Not so kinky, still lots of sex.

As I had hoped, I finished shopping last week for Master's birthday. Bought him some really cool knickknacks and action figures, as well as a three wheel Wartenberg wheel. I asked my friend Addy to join me for the shopping trip. She had never been to the store I had to go to before, so it was an interesting time.She giggled a lot, but was not entirely put off by some of the things in there. I saw a set of shackles that looked really awesome, but I didn't ask how much they were. I'm sure they're up there in price, and I didn't want to get too excited about something that was too out of my price range. I asked the woman about a particular type of nipple clamps that I know he wanted to get. She said they don't make them, and then suggested a chastity cock ring of sorts. When I told her "no, he wouldn't like that", she laughed a little and replied with "ahh, who cares what he likes". I'm pretty sure she got it when I said "he does, he's in charge", because she dropped the suggestion and went to grab the Wartenberg for me. It turned out I had made a good decision in going to that store because the wheel was $10 cheaper than the one I had seen before at another store. After we left, Addie started to ask if she heard me right when I said "he's in charge". I explained a little to her. I thought she was squeamish about hearing things like that, so I never told her much of any detail. Turns out she just doesn't want to know about the squirting or the use of the spreader bar. After she left, I started to wrap the gifts. I made sure I put the wheel in a box big enough to where he wouldn't know what it was right away (and make it so it doesn't rattle if he were to shake it).

That was Thursday after I got home from work. While I was at work though, Master had sent me a text asking if I could come over that night instead of waiting until Friday. So after all the gifts were wrapped, I headed out to his place. I went to sleep not long after I got there, and he woke me up when he got in from work for sex. Friday was sort of the same thing. He had to work until midnight again, except this time I didn't go home. I decided to go shopping for some new dressy clothes. Picked up two shirts, a vest, pair of pin-stripped pants, and some bangles. I spent the evening knitting, and watching terrible movies in bed on my laptop. When Master got home, I had fallen asleep while watching episodes of Firefly, so he had to wake me up and move my laptop. The initial reason he was waking me up when he got home from work was for sex, but we always end up talking for a few minutes first before we start to go for it. I really do love waking up for him to have sex with. Though I told him if he ever wants to, he is more than welcome to actually wake me up with some sexing moves (depending if he's feeling more Master-like, or passionate).

I wore some of my new clothes for work on Saturday. The whole drive back to his place, he would touch me periodically. When we got back, we went right for the bedroom. He had me take everything off except for the vest. Apparently he really liked my vest because he encouraged me to wear whenever I want, and to get more. After that, I just felt incredibly sexy that day. Sure the new clothes (and the fact that dress pants really make my ass look awesome) probably had something to do with it, but he really knows how to make me feel beautiful, and I love him for that. At some point I mentioned to him how I've been seeing pictures on Fetconnect of the marks people get on their behinds, and I was really excited to get to that level. I've only had a few pretty gnarly marks here and there, but nothing like these ones. I asked if he would be able to help me get to that point. Master explained he already was. See, I can't really tell how much my pain tolerance goes up because I'm feeling it all the time. He knows how much force he puts behind each swing, so he can tell the difference, and he says I have grown more of a tolerance since we started. I believe he is very proud of me for that. I'm proud of myself, too.

Since Peter's work schedule had be changed again, it meant he had Sundays off. We hadn't had a chance to watch the Sunday morning news and drink coffee in a while, so we took advantage of this. We even did it in bed. Since my kidney infection, I haven't had more than two very small cups of coffee (and when I did that, it hurt like hell). He said I could have one normal sized cup to see how my body reacted. We curled up in bed, drank our coffee, and made fun of the Sunday news (it's seriously ridiculous, and we love it). We then had a really big breakfast (eggs, pancakes, and vegetarian bacon), followed by some pretty great sex before heading off to do some comic hunting. We're on the hunt for specific comics to take to the convention for Stan Lee to autograph. Never found them, but we still have some time. We did a little geocaching before we got rained on, then went back. We were in a snuggling mood (it seems rain will do that to us). Apparently rain will also put us in a sexing mood as well. This sex was pretty different from others. I may have mentioned it before but if not...I don't orgasm very often from penetration alone. It's very rare, and usually very small. He has given me a couple over the course of our relationship, which is pretty fantastic. This time was different. I came more than once (not like a multi where I just keep going one after the other, they were more spaced out). And to top it off, the last one I had I actually squirted. We were both really shocked by this, and he couldn't stop smiling. It was pretty great. Though he said he was done for a while, and that I broke him. He was really sore from all the sex. I massaged his thighs a bit while we watched episodes from the first season of Friends to try to make him feel better.

