and his hot mouth covered mine in a good morning kiss, I felt incredibly relaxed, oh and horny. It seems the more of Him I get, the more I want. Not only do I feel owned by him, I feel like a precious possession, something to be cherished and nurtured.

He has told me more than once that I'm like a rare flower opening up slowly to him, and that's how I feel, like an orchid that basks in the warmth and light he radiates. I know myself pretty well, probably more than most people, but I am continuing to learn under his guidance.



There was only one fly in the ointment on Sunday, a small battery operated fly swatter that looks like a small tennis racquet and emits a small electric charge when a button is pressed, kills a fly and provides a tiny electric shock when placed on sensitive parts of the body.

He knows i don't like it, he'd used it on one of my nipples a few days before hand. It's not how painful it is that I didn't like (I've endured worse), but the type of pain, sharp and intense, even though it only lasts for a second. He continued to tease me with it, waving it around near my body, although not switched on, wanting me to relax and prove I trusted Him not to use it on my body as He'd promised He wouldn't.

Problem was by now this toy had built up to such an extent in my mind that the logical, rational side could not see it as it was any more, it utterly terrified me and I burst into tears.

Now He was mortified, He'd not read the signals correctly and let the game go too far, there was something we both learned from this, and that there are some things that you need time for, and that is getting to know each other. Learning to read the signals, communicate better, more clearly, especially with something like this, mind games can have as much of an effect as physical ones.



Leaving Him and going home on Sunday was not easy, I enjoyed being with Him, doing domestic vanilla stuff around the house, just spending time together was fabulous. If/when we do live together I want a house slave though lol, give me and my Master more time to play, allows an outlet for my Domme side and saves me cleaning the house.



It was strange sleeping alone last night, I kept expecting an arm to slip around and hold me close, fingers to stroke me and slide inside my pussy, and I know it was at least as bad for Him, because He told me so. Hopefully it won't be too long before we're able to spend a weekend together again.







"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Glad Rags

Friday night I looked forward to a great deal, excited that I would not only be spending the whole night with Him, but he would also fasten around my neck a shiny and new leather collar. This is a temporary collar as He has decided to get me a stainless steel slave collar as the permanent one, He saw I loved the look of them, and thankfully so does He.
It's hard to explain how I felt the moment he fastened the buckle, a small pink tag declaring to the world at large I am now His property.
I felt incredibly excited and yet humble that He would honour me this way, we've known each other a month, such a short time I know and things have moved incredibly quickly, but so far it feels right.

Going out together on Friday was good fun, chatting up natasha a 6ft plus TV was highly amusing, she's a great sense of humour and even better legs. The fetish club was very quiet to say the least, but it was better in a way because it allowed me to relax and familiarise myself with my surroundings (I'm not too comfortable in a strange crowded venue).

We stood talking at the bar for a while, then took a seat, natasha following to watch what we did. Was I embarrassed or uncomfortable that she wanted to that? Hmmm not really, I knew He wouldn't expose too much of my body as he doesn't like to share what is His property, although later when he was encouraging me to show photos of my bruised and battered ass some might wonder.

As the club was so quiet we had the run of the place, 2 fully equipped play rooms and 3 bedrooms. Thankfully He chose to take me into the dungeon and cane me, I was owed a few strokes for small transgressions (well that's what happens when you give yourself to a sadistic Dom). I was sent to the bar to borrow a couple of toys, the masochist in me chose a long thick cane and a lovely leather flogger. I only remember the cane being used, He recognised I'd had enough as my bottom was still very bruised from Wednesday so it was back to join natasha. We spent the rest of the evening just talking to the people there and relaxing, a pleasant change to be in the company of like minded people I have to say.

Back home and to bed, both tired yet happy, and our first whole night together, being woken by Him was wonderful, to open my eyes and see Him beside me (ok so we were both bleary eyed from lack of sleep, but hey allow me a little artistic licence here please).
We made love (yes we do that too) and then cuddle and talked some more before deciding it was time to get up, it was at this time He asked me an important question, but as this blog is public (and his ex slave is reading this) now is not the time to publish this information and you'll have to wait.

The day passed by quickly, just doing stuff together, we're still learning about each other as you can imagine, and it's the little things that can take time but are just as important when building a relationship, particularly when it will be as intense as ours, there has to be give and take, but at the end of the day it's my bottom that will get punished if there's a dispute and I'm the one in the wrong.

Saturday evening we spent watching tv and doing things other couples do, just spending time, easy to forget you can't spend your whole life playing, reality checks will happen and when He is too tired to flog me we have to be able to hold a conversation or amuse ourselves in a non BDSM way. I've never doubted from the first conversation we had that would be a problem, we've so many interests in common.

As Friday had been such a late night we went to bed around midnight, both anxious to be naked and close to the other. So many subtle shifts in the dynamics of this relationship, one moment it's Master/slave the next we're both in a heap giggling over some silly thing, yet with barely a look or word he has me back in that space again, the one where all I want to do is please him.





"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

A Match

Tonight we're going out to a fetish club, I can hardly wait because tonight My Master will fasten a collar around my neck, a temporary one I know as the permanent one I have to wait for until Christmas but it is our way of announcing that we are more than serious about each other.

