gonna do something -for- her and something -to- her

today there was a very fun, for Me, part of our conversation, actually, a few fun parts. This one in particular is the type I enjoy, because of the subtlety, how it's about the body but in the mind, the psychological side to it.

so I told slutstacie today that I'd been thinking about her a lot the night before and I had two things I was going to do, for her. One thing is something I'll do -to- her and the other is somthing I'll do -for- her. Big difference... it's all in the execution ;-)

when we finally got settled in this afternoon, we had another good talk. it was kinda cool, because it was raining where she is and it was raining where I am.. for her, a regular event, for Me (here) an uncommon event indeed. oh and by the way.. I'd left My car windows down... kinda funny..

anyway...

We were having a nice conversation.. she lifter her hand and wrist to the camera so I could see My cuff on her wrist. I told her that I wanted to describe for her the thing I want to do -to- her. I want to save the other one for a while, because that one will be ... a milestone.. or something..

I see you with a cuff, metal or leather, on both wrists and ankles. From those you're tied very securely to the four corners of the bed... securely enough that there is effectively no slack, your arms and legs pretty much pulled straight. you might be able to raise your body in an arch, a bit, by raising your pelvis, but that's about it. your head is hanging over the edge of the bed. not all the way, more like 45 degrees...

i kneel down in her face... I'm going to fuck your throat stacie... completely. I'm going to push My cock into your throat until you can't breathe.. further, if I can. My balls will be lying across your nose and maybe your eyes.. And I'm going to stay like that for as long as I think you can go without breath. Then, I'll pull out, let you gasp in a breath or two, then slide back into your throat.

Some of time I want to really fuck your throat, except that instead of long in and out strokes, I only want to pull out to the point where you still can't breathe... and push in from there.

As I told her this, I said "and I'm going to do this for as long as it's fun for me... might be 15 minutes or 30 or who knows... I want you to know, slut, that I intend for you to walk away from this with your throat bruised and sore. Every time you swallow or talk over the next couple of days, you'll be reminded of the day your Master fucked your throat."

It's so much fun to own her.

for my Master, thoughts of this afternoon

When slutstacie and I finished our session, I knew that she didn't have too long before bf/hubby got home. Still, I told her to put away Our toys and to stay naked, wearing only My cuff for as long as possible.

"Yes, Master, i will."

I also told her "...after you've put the toys away and cleaned up whatever you need to do, I have an assignment for you. I want you to take 15 minutes, no more, and write your thoughts and feelings about this afternoon. I'm not going to give any more direction than that. There is no right or wrong, nothing in particular I'm looking to hear about - I want whatever comes to your mind. Just write it down. Take no more than 15 minutes and mail it to Me."

she is a good little slut. she's obediant yet feisty, slutty yet classy, eager for a beating but happy with whatever pain Master chooses to give her. And she completed her assignment.

Here's what she sent to Me:

the first thing that comes to mind is thank You. thank You for making those delicious clothespin strands for me/Us to use. thank You for giving me Your pain. thank You for taking Ownership of me and making me Your property.

i can't wait to have Your hands putting the clothespins on Your cunt lips, Your tits, Your slut's tongue, and even better, for Your hands to be the ones ripping them off and making Your cunt scream.

it felt so good, so right, to stand before You naked wearing only Your cuff and ring. it felt so natural to kneel before You, my Master and Owner and wait for Your instruction. it will always excite me to kneel before You. always. and it will always make me feel at home where i belong.

the excitement i get when unbuckling Your belt and taking out Your cock will never fade or lessen. it will always give me a rush of excitement as well as a feeling of peace and comfort to pull out Master's cock for the first time whether it be just for a quick suck or for a long worship or to then present myself for His use. it will never mean less to me or affect/effect/uffect (hehe) me any less. i believe it will always grow larger and more powerful each time it is done.

thank you again Master for Your touch, Your pain, Your words, Your love. giving myself to You was the best thing i've ever done or will ever do.

all my love and devotion,

Your slut

Who could ask for a better slut?

she honors Me so much.

using My slut

We had a little time the other day to play. she, slutstacie, was at home and we were talking. she'd just accepted My cuff and had been wearing it full time for a couple of days.