Later that night, we were going to his room to cuddle before I had to leave. He had me kneel down and we took measurements for my collar. I'm very excited to be collared by him. I don't know when it will happen, but it looks like it will, and I will be very grateful for the honor.

I'm looking forward to his birthday on Thursday. I have all those gifts to give him, plus I'm taking him out to dinner, and then making cupcakes for his party on Friday. Plus I finally get to wear that new school girl skirt I bought. I really wish it was a bit longer so that I could wear it for the party. I just fear my ass would hang out a bit too much, and it would be really inappropriate. Hopefully he has gained his strength back so we can have a lot of fun, especially with the new wheel. I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about this wheel. One wheel is painful enough, but three? I'm excited and nervous at the same time. More excited than nervous though. He knows me pretty well, and he won't give me more than he knows I can handle.

Hopefully I have a more kinky update next time for all you pervs out there. xo

I probably could find this out from your blog, but how long have you been submissive? Is there anything that you've learned about yourself in the process?

I don't know if I've ever actually mentioned it in my blog or not, so this is a great way to state that. I've only been truly submissive since this summer. I believe I have always been submissive though. Even back in high school with boyfriends, I enjoyed being tied up, spanked, and just some relatively vanilla stuff. I have dated boys who wanted me to take control, and it never turned out good because I really had no idea what to do. I started to get more into the name calling, harder spanks, and eventually face smacking within the last three or four years. Though I never had a partner as willing and excited to accommodate my needs until I met Peter.

The second question is kind of a hard one. Aside from learning that I have a bigger pain threshold than I ever thought I would have, I'm slowly learning to be comfortable, and confident being who I am. I've always had body image issues. Peter is a very passionate Master and whether he realizes he does it or not, the things that he says to me make me feel beautiful and sexy, in and out of the bedroom. Which gives me more confidence in general. Obviously when doing a scene, I lose that confidence in the head space I get in. Oh, and a plus for me is that I enjoy walking around with this dirty little secret. I love knowing that people see this sweet girl, and would never guess she loves to be treated like a toy and called a slut on a regular basis. That is something I for sure never thought I'd enjoy.

I hope I didn't trail off too far, and actually answered your questions. ^_^

Ask me anything!

New ball gag!

Peter was having a crummy day yesterday, and asked if I would be able to come over after work. We both actually had been having shitty days, so we went right out to dinner to vent our stresses to each other. I had been wanting to go to Adam and Eve for a while, so after dinner we took the trip. We looked around and found a few things we wanted. I couldn't decide between two things to buy though; a butt plug (Peter has been wanting to get me one for some time to train my ass for his cock), or a ball gag. He had bought a ball gag before, but never used it. We tried it once, but it was too big for me to keep in my mouth for a period longer than a couple minutes. I've had jaw issues since I was in junior high school (thanks to a dumb giant gumball that I tried to chew all at once and messed the plates in my jaw up), so I can't keep it open too far for too long without closing it. So giving Peter oral sex isn't horribly difficult, as long as I can take him out for a moment, close my jaw, then go back to it. So a smaller gag was what we needed to get. I couldn't decide, so I had him choose. He decided on the gag. He plans to have people over next week for his birthday, and one of my friends might be staying the night  (because we have somewhere to be early the next day). Peter's thinking was if she did, we could use the gag and try to muffle me (since we obviously will be having sex). So I ended up getting the gag ball, as well as a cute little pair of shinny royal blue panties to match my black and blue corset (I'll post pictures of them together once blogspot is done with their maintenance). They're one size fits all, and I am not a twig by any stretch, plus I have a big bottom. Luckily they fit. They're snug, but they fit, and when Master asked me to try them on when we got back, he was really enjoying the view. He also enjoy spanking me with his bare hands. He was hitting pretty hard, and we were both just loving it. I love random weekday sex, especially when it involves choking, spanking, smacking, and just.....uh! So amazing. He eventually got a call from his dad about some computer issue. While he was talking, I started to check out my new gag ball. When he got off the phone, he put it on me and made me wear it for about 10 minutes. We laid there in silence for a while, then he started to spank me. I realized it is difficult to swallow when I'm bent over (something I'm going to have to learn how to do), though it was easier when I was on my back (and Master was smacking my breasts). After the 10 minutes were up, he asked how I liked it and if my jaw was alright. My jaw was fine, just a smidge sore, so it's something we'll have to practice with a lot. I'm excited for that.

