Short and sweet Q & A

Florida Dom asked a follow up question:
If you don't mind just one more question: Is being shaved by Sir a turn on and foreplay for a scene? And how often does he do it?

When Sir first started shaving me, it was at first humiliating - being so exposed and open to Him .......... major mind fuck !!! Then yes it was (still is) a turn on. His fingers opening me.. tugging my pussy this way and that..... lifting my clit by the jewelry and moving it out of the way.. yeah it is very much a turn on.

And no it is not foreplay to anything. It is simply a task that needs to be done.

As for how often He shaves me - well i only see Sir on weekends - so the simple answer is once a week. But it isn't all that simple. Often times a weekend will come and go and the shaving won't be done. i like to be clean shaven - so unless i am under orders not to shave myself - i will often shave myself every couple of days or so.

Carrie Ann and Spankedhortic asked:

This has nothing to do with anything but...
Every day I ask myself...
I wonder why she chose that color to type in?

So.

Lol.

What decides the text color of the day?

This question made me laugh. You see i am mostly colour blind. i see primary colours but not shades of colours......... So the colour i see is not necessarily the colour you see.

BUT .. to answer the question of how i decide what colour to use......... i have a couple of criteria - if i am using a picture to illustrate the topic.. i try to match the font colour to one of the colours in the picture.

If there is no picture to match to.. then i tend to pick a colour that matches my mood .. or the mood of the blog entry.

AND when all else fails - i chose a colour i think looks best with the background - my blog template has changed over the years and some of the backgrounds were different colours .

Now kaya - you have been very patient........ i haven't forgotten your questions.. saving the best for last (right - that's what i am doing .. saving the best for last!!)

Pussy torture questions

Florida Dom asked: Here's a question about your two pussy torture photos. One has pussy hair, one doesn't. One has needles, one has a padlock so I assume they were done at different times. Could you explain how much pain is involved, how much of a turnon it is, how often is your pussy tortured and how long do the needles and/or the padlock stay on. Any thoughts on the whole process would be appreciated. And if everyday life, are you usually completely shaved or do you have some hair the way you did in the one photo.

i have a feeling i am going to disappoint you Florida Dom....... the pictures on my Photo Journal are generally not pictures of me.... though i have thrown in one or two of my own from time to time... the pictures are actually ones Sir sends me from His many lists. Therefore i cannot answer your questions re the pussy torture in those pictures.

i can however answer your questions about pussy torture from the experience i have .......
i personally love most forms of pussy torture and it is a major turn on for me. BUT i have not yet shown (nor has Sir ) much interest in shoving needles through my pussy.. i was pierced once - that was an orgasmic moment.. but not one i wish to experience again any time soon.

For the record Sir has clamped my pussy using bull dog clamps - clover clamps - clothes pegs - mouse traps - and chopsticks with elastics. Sir has used the cups on my pussy.. and i am including a picture of the most recent clit cupping (done this past week). Sir has used hot wax on my pussy. Sir has cropped and flogged my pussy. Sir has done bondage through my clit ring (which i can honestly say was amazing !!! and terrifying at the same time. i was so scared the ropes would rip my ring out ) Sir has hung weights from my clit ring.......... at first again those scared me as i feared the ring would rip through the skin..... but once i got used to them.. it was fun walking .. and i even put a little wiggle in to make the weights swing back and forth and further tug on the clit ........

mouse trap clamps

chop stick torture

new pussy stretching device

fun fun fun with clothes pegs

cupping the clit...

It is difficult to measure the amount of pain - anything that stops the blood flow to an area with clamps etc causes some pain.. and more pain when the clamps come off and the blood flow is restored... BUT to measure it?? what hurts for one - brings pleasure to another - so it really is next to impossible to answer that question.

As for how long these clamps etc are left on... for as long as my body can tolerate it.. and then a wee bit longer. Sir is always checking for coldness and colour ... when it passes some line in His mind - they all come off.. OR .. on occasion when i can't seem to get on top of the pain - Sir will remove the torture devices .. what ever they are........... It is much more fun for both of us if i am enjoying the pain... and exhibiting all the signs and symptoms of enjoying...........

Now as for the shaving question - i have been clean shaven for going on 30 years now.. it was originally a personal choice and then became Sir's wishes. My pictures show varying degrees of hair to nakedness due to the fact that most times Sir is the one who shaves me.. and it is done when He is ready - which isn't necessarily when *i* am ready.

i hope this answers your questions.. and isn't all that disappointing that i am not the subject of all the pictures on the Photo Journal.

As for the other questions - especially kaya's who was wonderful and gave me a bunch to answer.. i promise .. over the next few days i will get to them. kaya - i think i am gonna break your questions down a bit... if you don't mind.. some will require longer answers than others...

AND if anyone else has any questions.......... please feel free to leave them in the comment section and i will answer them.. i promise !!!

In case you all missed this bit in all the excitement of my new car............

This is Q & A month....

i am waiting for your questions...

ahhhhh come on folks.. some of you are new and haven't read ALL my blaterations right??

very private thoughts

Come sit.. i really need to get something off my chest...












And please don't tsk tsk me.. or say i am making mountains out of mole hills.. for some reason this really hit me last night.. like a punch in the stomach or a slap across the face...


Ok.. the gist of it..............