Owning and Dominating a slut long distance is a little difficult, but there's still things you can do to test and push and control.. we were having a "regular" chat, nothing in particular, nothing especially sexual and out of the blue I told her "get naked". There was a -slight- pause, nothing longer than the time it takes to shift mental gears and I could hear her getting undressed.

From her rapid response I knew she was -there-. "i'm naked, Master". "Get on your knees, in your position". Another immediate shuffle as I heard her getting on her knees. "yes, Master". I told her to describe to Me how she was positioned. "i'm on my knees, knees spread so You can see Your cunt, sitting on my heels, my hands resting on my thighs, my eyes down".

Just the mental picture gets Me hard. "Just stay there and let Me look at you".... "Yes Sir".

"Lift your tits to Me, hold them up and out so I can see them, hit them if I choose". "i'm holding them out for You, Master".

"Do you have the clothespin strips I made for you handy?"
"They're in the bedroom, Master."
"Go there now, get them out. Then kneel near the bed as though I was sitting there."

Shuffle, shuffle.

"i'm in my position in front of you Master and the clothespin strips on on the floor in front of me."

"Good girl. Now listen and then do as I say: Take both ends of one strip, put those clothespins on the top of each outer pussy lip, as close to your clit as you can. Tell Me when that's done."

There's something about both listening to a woman, a slut, a submissive do immediately as she's told... and there's something else about hearing the little gasps of pain as she does what I wish even though she know's it's gonna hurt. Otoh, she is a pain slut, so maybe she also does it -because- she knows it's gonna hurt.

"Yes, Master, they're on."

"Good, now, take every other clip, starting at the ones already on your cunt and put them on your pussy lips, the outer lips, working down toward your ass. I want a minimum of 4 clips on each lip. Then, lay the rest of the strip out in a loop in front of you. Tell Me when you've done so."

After hearing several "oohs" and "owws", she said "They're on as you asked, Master."

"Look at the loop in front of your cunt, slut. My hand will be on that loop and when I want, I will pull it off you, snapping each of those clothespins of your cunt lips, My cunt lips, as I pull. Remember, slut, your pain belongs to Me - do not hold back on your cries and screams, they are Mine."

"yes, Master"

"Now, take another strip of clothespins. Take the pin on each end an put it on each nipple. Put as much of your nipple in the clip as possible. Let the rest of the string hang down so it's pulling on your nipples. Do it now."

"yes Master" as more "mmm" and "unhh" and "ouchouchouch". "They're on, Master."

"How does it feel, slut?"

"It hurts Master. Thank you for Your pain, Master."

"Now, listen carefully. you are going to get up on your knees, then lean forward so that your forehead is resting on the edge of the bed. Do not use your arms to support your weight. I want the weight of the clips pulling on your tits and on your cunt lips. Close your eyes and imagine Me behind you, My hands on your hips as I fuck your cunt... I want you to feel the way My stroking pulls the clips on your cunt lips. you stay just like that and imagine Me fucking you until I tell you otherwise."

"mmm, yes, Master."

I left her there for 3 or 4 or 5 minutes, saying nothing to her, just listening to her. she was making little sounds, little moans, little sighs, as I left here there to her thoughts.

Finally, I said "Sit back in your position NOW." When I heard her stop moving, I said "Listen closely. Here's what you're going to do.... Take the middle clips of the strip hanging from your tits, the middle 2 clothespins... stick out your tongue as far as you can, then put on clip on each side of the tip of your tongue, pushing it as far onto your tongue as you can. DO NOT HOLD BACK YOUR PAIN SOUNDS - THEY BELONG TO ME and I WANT THEM, understand?"

"yes, Master." although, the sound of fear was in her voice. "Therthe, on mytht tongthe, Matther."

"Now listen again, cunt. Starting with the first clips you put on your cunt lips, I want you to take every other one off, the 2nd and then the 4th, on each lip. Take them off -quickly-, do NOT pause in between. This will HURT and I want you to HURT, you know that, right?" "Yeth, Mahther, I know you wanht to hurht your thlut." "When I tell you, take them off, quickly then start rubbing your clit, your cunt and fucking yourself with your fingers. I WANT TO HEAR YOU CUM, NOW. UNDERSTAND? -NOW-. Do it, now..."