His birthday is next week. I think I finally decided on what to get him. A couple new toys (like real toys, not kink toys), and then as for the kink toy....I'm torn between a riding crop and a three-wheel Wartenberg wheel (he wants one so bad). I think I will finish my shopping tomorrow since I don't have anything to do. His work schedule got messed up again. I won't get to see him again until Friday night, and even then....he'll have to wake me up (he won't get home until after midnight, and I'll have to be up for work the next morning by 7). Should be interesting.


Oh! I started noticing a trend on some other slave blogs I've been reading of having a formspring account so that people can ask them questions. So, if anyone has questions ask me here: http://www.formspring.me/tiedupkai

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Breaking point.

On Tuesday I got really horny, and sent Peter a text message. I described to him something along the lines of craving to serve him, and how I felt lost without my Master's guidance (I'd post it exactly, but I had to reset my phone this weekend). He told me to bring my blue and black corset when I came over. Peter didn't have to work Wednesday night, so I went over there after hanging out with one of my friends. We have been having a lot of really passionate sex lately. I wish I could say this in a less corny way, but there really is no other way....I feel like it brings us closer together when we do this. I already know how compatible we are when it comes to the kinky stuff. It's pretty obvious that he loves me, but it never hurts to be reminded of it.This is totally out of the norm for me to put in here, but we saw the new Jackass 3D movie twice already. Once on Thursday, and again on Saturday. It's good. Just saying.

I had to work Saturday morning, so we were both up pretty early. We had every intention of playing later on that evening, and then I got a headache. It was terrible. Peter gave me some pain meds for it, massaged my head, then gave me a cold rag to put on my head. Nothing was helping. I went to lay down around 8:30, and he came to lay with me. I felt terrible because it had been over 36 hours since we last had sex (and it's not like we weren't around each other, we just didn't have time). Peter told me it was alright, and it didn't matter. He just wanted me to get better. But....me being me, I told him to just go for it. I was still able to move, so it wasn't one of those headaches where sex would be the worst idea ever. He was a little reluctant, but he went for it. It ended up being really good. We dirty talked a bit. He gave me orders for the next day too. It didn't get rid of my headache, but it did ease it a little bit.

