cunt anyone??

ok.. now that i have your attention......

After yesterday's rather heavy discussion on processing pain...... i figured it was way past time to lighten things up around here.........



First of all - and don't ask me why - i decided to look at some cunt pictures.. there are so many different sizes and shapes.. shaven and non shaven

There are roundish ones.......



And there are elongated ones....


check out the size of the clit...........


This one has to be my personal favourite ............




Now as you all know by now - whether you wanted to know it or not... i always shave my cunt and keep it as naked as the day i was born............ but there are a whole mess of women who don't .. and a whole mess of men that enjoy a nice thick tidy bush.........









On one of my surfing expeditions ..... i found this web site from France that sells erotic/sensual undergarments (for lack of a better word)........

So from naked cunts i take you to the well-dressed cunt...........






And if they aren't sexy enough for you........ how about a seashell with a little added extra for the wearer's enjoyment??








Now if we take a little hop skip and a jump across the English Channel..... the British have something called "Merkin's World". They don't sell sexy lingerie.. no no .. something quite different....... and i can't help but say.. trust the British (and don't yell at me .. i AM British)

They sell wigs for cunts....... wigs !!!

Here's a sampling of what they have.. and what they look like.. you can - should you be so inclined - design your own !!!!



Inquiring minds want to know.. how do they keep those lil wigs in place?? glue??? double sided tape??? can i say OUCH??!!

i don't know.. there is something about the last 'wig' that appeals to me.. god can you imagine Sir's face when He discovered THAT covering my cunt???

So many cunts - so many different sizes and shapes and colours ........ and so many different ways to decorate them.......... we should have a celebrate the cunt day !!!

A Session

i know that i talk a lot - especially on Mondays - about the weekend sessions.... i don't get a lot of feed back - but according to my counter - i do get a lot of hits on Mondays ............ This Monday isn't going to be much different........ talk about a session..........

What is different though is how i processed this session............

After the pins and needles session Saturday afternoon... on Saturday evening...... Sir gave me a flogging session.... ( i never really know what to call them as He doesn't always use floggers - but you get the idea)....

i was ordered over the ottoman and Sir started with the crop....... my mindset was just weird........ i was so quiet inside.. so quiet it was like i was dead...

Sir started off slowly - really nicely........ and sped up pretty damn quickly...... i was holding my head in my hands and had all these really weird / strange / wonderful / sick ideas running through my addled brain.........

First off ..... i realized that Sir wasn't hurting me.. not even a little bit.. didn't matter how hard He was hitting.. or what He was using to hit.. it just wasn't registering as pain........ i had been .. stressed and upset .. during the week.. and it was like all those negative feelings had piled up in my gut and were hurting me more than Sir was........ in some weird / strange / sick way.. i wanted Sir to hurt me more than i was hurting inside........

Then i realized i wanted Sir to bruise me.. i wanted it more than anything on earth..... and i have been harbouring this secret belief that if i didn't move.. if i didn't make a sound to alter Sir's perception of how the session was going that He would hit harder and longer and some how or other i would be bruised...... even through a brutal paddling with the big wooden paddle i didn't utter a sound.. i did collapse a couple of times from the sheer force of the hit...... but i went right back into position and let Sir go on with it............

And then .. i realized that if Sir kept hitting me harder and harder and longer and longer that it meant He truly loved me (now i have to say this right now...... i KNOW Sir loves me.. just sometimes i need physical proof of the depth of His love - can He hurt me enough to show me He loves me - sort of thing and yeah yeah i know that probably sounds REALLY sick to some of you......... but others who have claimed love couldn't give me the pain my body and mind craves once they had declared their love)



At the end of it.. i wasn't flying.. i was a bit dizzy... and a bit weepy..... my ass hurt more than words can describe........ i went really deep inside of myself..and couldn't / wouldn't talk about anything....... i finally gave up trying to be good company and went off to bed......

Sunday morning i almost couldn't wait to check my ass out in the mirror.. could i possibly be bruised?????? my ass was still hurting something awful....... way more than i ever thought possible...........

i looked..

i checked right and left

and there wasn't one mark.

and i cried.

Actually i did a lot of crying on Sunday...... and Sir was there to hold me and rock me and whisper all the right words in my ear............

i do though have a sore muscle .. a really sore muscle... that runs from mid ass check almost straight down to the sweet spot under the ass cheek.. no mark .. but damn does that muscle hurt !!!!!

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A small announcement.......

i know some of you have read with interest my dabbling in domming on the Yes Miss blog. On Sunday afternoon baby boy came over for a visit - and after a long chat i released him. i am not a domme.. not even a little bit of one........ deep inside. Oh i can do all the right things... i can spank and i can crop and i can do CBT.. and i discovered i can even humiliate.. but it never really felt right .. inside.. where it counts.