There were several seconds of the most wonderful, most rewarding shrieks, cries and moans as she took the 2 clothespins of of each pussy lip and the blood starting rushing back in and the nerves started screaming... then I could hear her rubbing her cunt with purpose, pushing to make herself cum, for Me, as quickly as possible. The cries of pain were soon replaced by moans as she fingered her cunt, played with her clit, imagined her Master watching her.

I could tell when she got close to cumming... When I figured she was within 5 or 10 seconds, I told her to "quickly now, take the 2 pins off your tongue, and continue playing with your cunt... I WANT TO HEAR YOU CUM, NOW!" she didn't miss a beat and I heard her cries of pain when the pins on her tongue came off.... but she was deep into almost cumming and she hardly missed a beat... I told her "Keep playing with your cunt and listen to Me, when I tell you, you will grab the strip of pins on your cunt and pull the rest of clips off in one quick pull, understand? you will continue masturbating until I hear you cum... DO NOT STOP... "... "oh g-d".... wait, wait, wait until I heard her moans reaching the point of desperation and she started to say "Master, may I cum, please...?" "No, not yet.. don't you cum until I say!"... "ohg-dohg-dohg-d, please Master?"

You know, there's something very rewarding about being both a Master and a Sadist. Especially when you have a -true- submissive and a true masochist. I knew she was -dying- to cum, right on the very edge but holding back until I gave permission. I knew, as did she (if she was thinking much right then) how much pulling those pins off her cunt lips would hurt... a LOT. she begged again, "oh Master, may i PLEASE cum?".... "yes, slut, CUM NOW!" she grew very quiet for a second, although I could still hear her moving her hand in her cunt... and then it started... "unn, uhnnn, uhnnnnnh, oh g-d, oh g-d... " and just as I figured she was almost to the top of that first cum, I said "Yank the pins off your cunt, NOW!"

I'm not sure she even registered what I said; I'm not sure she had many thoughts at that moment at all. What I do know is that the elapsed time from when I said "...NOW" until I heard the pins snapping and her screams starting in earnest couldn't have been one-half of a second... "snapsnapsnapsnap" and then the screams... the awesome, lovely, screams of agony first, as the pins slipped off her cunt lips, and all that pressure and feeling rushed back in, and her screams, SCREAMS as all that pain raced up her body from her cunt to her brain and then out in her screams... g-d, it was beautiful... and then her screams changed from pain to ecstasy as she started cumming... cumming, trying to ask permission even as she tried and failed to get the words out... she screamed and came and screamed and came... I don't know how many times or for how long... I'd guess 3 times and for maybe 15 seconds, give or take...

Oh, btw, I -love- being a sadistic, devious basterd.

Just as her screams turned to moans and started fading, I said, in a rather low voice (I wanted her to strain to hear Me), "pull the clips off your nipples, NOW...NOW". and she did, I heard a little whimper as she realized what I said and then SNAPSNAPOWWG-DOWWUNNHOWWWWWWWW, oh g-d, oh g-d, oh g-d.." and she came again.

she wasn't quiet, but she certainly wasn't talking... I sat and listened to her breathing, the small sighs and moans she was still letting out... listening to her breathing return to almost normal.... and the first thing she said was "thank you, Master".

I love My slut. Who wouldn't?

I love My cunt, My whore, My fucktoy.

Your cuff on Your property

My last post showed the bondage cuff that I bought for slutstacie to wear - a cuff that signifies and shows that she is Owned, the property of her Master. she loves wearing it, feeling the weight of it pulling at her wrist, loves the constant reminder that she is Owned. By Me.

My last post showed the catalog picture of the cuff she's wearing. Here's a picture of it on slustacie's wrist, along with the caption she put on it:

Your cuff on Your property

It's a beautiful thing... actually, both things are beautiful... slutstacie and My cuff on her.

My new toy

The most important news, from my perspective at least and from slutstacie's is that it's now official: slutstacie has given herself to Me as My property, My slut, My fucktoy. she is now an owned slut.

What does this mean? It's not complicated really. It means exactly what it sounds like: she is My property. I own her. she has given Me complete ownership of her body. I can do -anything- I want to her, with her that I wish. her holes are always immediately available for My use, whether I want to fuck them, put something in them or give them away for someone else to fuck. she obeys, immediately, because that's what her Master wishes. If I want to beat her, she will fetch My belt then bend over. If she's making dinner and I feel like I want her ass, she will bend over and wait for Me to take it. If she's working and I walk into her office, close her door (or not), sit on her desk in front of her and tell her to suck My cock, she will. she is My property, My slut, My whore, My fucktoy, My cunt, My sub, My chattel, My thing.

