Master and I have been doing impromptu practice bondage nights. It has been so much fun. Our kitty cat is enjoying the bondage nights too. She loves Boss Bondage’s hemp rope. She rolls around on it like it is catnip.
We are all loving Boss Bondage’s rope in this house.
Sometimes it is just simple things…things that aren’t overt, but just little acts of SM that make a big impact.
Master has an injury right now and we haven’t had much SM play because he can’t lift his dominant arm above his ribs. He can move his forearm just fine, but not his upper arm. I want him to heal so I have been trying to urge him to relax and not exert himself. We are kinky and enjoy SM so he has had to find other ways to play.
What I have noticed is sometimes it is simple little things that can make a big impact without a lot of exertion. They also can be done in a quiet corner of an active play party.
Master put me in a collar and leash on Saturday night. He held tight on the leash pulling me back to choke me slightly.
He whispered, “Kiss me.”
He commands me to kiss him. I choke myself more by trying to reach his lips as he holds the leash tightly in his fist. I pull and gasp. He finally gives a little so that I can reach his lips. They were such delicious kisses. He whispered wickedly tormenting things into my ear such as “I want to break you.”
He alternated between breath play and percussive face slapping. He stood behind me as I sat in a chair. It brought his hands up into a good place to slap me. My face was bright red and on fire.
Although we like to play a little harder, I love that we did what we could and it still feeds our energy. It feeds those sadistic and masochistic desires in us.
We wished we could have stayed at the party longer, but we had Sunday obligations that made us leave early. But thankful for our little scene in the corner, as I was a happy floaty girl by the time we left and barely remember if we said good bye.
We received an order from JT Stockroom last week. These were a part of the order. Kaya mentioned them on FetLife. So I told her I would be cursing her name when they were “tested.” I think blaming kaya is better for my health than trying to blame the Sadists that inflict such umm tortures on us. (Insert self preservation badge here)
So that I can be as sweet and kind as kaya here is a link: http://www.stockroom.com/KinkLab-T-Cups-Nipple-Suct…
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Day 27: Do your non-kink interests ever find their way into your kinky activities? If so, how?
Yes, we both like to do photography and taking photos of kinky things is something we both do at times.
Master gagged myself and someone else once and read to us from Laura Antoniou’s The Slave. Kam, my previous Master, also did a similar thing. He tied me up, gagged me, and read to me from a series he got me hooked on. The Anita Blake series.
I can reverse it easier than doing it this way. Meaning I can think of kinky activities that find their way into my non-kink interests. Such as I am an artist and sometimes kinky images, words wind up in my art or inspire my art. I write poetry at times and those turn kinky or sexual often.