Sunday I got up at a reasonable hour, watched some TV, did some stretching, then started to get ready. The order that Master gave me were to be waiting at the side door, on my knees, wearing my black and blue corset and black high heels. I added my collar too, and a LOT of black makeup. When he came home, I was waiting for him how I was told to. He let the dogs outside, kissed me, told me to stand up so he could look at me, then made me go wait in the bedroom for him while he showered. I waited anxiously on the edge of the bed for him. When he came in, he had me stand up and turn around. I got a few spankings, and he bent me over the bed to give me more, then told me not to move. He then went over to the dresser and started pulling out tools. The Wartenberg wheel, small flogger, big flogger, short rope, long rope, and the wooden paddle. Master ordered me to my knees, and put him in my mouth. My gag reflex was not on my side that day. First time I ever felt liquid come up, but I didn't really miss a beat, and neither did he. Next, I was to lay on my back with my head over the end of the bed. Master then took the small flogger, and began to flog my breasts. This is where things started to go wrong. I was loving how it felt, and then every so often, one tail would hit my previously pierced nipple. It kept happening, and my instincts started to kick in and my hands shot up. Master stopped, went to grab the cane and started smacking my thighs, telling me to keep my hands down. Then he went over to the dresser to grab the cuffs and spreader bar, and got me all locked up before he started flogging my breasts again. The pain came back as if he never took a break, and just the one tail.....against that nipple. I started to actually cry, and then I begged him to stop. He did. I sobbed for a few moments, and he drug the flogger across my chest. It soothed me as I dried my tears and briefly stated that it kept hitting my nipple. He told me he will start when I feel ready. A few moments later, I started to calm down and told him I was ready. He waited a good 30 seconds before starting up again, careful not to hit the sensitive nipple too much. He had me sit up so he could tie my wrists up, then used the cane on my thighs again. Apparently my body had become extremely sensitive and I had to ask him to stop again during that. To try and keep the thrill going though, I then asked for permission to speak. He told me to be quick as he kissed me. I quickly explained that my thighs were not used to being beaten. His reply was simple; that's why he gives them beatings. He kept having me stand up and turn around for him, and let me tell you...turning around and walking while cuffed to an ankle spreader bar, and wrists tied up is not that easy. The difficulty of this showed, and amused Master. He bent me over the bed and spanked me with the wooden paddle, and ran the Wartenberg wheel up and down my back. I could feel myself dripping on the floor, and he saw this. He started rubbing my pussy, moving my juices all over, even over my asshole. I started to think that's where he was going with this next. Then he had me turn over and pushed me on the bed. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that my ass hung off a bit, and held the spreader bar up, telling me how good of a girl I had been and slipping right in. He fucked me for a while, calling me all his favorite names for me (good little fuck doll, fuck toy, slut) in the most endearing ways possible. Master was gracious enough to allow me to cum. I squirted a little, and since he had me hanging off the bed, the sheets stayed mostly clean (but the floor was not as lucky). He told me to stand up, making me face the bed, wrists up under my chin, Master wrapped the long rope around my arms and back so I was unable to move. Master unlocked the bar from the cuffs, and pushed me to the floor. He fucked me for a while. Having my face to the ground, and the force of his thrusts started to make the long rope lose and slip down to the top of my shoulders. I just sat there bent over, enjoying every thrust (I'm not the typically girl who gets hers and then begs for it to be over....I actually enjoy the feeling). After he came, he told me to clean myself up because I was a mess. Walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror, he was right; my black makeup had smeared all over the place. I knew it would smear a little because I tend to shed a tear or two from squeezing my eyes shut during my beatings, but I hadn't expected to sob like I did. I cleaned up what I could, then went back to the room. He told me to come lay down next to him. He asked me if I was alright, but not in the whiny, unsure kind of boyfriend way. He was being a good Master. We discussed what had happened, and I thanked him for being very cool about it and not freaking out. It was the first time I ever had to ask him to stop/slow down play. The fact that he did (and yet didn't completely break character), and showed compassion for me really strengthens my trust in him. I don't think I have ever trusted someone so much before (which feels great, but also terrifies me at the same time).

We went about our day, and ended up having a quickie before I had to go home. The quickie involved some choking, face smacking, and just....damn. At one point, he was holding me down and it actually felt like he closed off my wind pipe for a few seconds. The relief when I could sort of breathe again was a rush. Smacking my face and grabbing hold, making sure I know who my Master was. It's all just so very hot to me!

I have been sore all damn day. I can't sit still for very long before I have to reposition. He really wailed on my ass with that paddle, plus my legs and back have been sore too. I have a few new bruises from the cane (one is a line which looks really cool), and some marks on my breasts from the flogger. I haven't checked my back today, but I'm sure that has a few pretty marks too.