If I haven't mentioned it before, she is married, and not to Me. That is coming to an end. To commemorate and signify her submission and ownership, she will wear My collar. Because that's a little too much to explain away at this point (although We both -eagerly- await the time she kneels, extends her neck and wears My collar), we got her something else to wear. Here's a picture of it:

Tomorrow I should have pics of it on her wrist. Notice that this is not a bracelet; it is a cuff. To remove it requires an allen wrench and the removal of a set screw. she is now wearing My cuff 24 hours a day. At home with her husband, at work, on the weekends, when showering, when sleeping.

she belongs to -Me-.

There's NOTHING she won't do... for Me. her holes are immediately available at all times, at my whim. I can beat her at any time. Have her gangbanged, fucked, suck off every guy in the room. Immediate compliance. she's said herself that because her body belongs to Me, -of course- I can do whatever I want to her and with her and that pleasing Me is her purpose.

Who could ask for more than that?

Let the games begin...

things on our to do list

have i mentioned that i know this woman who's a world-class slut? not just your garden variety slut, mind you, but a true, all around slut. she's a slut, a cum slut, a slut for pussy, a pain slut, an ass slut.

she's fucked a couple hundred guys (probably 50 of which she has no idea of their names or who they are or even how it is that they were at one of her gangbangs), dozens of women, been gangbanged > 40 times, has been the party favor and the entertainment at everything from sunday afternoons with 6 guys watching sports to a roomful of 40 men and women, sucks cock in bars -at the bar-, been thrown out of a pool hall for being on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt.

yes, a world class slut. i love her! who wouldn't?

we we chatting, and came up with a very, very cool To-Do list...

Me: (14:11:09): (not as much as I'd like slurping up your cunt)

slutstacie: (14:12:35): mmm, yes :)

Me: (14:13:07): things I look forward to and wonder what they'll be like :

Me: (14:13:22): licking your cunt

Me: (14:13:35): licking your cunt after I've fucked it

Me: (14:13:50): licking your cunt after I've fucked it and cum in it

Me: (14:14:23): liking your cunt after other guy(s) have fucked it

Me: (14:14:48): licking your cunt after other guy(s) have fucked it and cum in it

slutstacie: (14:15:30): licking my cunt after beating me

slutstacie: (14:15:47): and, mmmm to all the others. and m2 baby

Me: (14:16:37): fisting your cunt and feeling your pussy juice all over my hand .... running down to your ass...

Me: (14:16:54): kissing your tears away

Me: (14:17:46): holding you until you stop crying, comforting you, letting you know you are loved, safe, cherished

Me: (14:18:40): licking your ass before I fuck it... again

Me: (14:21:05): putting bruises on your tits again .... this time, being ok to mark you ... and you knowing that that time, you will suffer (I'm telling you right now, love, that I will make you suffer, make you scream and cry, as I torture your nipples and tits.... I can't wait to see them covered with bruises)

slutstacie: (14:21:36): kissing my tears away...feeling my pussy juice all over your wrist and hand after fisting me... holidng me until i stop crying... licking my ass before fucking it again.... YES BABY. M2

i made the slut a promise today

I'll spend a long day (Saturday?), maybe the whole weekend, beating you. Severely. My goal being not just to please Myself (and you), but to try to completely cover your body with bruises. From your neck to your toes and down your arms to your wrists. To spend leisurely hours beating, whipping, hitting you -everywhere-. Pinching, slapping, spanking, hitting, whipping.

