Missed

My lover has been away for about 4 days attending a wedding in his homeland. Without him here to whisper orders into my ear or to force me into compromising positions I feel completely devoid of my sexuality. It's as if he locked it up and took it with him on the plane—unintentionally, of course.

I tried masturbating yesterday to relieve some of my tensions, but I couldn't even bring myself to cum. It has never been a problem before, and I'm sitting here trying to figure out what on earth is going on with me.

All I can think of is how I wish he would tie me up more often.

Bruised and Happy

My deliciously bruised ass after another weekend of festivities. I was gagged with a bandana and soundly beaten.
It's amazing what a wooden hairbrush and an open palm can do when the wielder is a determined over-achiever.

The colors are beautiful, no?

B still has yet to use the birch cane I got him for his birthday. He said he was going to try it out this weekend, but never followed through.

I wonder if he's only biding his time and using the delay to work up my fear/anticipation.
If he is, it's certainly working!

B's Birthday

B's birthday is coming up in less than a week and I have been absolutely lost on what to get him. He's quite well-paid for what he does, so whatever he wants he usually buys for himself before I can even think to get it. Thus my dilemma—what to get the boy that has (or can get) everything he wants?

I was quite hard pressed to find an answer, and then as if the angel Gabriel himself came to me, I had a brilliant epiphany. Thanks to last weekend's experimentation, I helped B discover his interest in kink. I then thought to myself: why not nurture his newfound interest in topping and see where it goes, as it can mutually beneficial.

Then I found her, the beautiful and incredibly talented WhypDancer of Canes4Pain.com. She has the most beautiful, meticulously detailed canes I have ever seen—they certainly are gorgeous little harbingers of pain. All are handcrafted to give them that personal touch. I encourage anyone who loves canes and the thrill of beating their loved ones to take a look at her work. You will not be disappointed.

As you have probably guessed by now, in the end I decided to get B his very first cane for his birthday. I know for a fact that he would never think to buy something like that, which is why it is the perfect gift for a budding domme. I got him a great beginner cane, which just arrived in the post today; straight, plain, 30" long and 1/4" thick. It's the perfect size for him to practice welting my naked bottom with.

I gave myself a few good smacks on the thigh just to test it's zestiness, and oh my! What a sting and what a beautiful striped pattern! I'm sure going to have a spectacularily sore ass after he's done with me.
I can't wait to witness his expression when I present it to him on Saturday.

Yours Always,
-Miss C

Spanked At Last

My ass after last weekend.
Taken on Monday afternoon by my beloved B after a
bout of role playing. Bruised and red flesh is so yum.

This weekend was amazing. Unfortunately, B didn't get to tie me up because we were unable to get the rope. It hardly dampened my weekend; in fact I forgot about it all together because B did everything else I asked for—and then some!

My ass is still aching from that firm paddling he gave me with my wooden hairbrush. He slapped me, spanked me, choked me, pulled my hair, held me down, fucked me hard, and completely overtook my body and claimed it as his own. I was his own personal plaything I reveled in every second of it. Never has any man made me feel the way B made me feel last weekend. I truly felt as if I was his and that made me want to give him even more of myself.

My parting gifts from our encounter include the bruises on my wrists, arms and hips, my sore and swollen cunt, and my cherry-red ass: as you can see from the photograph.

What shocked me the most was how easy it was for him to change character. Due to his inexperience, I thought it would have been hard for him to cross that barrier, as he has never had any desire in hitting/spanking women. Usually inexperienced men have a hard time letting go of the stigma of spanking, slapping and rough sex. They see it as abuse and it is hardly enticing to them.

Apparently not for B. It seems he had it in him all along.

At the end, as we were both lying next to each other—our bodies shivering and panting heavily—he held me close to him and kissed me gently all over my face. Then whispered into my ear that he truly enjoyed seeing me squirm as he turned my ass red and that next weekend, when my I was feeling better, he would thoroughly spank me again. I don't know about you, but the very thought of my lover forcefully bending me over, holding me down, then lovingly paddling away at my ass with my wooden hairbrush makes me incredibly wet.

It seems in only one session I have managed to convert my corporate, suit-wearing lover from a reluctant vanilla-spanker to a full-time ass-paddler. I have opened the Door of Kink for him and he happily followed me through it.

If only all my lovers were so receptive and giving.

Yours Always,
-Miss C

Biting The Bullet

I finally built up the courage to suggest to my current lover (B) that perhaps we should try new things in the bedroom. We have been dating for almost six months now and he is by far the most corporate, mid-Western, normal, “All-American” boy that I have ever dated. In the past I have only dated the laid-back artsy types, like myself, but I thought I would take a chance on him because he was so wonderfully nerdy. So far things have been much better than I expected. I was also very surprised at how well he reacted to my out-of-the-blue request to being roped up and beaten during sex.

The dialouge went something like this:

--during post-sex afterglow snuggling--
MissC: Honey? What do you say we try something new next time?
B: Oh yeah? Like what?
MissC: How about you tie me up with rope and then have your way with me.
B: Oh yeah? Sounds yummy. Anything else you want me to do to you?
MissC: Hmmm... How about after you tie me up, you bend me over your lap, then spank me hard and tell me how bad I am.
B: You want me to spank you? Like how hard?
MissC: Enough to make my ass nice and red. I'd say about this hard. Here, turn over. *smack!*
B: Ow! What the fuck?! C that's pretty hard! Are you sure about it?
MissC: Yes, my darling. I want you to give me a good spanking and to make my ass sore. And if I don't accept my punishment, you'll have to hold me down roughly and make sure I get it.
B: C, you're crazy, and that's why I love you. If you really want me to spank you and get a little rough then I'll try. We'll go to Home Depot this weekend and pick up some rope. All your ass will belong to me.

And it was as easy as that. No weird looks, or apprehension. Just a genuine interest in the sexual needs of his lover. Dare I say he even seemed a little enthusiastic about spanking me. This is the first time any man I have ever dated has willingly and enthusiastically agreed to be kinky with me. I know I sound like a starry-eyed teenager, but I think I could honestly love him. I'll bring my hairbrush and make him spank me with it. =)

Yours Always,
-Miss C

Trust and Bondage

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Hello World!

I must admit that I am not too techno-savvy, but I could not resist the temptation of saying my piece on this vast and endless soapbox that is called the internet.

Ever since I was a teenager the act of bondage has always interested me. I think it started when I read Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty Trilogy. Cliché, I know; but something in that book struck a chord deep within me. Eager to satisfy my new yearning I sought out many erotic novels, one of them being Marquis de Sade's The Story of O. Needless to say I was hooked.

At age 18 I mustered up the courage to go to Home Depot and buy a good length of nylon rope. I decided to surprise my boyfriend at the time. Unfortunately for me did not take the surprise very well. In fact I could tell he was slightly distraught by my wish to be tied up and spanked. A few years and many lovers later I still have yet to find a mate who is as intrigued with bondage as I am.

I suppose this blog is a way to anonymously voice my inner desires and temptations to anyone who would so kindly give me an audience. Thank you in advance to whoever you maybe.

Yours Always,
–Miss C