So the Yes Miss Blog has gone the way of the dodo bird and the dinosaurs and all other extinct beings.

There will only be one Dominant in this house from now on ....... and that is Sir.

pins and needles

Many long years ago - eons really - i used to sew - i hated it !! So much so that today i struggle with the thought of even sewing on a button !!!

BUT back in the days when i did sew i always had pins.. wheels of pins handy by my side... these were my favourite ones -



because they were relatively easy to pull out.. IF i remembered to shove them back in they didn't get lost... AND .. they had such pretty colours !!!

Sir knows of my total dislike for sewing....... and so imagine my surprise on Friday when He arrived with a "present" for me... a brand new set of sewing pins !!! i could NOT imagine what in god's name He wanted me to sew.. but i could feel the old reaction bubbling up to the surface.. the foot stamping.. stomach tightening.. "i don't wanna !!!" feeling.

Nothing much was said in regards to them....... they just sat on the front table haunting me every time i walked past.............

Then on Saturday afternoon Sir disappeared into the basement for a bit.......... when He reappeared He was holding two of the pin wheels.......... He had drilled out the middle hole.. making it bigger..............

Sir had me remove my tshirt....... and with some tugging and pinching He managed to secure one of the rings over my nipple............ my stomach had sunk about as far as it could go !!! i glanced down and saw all the pretty coloured heads of the pins sticking out..... i watched as Sir's hand started to methodically push the pins in to the circle...... and ultimately into my nipple.................. MY NIPPLE !!!! my absolute no way don't touch unless i am in the mood nipple !!!!

i don't remember even having the strength to object......... that happens sometimes to me when i am totally and completely overwhelmed by the sadistic nature of the man i call Sir..

While i was coming to terms with having my nipple impaled on this ring of pins......... He was pulling the next nipple out and through the next ring of pins..... Same procedure.. all the pins were sticking out.. then i watched as He methodically pushed each pin in.. all the way.............

There are times that i am totally and completely mesmerized by what Sir does to my body.. and how my body reacts to the treatment............

i wasn't given a whole lot of time to adjust to the fact that my nipples were being pierced... cause Sir wasn't finished. He spread out the plastic on the floor and lit the candle......

i tried to wiggle out of the waxing totally....... didn't work.

i tried to convince Sir that i should like on my back........... didn't work.

Sir wanted me on my stomach with the pin wheels and nipples pressed against the floor............

It started off with my hands holding my upper body somewhat off the floor - so that the pin wheels just kinda dangled there........ self protection is an automatic reflex - i believe.

BUT then Sir had lit the black waxing candle..

And Sir had sat down cross legged on the floor beside me (no chance of cooling the wax drips from standing height - no sireee bob !!! This waxing was gonna be down and dirty!!)



The first stream of hot wax ran down my ass.. over the tops of my thighs and had me gasping in pain......... Sir pulled my ass crack open and aimed the next stream of hot (molten hot - i swear ) wax down the crack........ my muscles clenched - and oh dear god i discovered the peach fuzz i have in my ass crack - that i never shave - was now receiving hot wax treatment............ those ass muscles stayed clenched.. cause the slightest loosening of them had peach fuzz hair being pulled out cruelly from one side (at least)........

Then the knife came out and the wax was being shaved off my ass.. and thighs..........Some time around this point i realized my nipples were burning / hurting / screaming at me.. i looked down.......... Somewhere around the second stream of wax - i had given up - forgotten about the pin wheel on each nipple and had collapsed down on to the floor - pushing the pins/nipples in deeper....... rubbing them around as i wiggled on the floor trying to extinguish the burning in my ass.......................

Sometimes i am really truly amazed at how sadistic Sir can be............

And He has promised to take the third wheel home and widen the middle hole large enough to accomodate my clit and clit jewelry..............

i have a badge that Sir bought me once - a long time ago - the wording seems rather appropriate .................

Bamboozled

After a month of vanilla wedding plans........ and other miscellaneous happenings.. we finally touched base with our friend Cloud yesterday for a renewal of our Friday coffee klatch.

After catching up on each others' news.. Cloud announced He was going to town for a cocktail party hosted by Lady A. He convinced Sir that we should come too... after all 'bb' the submissive who had invited Cloud had said how much they enjoyed having "older Dominants" attend their cocktail parties.......

OK STOP RIGHT THERE !!! Think that should have told US all something??

Well it didn't...

So we picked Cloud up at 9:30 and headed into town.. to the Skye Club ... where this cocktail party was happening......... i was wondering about a cocktail party at the Skye - i had been to Skye many times about 10 years back... it is in the gay village and my memories involved loud .. louder.. loudest music.. lots of buff boys..... not too many girls... and lots of steamy necking and fondling in the corners..........but far be it from me - a lowly submissive to point out some discrepancies i was seeing in this evening's outing.