I will also be sure to make three other things sore, although not bruised. Roughly, viciously and at length fucking your throat. Fisting your cunt roughly, punching into it, making a fist and yanking it out of you. And your ass. I'll find things, big things, to force into your asshole to hurt you. Plus a rigorous fuck or six.

think what exquisite pain you'd be in, my love. Not just during the getting, but for days afterwards. Every part of you would be sore, bruised.

we can watch your marks bloom, check their progress every day, together.

own me. use me. beat me - hard. take me

for many people, Dom/sub or Master/slave is a fun little game that they sometimes play to spice things up, some "kinky" role play to liven up a vanilla sex life.

for others, it -is- life. slutstacie and i fall into that category. D/s, M/s, Owner/owned are not fun little things we do to get our jollies - it's what and who we are. we weren't always this way, although both of us had inklings of it throughout our lives. we discovered this side of ourselves together and now, it's no longer a "side of us"... it's who we are. not that being a Dom or a sub -defines- us, but it's part and parcel of who we are. I'm Dom, her Dom. there is no other way for it to be, no other way it could be. it's natural, it's right. she is sub, owned, slave (although we don't much care for that word) - it's who she is.

i enjoy hurting her, giving her pain, causing her pain. i enjoy using her body for my own amusement. at times, it's difficult to reconcile that with the more conventional me, seemingly at such odds. and yet, giving her pain, the pain she wants and needs, is truly an act of love. slutstacie -belongs- to me. she is my property. i own her. she has given me the gift of herself, her body and her complete submission. her body is my property. her mind is my property. note that i did NOT say her will - for she most certainly has a will of her own. i would not want her as a dishrag with no thoughts, no desires, no needs or ideas of her own. she is a strong, opinionated personality. she is deep and multifaceted and that very complexity is part of what i love about her. it's -because- she's deep and complex that i can take so much pleasure from probing her psyche, finding buttons to push, ways to touch her and push her.

she is a slut. she knows it, has always known it at some level but hasn't let the slut out until just the past couple of years. for us, "slut" has a completely different meaning than the perjorative, degrading connotation it commonly has. for us, slut is a compliment, an honorific, a one word description of a woman of such sexuality, such sexual appetite, such broad and deep interest in sex that her interest in sex and her sex drive far exceeds that of most men. there is literally NOTHING she will not do. okay, kids, animals and shit, but other than that, there's nothing that she would dismiss out of hand as being gross or ewww. she is a very, very sexual woman. part of her sexuality is also submissiveness. again, this is not meek, mousy personality. this is submission - she gives her body to another to use. she willingly, gladly, submits to the strength of another and gladly accepts whatever that person does to her. she accepts and embraces all that being a slut and being a submissive means. while still maintaining her strength of character and will, she also accepts that she is a fucktoy, a slut, a cunt, a whore, nothing more than holes to be fucked. she willingly and gladly accepts being passed around at a party for others to use her.

these can be difficult attitudes to accept all at once. she and i did not jump from the normal, vanilla world to where we are now in one step. we had to get here gradually, finding our way, gradually accepting that we were different than what society "expects" us to be. but being different is not a bad thing. in fact, accepting who we are at our very core has been a liberating, empowering thing. this is a theme i'm sure we'll touch on many more times. we both agree that who we are now, Dom and sub, Master and slave, Owner and owned, sadist and masochist are right, natural, perfectly in balance with the world. by not denying our own truths, we're freed from the stress of hiding it or knowing that something's not quite right.

i could no more go back to "making love" all the time or always asking "is this okay?", "did i hurt you" than i could change lead into gold. i fuck. her body is mine to use. i hurt her because she wants and needs it. i hurt her for no other reason than because i want to, because it's fun, because i -enjoy- hearing her sobs, seeing her cringe, making her cry. do i still make love and be concerned about her? of course. but i'm also, in my own way, making love to her when i slap her face, grab her hair, force her to bend over the back of the couch and then take her ass so hard and fast that she screams in pain. btw, she often cums when she's being severely beaten or taken.

likewise, she could not go back to a life of domestic sex, of monogamy, of insisting that she be treated with caution and tentativeness and such. she is a slut, she knows it and she knows, of her own volition, that her body is a sex toy and meant to be used for fucking. when she's being the party favor, her entire existence, her consciousness is focused on serving the desires of the men and women that are using her. her body is a vessel of pleasure and she works hard to make sure that -anyone- that wants -anything- from her or wants to do -anything- to her is satisfied. by doing so, she is satisfied. she wants to be treated as a slut, a whore, a fucktoy, a cunt, or as she says below, "holes to be fucked".

anyway, some of her words from a chat recently....