There aren't too many more days until Peter's birthday, and I still have yet to complete his gift! I decided against getting him something he needs, so I'm going with things he wants. Stuff to just have fun with. If I can afford it, maybe I'll get him something new to have fun beating me with.

Oh! Apparently this isn't really a big deal, but I got really excited about it. Every time I update, I send out two dozen or more Pings, and I share the link on my Twitter. I also started to join some fetish networking sites and having this blog listed. This evening, I was checking the stats and noticed that one of my blog viewings came from a Google search. I am now available to be searched on Google! When I first got this blog, I requested to be searchable on Google, and have checked once or twice since. Never got a match for anything having to do with my blog until now. Like I said, it's nothing too special, but I'm pretty excited about it. Hopefully I can keep entertaining you all so you keep reading and spreading the word!

I think it's time for me to get to sleep. Writing about this weekend kind of has me riled up, so I might use my one allowed diddle session up for the week.

Submissive weekend pt.2

Friday I went to a hockey game with my friend Bella, so I didn't get to see Peter until I got home around 11pm. He was exhausted from a very taxing day, so we basically just relaxed for a bit until we went to bed. We ended up having very sweet sex. He wasn't really rough, he went really slow and I had a pretty different type of orgasm. It was interesting, but I loved it.

Saturday morning, I had to work. Peter came with me because he wanted to see what my Saturday job was all about, plus we were going to a corn maze after. We had a lot of fun all day, and made it back to his place around 7. I felt kinda gross from working and walking around all day, so I hopped in the shower. When I got out, Master told me to get ready while he got in the shower. I asked him how, he said to be creative. I laid on the bed for a few minutes touching myself, waiting for him. Then I remembered I had brought my old school girl skirt (not the new one I bought to wear for his birthday) and a white button up. So I jumped up, threw that on (left the top slightly open so he could see my hot pink bra and breasts), strapped on my six inch black heels, and threw on my collar. Then I laid back on the bed (heels up on the bed), and resumed touching myself. Eventually he made it back into the room, very surprised and delighted. He had me stand up so he could look at me. Told me to turn around....bend over.....He just couldn't take his eyes off me. Master then told me to bend over the bed, told me he did a good job doing this to please him and that I deserved a reward. Then asked if I wanted it. Of course I said yes. He brought out the cane (which....being a wooden cane, it kinda fit the theme with the school girl), and proceeded to give me my reward. Light taps at first, then harder and faster. The feeling of a cane beating lingers enough that I barely noticed when he stopped. I didn't realize what had really happened until I felt him dragging the flogger across my bottom (I kept all of my clothes on during the entire session, so my bare back was difficult to get to). My beating lasted for quite some time, but when it finally stopped, Master put his hands on me, like he normally does. But then, he said something that made me sink more into the moment. He told me "I do this because I love you. Because you are mine.". Just the way that he whispered it to me.....I felt so overcome with emotion and desire to please my Master more than ever. After he was done, he did request my manners, which I nearly forgot. He had me crawl on the bed, and pushed my shoulders and head down so only my ass was up. He asked me what my name was at one point. I wasn't sure what he was expecting, but when he spanked me, and told me it was slut...that made it sink it. He asked a few more times, and I answered. He told me not to forget that either. I am still learning when I am to say "thank you, Master", and it showed during this session. After each spank, I wasn't sure if it would be overkill or not, but apparently....it was expected after each end. My bad. Well, I ended up paying for it. He told me I wasn't listening, so I didn't get to cum. I begged and pleaded, but.....nope. Nothing. I just had to take his, and be satisfied with that. Which....I was pleased but....dammit, I wanted it so bad. When he was done, I begged a little more. Master came back with "I said no.", grabbed the cane and told me not to ask again, and to go get cleaned up now. I jumped up quick and cleaned up.