We arrived in town - actually found a parking space only a 5 minute walk from the club - and wondered through the village. i have to say it brought back some fond memories - but that isn't for today's blog.......

The Skye used to be this windowed .. modern... happening club...... it is now a complete complex (if you check the link above you will see what i mean) each of the areas was packed to overflowing. Sir turned to Cloud and asked exactly where this cocktail party was... Cloud said - with the confidence only a Dom can have - 1474 St Catharine. Right.. Sir and Cloud (with my trailing behind them) started to walk around the club.. which was packed with buff boys - a few more women than i expected - and lots of loud .. louder.. loudest music with flashing lights. Finally i touched Cloud's arm and asked what 'bb' looked like........... ohhhhhhh boy .. hair to the chin and dark rimmed glasses. That's it??!! That's all he could give me.. that description fit almost every female in the place....

i gave up following like a lamb to the slaughter and grabbed one of the buff cute lil waitors.. and explained our predicament. He had no clue about any cocktail party but suggested we try around the back of the club where there were more areas set up...........

Slowly we maneuvered our way to the back.. through buff bodies dancing.. buff bodies hanging around.. buff bodies drinking...weird angled steps and flashing lights that nearly sent me ass over tea kettle.. (of course if i had kept my eyes on where i was going instead of on all those buff lil boys)

Till we arrived at the back of the club where there were some sofas set up in a circle with a table in the middle... i studied the group for a good few minutes.. and decided if we were actually gonna find this cocktail party - seeing as Cloud had NO idea who/what we were looking for - someone was gonna have to start asking around.........

So being the brattylocks i can be.. i marched up to this blond short haired woman standing in the middle of the circle of sofas and asked if she was ....... by any chance.. involved in the cocktail party organized by Lady A........ YES !!! in fact she was 'bb'....... i rolled my eyes at Cloud who needed an introduction................ a few switches/submissives that were there wiggled their fingers at me.. and i made the rounds greeting folks who knew me from this event or that event.. but who - i honestly - didn't remember at all........

Turns out i found another 2 'friends' of Cloud - and once again i felt like i should introduce them...... Cloud seemed to be..... ummmmmm.. in a cloud???!!!

After the few introductions were done.. Sir and Cloud and i plunked ourselves on one of the sofas and smiled and nodded a lot......... i said i felt like a chaperon at the high school dance...........in other words - very very OLD..........

Twenty minutes later over the loud louder loudest music.. Sir and Cloud asked if i was ready to slip away........ slip away?? i was ready to run........................

So we old folks headed back to the burbs for a coffee.......... and left the young 'uns to play.........

What was i saying about the need for a BDSM old folks home a few days back???

weekly tasks

Most of us have tasks we complete for our Masters/Sirs - whatevers... mundane daily/weekly tasks. i am no different.. i have my daily journal entry that is supposed to be in Sir's email box by 7:30 each morning (though i must admit i have been pushing the limits on that one since i discovered i can actually sleep in) i must keep the house tidy and reasonably clean (though that would happen even if it wasn't assigned as i am a bit obsessive over tidiness)
AND the biggy..... i am supposed to shave my entire body - pink bits included on Friday.

Now Sir used to shave me every Friday soon after He arrived - but for some reason that ritual has fallen by the wayside (like so many - see me pout??) So the task has fallen to me....




Now don't get me wrong.. i LOVE being all smooth and pink ..... but i don't much like the shaving bit....

First i tried shaving in the shower.. foot up on the edge of the tub.. but that didn't work all that well as i couldn't really see what i was doing....

Then i discovered it was much easier to slap on the shaving cream in front of the bathroom mirror... and if i spread my legs just so.. and tilted my pelvis just right.. i could sort of .. kind of.. see what i was doing......

Now i have a new bathroom.. and the big ugly mirror that was only good for shaving is gone..... and i am back to shaving blind......

Then i used to get all this ugly unsightly shaving rash .. red bumpy things that sprung up almost instantaneously after shaving...... Sir read somewhere that Gold Bond medicated powder would work.. and it does !! No shaving bumps.. but god does it burn !!! cold burn.. know what i mean?? so hot it feels freezing cold.........



Anyway.. the whole point to this .. is... this morning i wasn't much in the mood for shaving.. BUT it is Friday...... sooooooo i got out the shaving apparel and set to it....... the next thing i know (cause at that point i sure didn't feel it) i had blood trickling down my leg.
OH MY GOD !!! i had put in a new blade and completely forgotten !!! i had managed to shave off a layer or two of skin in not one.. not two .. but three different areas !!! OUCH !!

Now i am sitting at the computer desk - with the Gold Bond powder on.. legs spread wide in front of the fan....... hoping that the damn bleeding will stop so that i can actually put some clothes on !!! (yeah yeah i know.. submissives don't actually HAVE to wear clothes)

There has got to be a better way...... there has to be !!!