We talked about the previous submissives/slaves He has taken, especially the last girl a "slave" in Birmingham. From his description I'm not sure how she can claim the title slave, I know I have only His version of events, however if only half what He says is correct then the girl has not only a lot to learn about herself, but about life too.

If a person offers themselves to another, submits to their will and places their trust in the other, then that is what they do. Any discussions about limits take place before anything happens, because once collared it's too late, your limits are your Dominants to manage.

There's no trick to it, just a question of finding someone who needs match as closely to yours as possible, and as there's so many into every fetish known to mankind (and a few to women too), if you wait long enough then a match will make themselves known.

So far it would seem I've met my ideal match, and every day we spend together just confirms and adds to that belief.




"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood

Meet The Parent Time

Yesterday I spent the whole day with Him, I had an instruction regarding how our time together would begin. Upon arrival we would kiss and say hello, I was then to go into the lounge, remove my knickers and my skirt and sit with legs spread open on the couch awaiting the insertion of a catheter.

This done we sat and kissed while He stroked and petted me, talking the whole time. It's strange, but as soon as he touches me I feel all my stresses fade away and I feel totally relaxed, his fingers touch my pussy lightly, checking for moisture and discovering I'm already soaking wet. I loved the feeling of him taking possession of my body the moment I arrived.

We went into the kitchen to make some breakfast (me still naked from the waist down), while putting things together He came to stand behind me, His hard cock pressing against my ass.

His hand pushed me forward so I'm bent over the worktop, my legs are spread and He slid his hard thick cock into my pussy, thrusting in and out slowly until with a low grunt and a gasp he jerked his way to orgasm inside me.

There was a certain sense of being taken, it was urgent and erotic and even though I didn't cum I derived a lot of satisfaction from providing Him with pleasure, especially licking and sucking every last drop from the head of his cock after he withdrew.

A few minutes later the bacon sandwiches were ready and we munched happily while drinking coffee and grinning at each other like idiots, kisses and cuddles are so important as part of the bonding process, as much as the intimate act of penetration. I just love everything about being with Him, I feel quite giddy at times.

Upstairs our usual morning ritual (or at least it's fast becoming so), we showered together and I shaved Him and soaped his body, He suspects I enjoy it, and I have to admit He's right, it's a small act of servitude, but it please Him and thus pleases me.

Dry once more and I lay on the bed, He knelt beside me to inspect the catheter inside me, there was a moment He joked about wishing He had a ring hidden under the bed, and a hypothetical question. Maybe it was a glimpse into the future, but it actually felt like a distinct possibility, maybe even more than that as I caught my breath and kick started my heart again.

As we'd planned to go visit His Mother so I could be introduced we had only a limited amount of time to play, but wow did we make the most of it. He fucked me and came inside me 3 times, not sure which orgasm was the most intense for me. When He took me anally there was some reflex resistance from me which swiftly faded away and He slid inside me, that moment where it's painful but I know where in a second that will disappear and it becomes totally pleasurable and for the first time in wow I don't know how many years I came from penetrative sex alone when he later fucked my pussy, I didn't even touch my clit, it just seemed to come from nowhere, and not sure who was the most surprised, Him or me.

We'd talked for a few days about Him testing my limits, discovering where my tolerance currently is for pain, it's not something I was looking forward to by any means, but it was also something I knew had to be done for us to progress. The first thing He showed me was a small tennis racquet like toy that when a button is pressed on the side emits a small electric shock. He's used this on one of my nipples once before and didn't I just yelp, it's not the pain exactly, but the sensation that I didn't like at all, and despite me wanting to allow him to choose what he wanted to do to me and my body I just couldn't let Him use it on me. Yes I was disappointed in myself, but even so I know He learned something about me from my reaction, and that seemed to be enough, at least for now.

Eventually we headed off to His Mothers, during the drive we went through my check list, discussing various points and asking each other questions, establishing where our play made take us next, what possibilities He has to change things around in the future. Not sure there were any big surprises on my part, but it was definitely an interesting exercise, especially if it's repeated in a few months time, wonder where my tastes and tolerances will be by then?

His Mother was like a small bird, a fragile and elderly lady waiting for us to put in an appearance at her home, but I'd been prepared already by Him and made aware that no matter how fragile she appeared her mind is sharp as a knife and she's quite sprightly for her age.
I was terrified of meeting her, He is very close to her, and although I knew it would not change his wanting to be with me or how he feels about me, it was still important that she likes me.

I'm naturally very shy at first, and clung to Him as much as possible, and Him knowing what I'm like allowed it, and made it as obvious as he could that he was right there for me at every step. Like any Mother though as long as I made her son happy I'd a fair idea I'd be at least tolerated, possibly even liked, as luck would have it though she told Him she thinks I'm "smashing". Thank you Mrs P.

The drive back home was slightly eventful, I'm not into humiliation and as I'm shy I find it very difficult to ask to find someone's bathroom, especially in this instance as I was meeting His Mother for the first time ever, so as soon as He discovered this (by me opening mouth before engaging brain obviously) He instructed me to pee by the side of the road in a place of His choice. Phew was I glad when he pointed out the truckers parked up in the lay-by had their curtains closed on the cab and couldn't see me, then all that remained was the drive back to His place and a prolonged and painful good bye.


"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."
DanesWood