I spent the time Sunday while Peter was at work shopping and starting to prepare food for dinner. We had a lot of stuff to do that day, but he said if I was good, he might let me cum. I tried to be good all day. He requested my manners at one point, and I told him that I need consistency with this stuff. That continued the rest of the day. After dinner and desert, before I had to leave, we went to lay down. Master had my lick him, which he was thoroughly enjoying for quite some time. When Master decided it was time for him to fuck me, he ordered me to take off my clothes, and grab my toy. He climbed on top of me, and let me use my toy. Master allowed me to cum. My orgasm was really long, and fantastic. It just kept going, and with each extremely deep thrust, it just made the orgasm all the more intense. Master finally said I get one more, and then I'm done. Once I had my final one, I didn't push it. I said thank you, and just enjoyed the rest of the session. Eventually, he told me to beg him to cum. I begged...oh god, did I beg. He loved the hell out of it, he came hard, I felt it. It was fantastic.

I get to see Master again on Thursday. We're going to see an advanced showing of Jackass 3D. Not sure what is in store for us for the rest of the weekend, but I look forward to it! I am quite sleepy right now, I should head to bed. Until next time....

Submissive weekend pt.1

I've been spending a lot of time reading articles online about experiences people have when they go to bdsm events, or just articles about different kinks and fetishes, or ways to dominate your submissive. It has all been very interesting to me, and giving me new and exciting ideas. I did a lot of reading yesterday. Mostly articles, some reviews on toys and things of that nature. It put me in a very submissive state of mind. I couldn't wait to see Master later on. Even with the cramps, I was still looking forward to it. I told him I was in need of a cuddle. He said as long as I went down on him a few times, he would cuddle me all weekend. I told him he gets whatever he wants, it's not like I can really say no to him. Master then said he would also like to tie me up. I was then told to bring my black and blue corset and some black heels to wear at some point this weekend. That just amped up my desire to go over there.

Unfortunately for me, I read a text he sent me wrong. I thought he wanted me to leave my house at 9:30. Nope, apparently he wanted me to be at his house around 9:30. All he sent to me when I told him I was on my way was "You're so very late." I kinda had the idea that I was in for it. Honest mistake though. I didn't get the beating I thought I was going to. We actually had to run to the store first (so we could get stuff to make breakfast in the morning). When it was time for bed though, he told me to suck his dick. Which, I knew we would be doing a lot of that since I am currently experiencing my lady time. What I wasn't ready for was the duration of the oral. I could tell he was really trying to enjoy it, but unfortunately that ended up getting the best of him later because it then became difficult. He was only a little forceful, but not terribly. He had me up close to him while he handled himself for a bit, and put one of my nipples in his mouth. He proceeded to bite on it. Hard. It actually started to hurt pretty bad, but not quite to the point where there was no pleasure so it was fine. When he finally released, he went to the other one and did the same. I know he was doing it to hear me moan and cry out. I know how much he loves that. Master must have noticed my desire to please him, so he did end up forcing my head back down, and smacked my ass hard, many times, as I sucked and licked. When he was about to cum, he asked if I wanted it. I said yes, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully, and then that's when I realized I was getting my punishment. I asked if I was allowed to have a turn, and he said no. Even with my performance pleasing him, I was still not allowed to cum. After a short pout, I informed him of how submissive I had been feeling all day, and that I probably could have told him that earlier for him to take full advantage of it, but I forgot. This excited him, but he still refused me my orgasm. Let me tell you, I did not sleep well last night. I kept waking up randomly, almost wide awake, then falling back asleep briefly only to do it again.