Last evening after dinner.. i came into the living room - having done the dishes.. and there sitting on top of my pc was the vibrator. i looked at it.. kinda smiled.. and asked Sir what it was for.,... (yeah i know stupid question) Once Sir had "drawn me a picture" i asked if i could wait for a bit.. digest my dinner - cause truthfully - horny was not what i was feeling last night.

i stalled as long as possible.. but eventually Sir put His foot down and the vibrator was gonna get used....

Now i didn't plug it in cause it really did seem to have a fair amount of charge left in the batteries... and (this may be TMI) i used as much spit as i could muster - cause when i say i wasn't in the mood.. i truly wasn't in THE mood.... turned it on and started playing with myself - trying to work up some kind of interest in it.

Now Sir had set the mood nicely - another nice fire.. soft lighting........

BUT nothing was happening.. i do believe i told Sir that my pussy was virtually fused shut. "sucks to be me" cause that vibrator was going in.., and i was gonna have an orgasm for Sir's amusement.. (and the more difficulties i developed the more fun it became for Sir )

So i was lying back on the sofa .. legs bent up and out.. and letting the magic vibrations do their work.. and it was sorta working but not really ... i wasn't getting that tingling in my lower belly that i get when things are coming together...Then Sir picked up a leather strap and started strapping my inner thighs.... and oh baby !!! it was like someone threw a switch... my ass was wiggling and those vibrations were the most wonderful feelings.. and that damn vibrator slipped in like a hot knife through butter.

My world was starting to warm up.. and my belly was tightening quite nicely..... when.. wouldn't you know it.. the damn batteries started slowing down.. and no matter how hard i tried to keep the feelings they were ebbing faster than the vibrator was dying......

i sighed and told Sir it was no use i was gonna have to plug it in. talk about ruining the mood !!! Sir sat back down in His chair... and i got up and fiddled with the cord.. and the plug and finally got the damn thing plugged in and vibrating at top speed again...

BUT the mood was gone... and as i lay there with my legs bent up and out .. and the vibrator doing it's best to bring back the tightening in my lower belly ............. i realized what i really wanted.. really truly wanted..

was the leather strap hitting my thighs again.


i laid there filled with - i am not really sure what emotions.... i know i felt embarrassed to ask Sir to strap me again.... it seemed so......... perverted.

But i did.. ask that is.. .and Sir did.. strap me that is........

And i had a very nice orgasm thank you very much for asking.............

BUT i was left reeling after wards..
left feeling "what is wrong with me?"
left feeling somehow.. kinda.. dirty - like the first time i ever masturbated and i thought how dirty it made me cause "nice girls did not EVER masturbate" and now .. now i get off with a vibrator going full blast.. and Sir using leather straps to hit my thighs.... my god .. how perverted is that !!! and i ASKED for it !!!!

i personally think it was my "asking for it " that did it.... turned it perverted / dirty in my mind... usually sex is in the middle of a session.. when i am dripping / gushing buckets and already pleading for an orgasm... this time i had to "ask for it" which means i can't pretend it was all HIS idea can i? (so to speak) ..

You'd think by the time you get to my age... things like this just wouldn't throw ya......... but this threw me.... BIG TIME.

Though in the morning sunshine.. with Sir smiling at me.. (is it a knowing type of smile?? a "I told you so" smile?? ) i know if it ever happens again - this need to be slapped/hit .... i will ask again... cause DAMN .. in the long run it WAS so good !!!

spanking equipment

Sir has all sorts of spanking "equipment" ... from a kneeling bench .. to a spanking horse.. to a St. Andrew's Cross........ but the most devilish - evil - piece of equipment He has ... is... the couch in His living room.

Here is Sir's chair............ do you see the brown handle sticking out of the pocket on the side..



Here look closer............... see it??



Well that is a leather paddle i bought a while ago.... it wasn't really ever used at the condo so i was ordered to add it to the toys that were to be brought and left at Sir's house.
It is nasty.. a thick piece of leather that is really two pieces stitched together.. leaving the two ends free for a "slapping effect"... trust me.. the "ouch" value is high....




Now the couch is just a couch.. until Sir tells me lie face down on it... which He did the other night.. as He gleefully pulled the leather paddle out of the pocket of His chair. There was a nice fire burning in the fireplace.. candles on the window ledge.. really quite romantic !!! i was thinking .. comfy sofa.. romantic fire.. no problem. Yeah right !!! Problem with lying face down on the couch.. my head is resting on one arm and my feet pressing against the other..... see the problem?? absolutely no wiggle room....

And then Sir started off slow with the leather paddle .. and started to build.... In no time at all i was trying to wiggle.. no go.. i tried pleading.. right - like that ever works !!! so i just buried my face in the pillow.. gritted my teeth.. and decided to wait it out........

Then i am not sure what happened.. i turned my head... watched the flames dancing and licking at each other.. pretty colours of yellow and red and blue.... out of the corner of my eye i could see Sir's arm swinging the paddle.. and i half realized how hard He was swinging.. how hard the paddle was hitting..

But the weird thing..... it was like watching a movie... my ass was getting hotter... Sir's arm was moving backwards into my line of vision every second or so.. the fire was dancing and leaping... what a weirdly romantic evening........ and plenty of time to watch the fire fairies dancing and laughing and playing...............