This morning, after breakfast, we were snuggling on the couch. I was still a bit riled up from the night before, so I kissed his neck, and nibbled here and there. He gently grabbed my neck and kissed me. A few minutes later he said "I want to fuck you. Now." Off to the bedroom we went! Master didn't start off slow really, after climbing on top of me, he kissed me a bit before lubing up and pushing in. He felt amazing. He fucked me like that for a while, grabbing my hair and pulling on it hard. Tugging my head in different directions to get a better view of my neck for him to bite. A few times I tried to move so he couldn't, and he just tugged harder. He moved his hand to my neck and held me down for a while. Sometimes it's hard for anything else to matter except the feeling of his hands on me and his cock inside me when he does this. I barely even think about the fact that I can't breathe. haha. He moved to hold me down with his arm, and proceeded to bite my collar bone hard enough to where it felt like he was slicing through a nerve or something. He sat up and held my legs up. Then he started to bite my calves. I haven't had any new bruises in weeks, and he didn't take it easy on me either, so this was quite painful. He bit one side, and I tried soo hard to squirm away for the second, but he wouldn't let me. He said "My little fuck toy needs some new bruises", and continued to bite me on my ribs. Master ordered me to flip over, and a few moments into that, he told me to cum for him. Everything was so wet, and I was so numb from holding off soo long I was having trouble getting off. I asked if I could use my toy. He got it quickly, but as I was putting it against my clit, he started wailing on my ass. The fucking continued, and he kept telling me if I didn't cum soon, he was going to take it away from me. Not just the toy, but the chance to cum. I didn't want that, I was so close. He kept smacking my bottom, and finally I came. It was long, and lovely, and felt so good. I got greedy, and asked if I could again (not sure when he would let me next), but he said no, and to turn off my toy. Master continued to fuck me pretty hard for a few more minutes before he came. Twice. I love it when he is able to have multiple orgasms. It takes a lot out of him, but damn....it's satisfying for both of us. After I got cleaned up, he was inspecting his handy work. I think he realized he hadn't left a mark on my thighs because he bit down to give me one.

If this is just easing me into what he has in store for me for the weekend, I am all game for that. I mentioned an article I read about objectification to him, and how I might be interested in trying it, though I wasn't sure if I would enjoy being called "it". Just something to think about. I'm still hoping to find a decently priced cage. Cheapest I can find on craigslist so far is $65. Well, I found one for $35, but it doesn't look like it's in the best shape. I'd prefer a new one, but Peter made a good point; why spend the $130 on a brand new cage if it turns out I don't like being caged? I just hope we can find one that is a good price and was well maintained, and not all gross from the owner letting the dog eat shit and piss in it. I mean....if I like it, we can always re-sell the one we bought and get a brand new one. Right?

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I completely forgot to mention!!! For those of you who still frequent LiveJournal, I finally got the feed up and running:  http://syndicated.livejournal.com/tiedupkaiblog/profile

You can subscribe, and it will update to your friends list when I update. Just another way to try and be convenient to read.

No panties.

Thursdays are usually when I go over to Peter's house, but we both had to work late. While working late, a wave of sexual desire just swept over me. It was pretty crazy. I sent him a text and told him this. His response? "Better have those panties off when you come over tomorrow."

Friday morning, I started my whole routine....shower, get dressed....When I put my panties on, I looked in the mirror. My was having a very "sexy ass" day. I mean...I have a big bottom, and there are times when even I find it hot. So, I took a picture of it with my panties on, and sent it to Master, saying "Good morning!". He said it made his day (and he made it the wallpaper on his phone), but that they had better be off when I came over (like he asked the day before). I wouldn't dream of disobeying an order like that. When it was time to go home for the day, I walked behind the control tower, pulled my panties down (I wear skirts 85% of the time...this day was no exception), and put them in my purse. It was only a little windy outside, but I held onto my skirt as if the wind was whipping around a wind tunnel. When I got to Masters house, he was still in the shower. I let myself in, and went to his room. I knelt on the bed, and bent over. About 10 minutes later, he was out of the shower, and in his room. He didn't waste much time before giving me my spankings for the day. When he goes down on me, it sends shivers all over my body, I swear. The sex that followed was quite enjoyable. I wasn't really in pain anymore, so that helped a lot. We weren't able to really do much else because we had dinner plans with some of my friends, followed by a graduation party. Throughout the party, Master kept smacking my bottom. It only got more intense as the night when on, and I got him more drunk (I have never seen him even slightly intoxicated before, so this was a treat for me). He would go between smacking my ass hard and telling me he wanted to stick it in my ass, to grabbing me by the waist, kissing me, and telling me how much he loved me. He had been quite affectionate earlier in the evening before the alcohol (and he is normally very affectionate). Before him, I didn't have much care for PDA, but he made me comfortable enough to survive a kiss here and there in public without getting annoyed at all. So all the kisses just made me feel incredibly loved and wanted.We left the party a bit before midnight, and were sexing it up as soon as we got home. We were both on fire, and ended up recorded a couple little clips on my phone. The one I took you can't really see (poor lighting), but the one he did was not too shabby. We actually changed positions when he did it so that I was bent over. He kept rubbing his thumb over my ass while he recorded. I knew what he really wanted. He had been mentioning it all night. Eventually, I said it was fine, and asked if I could use my toy. Master allowed this. Things were fine at first, then eventually it started to hurt. And then hurt really bad. I had to tell him we needed to stop. He was fine with it. Apparently with the alcohol in his system, it wasn't likely that he would be able to achieve orgasm. So we cleaned up and laid down. We talked for a bit before going to sleep. I can't help but be completely smitten by that man.

Saturday worked out to be a busy day. Starting with breakfast, followed by the movies, then I had to work. I know we had sex at some point, but since it's Wednesday already, I can't remember. Yay, lack of memory. I just remember that I had two very small cups of coffee with breakfast, and not long after....I started getting pain in my kidneys again. That made the rest of the day quite annoying.

Sunday was not such a good day for Peter. He had a crummy morning at work, plus he found out there really wasn't a chance for him to do this marathon that he had been planning on doing for almost a year. It was just a messed up day. I spent most of the day trying to get comfortable while watching TV with his dog and cat. We had been invited to the cider mill, but we passed due to the excess of shitty day. We tried to make the best of it by having lunch and watching the new episodes of Big Bang Theory and Regular Show, then we went to Borders to pick out some books. Peter bought a new vegetarian cook book so he could cook new and delicious meals for us, and I picked up the cook book Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar. I loved the previous book Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World, so I knew this would be epic. I used to be vegan, but now I'm just back to being vegetarian (though I still bake vegan). Then after a quick run to the pet store, we finally got back to his place. I was texting one of my friends while he was feeding his animals. When he was done, he came to sit by me. After sending a text, he asked if I was done texting my friend. When I said sure, his response was "good, let's go have sex". I wasn't really done texting, but my response back could wait. I never pass up a chance for sex with my Master if I can help it. When we made dinner later, I got my daily spankings. This time, it was with a spatula. I see the point in those paddles with holes in them now; you can totally feel the holes with each crack, even with an ass as plush as mine.

My kidneys are feeling a bit better now that I'm drinking a lot more water than I was. I'm also taking cranberry pills and trying to drink lots of cranberry juice. I'm trying to avoid going back to the doctor if I can, but if I keep getting the pains I'll have to go back.

Things to look forward to? A rare occurrence, I'll be going to Master's house tonight, and be there until Sunday. Normally, this starts on Thursday, but I get an extra day. Wednesdays he works until 9pm, and Thursdays are usually one of  his days off of work. My normal work schedule is 9-4, but tomorrow I will be working 2-9pm. So to insure that we get to spend lots of time together, I'll be going over there tonight. I will also be bringing my dog. The longest she's ever stayed over his place was a night, so I'm curious how she is going to do staying there for four nights.

Peter's birthday is later this month. I already have a few small gifts for him, and I'll probably get the rest of his gift next week (not including his birthday dinner out, and cake that I'll be baking him). I also need to complete my personal birthday gift for him So far, I only have the outfit I'll be wearing for him, but not the lingerie. The outfit is a school girl. What should I wear under it? Any ideas? I can't decide if I want to go all white cotton panties and bra, or something I can wear thigh highs and a garter belt with. I still have a little bit to decide. His birthday isn't until the 28th.


Anyway, I'm rambling, and I should get going. Lots of work to do before I leave for the day!