Me: (9:19:07): btw, we're in the bathroom.... and you should be on your knees (on this hard, cold tile) sucking my cock, draining the piss and then the cum from your Master's cock

slutstacie: (9:34:13): mmm, hard cold tile and double mmmmmm draining the piss and then the come from my Master's cock

slutstacie: (10:28:09): i want/need to be under Your hand and to be Your property, chained and wearing Your collar

slutstacie: (10:35:17): i want all things my Michael, my sadist, my giver of pain, my Owner wants me to have and wants to give to me

slutstacie: (11:17:04): Master?

Me: (11:17:15): :-) yes?

slutstacie: (11:17:36): i need You

slutstacie: (13:51:00): instead of calling Margaret, can't You call her to come in and watch You beat me? use me? take control of Your property and use her like the fucktoy, whore, cunt, slut, holes to fuck that she is?

Me: (13:51:26): yes, that would certainly be My preference

slutstacie: (13:52:19): mine too (not that it matters of course)

slutstacie: (13:53:24): Master? may i kneel down in front of You and suck Your cock? i need Your cock inside my mouth desperately, and Your hand on the back of my head as well

slutstacie: (13:53:39): please?

slutstacie: (13:54:53): Master, i wonder if You have any idea how much i really need U to hurt me. to use me, to be Your property and for U to fuck me, take me, use me, beat me, hurt me, as often and whenever, however You wish

slutstacie: (15:57:51): Master.... i need You

slutstacie: (15:58:50): Master....

Me: (15:59:02): y?

slutstacie: (15:59:20): i NEED You

slutstacie: (16:00:00): please, own me. use me. beat me - hard. take me

slutstacie: (16:02:46): g-d Master. Michael. i need you to take me, to own me. will you?

slutstacie: (16:03:18): i need to sob at Your hand

slutstacie: (16:08:44): Michael, i am so wet for You. just thinking about being owned by You, my (Your) cunt gets so wet

slutstacie: (16:10:52): mmm, Master's cock should be shoved down my throat right now

Me: (16:11:30): Yes. Then into your ass and back into your mouth

slutstacie: (16:12:25): yes Master, my ass and then mouth

slutstacie: (16:13:23): You know how to use Your cunt very well

sadist toys

i'm a pretty handy guy, sometimes. over the weekend i made some handmade craft items for slutstacie. no, we're not talking flower baskets and froofy crap. this is -useful- stuff.

we all know my slut -loves- pain. so i made her a matching set of 5 zip strips. a zip strip is a bunch of clothes pins on a string, a piece of twine. rough twine, of course.



so for these little devils, i put 20 each on a string about 30 inches long. each clothes pin was separated from its neighbor by about 1-1/2 inches. if you've never had a clothespin on you, or your nipple or other sensitive spots, don't think them childs' play. they have a deceivingly sharp bite. and here's the -really- cool thing :-D about clothespins (and clips and clamps and the like): they hurt like hell once they're on. and then the pain recedes a great deal (or you just get used to it). and then, for some time, you're just kind of aware of them. they will start to hurt again after a while... and then dull again... and then hurt again... (you can see where this is going, can't you?) the -real- pain comes when you take them off. even if you very gently remove a clip, it's as though someone was using pliers on you. for a sadist (that'd be me), it's wickedly delightful. for a masochist (that'd be slutstacie), it's wave after wave of delicious pain. screaming, sobbing, throbbing, crying pain. the kind she really, really loves. the kind she really, really needs.

now that little description, of course, was all about a single clip/clamp/clothespin. if you'll remember back earlier in our show, i said that i'd made 5 strings of 20 clothespins each, fairly closely spaced. so there are two "force multipliers" at work here. the first is the sheer number of clips and their closeness to each other. i made them the length i did for two reasons: 1) because 20 seemed like a good number, and b) because clipping on 30" of clothespins covers a "just right" amount of tender flesh... enough to start at the nipple, let's say, and wind around a tit 2 or 3 times. and another one on the other tit. from one knee up the thigh to that nice, fat pussy lip. and another on the other leg... and perhaps one lazily meandering around that soft, smooth, hitherto unmarked soft belly and then up between her tits. see? there is method to my madness!

i mentioned two force multipliers; multiple zip strips was one of them. can you guess the other? of course you can!!! remember how i said that even -very- carefully removing a clip that's been on for some time renders up a disproportionate amount of pain? take an end clip firmly in hand. and pull. pull slowly, so the clips get pulled off one after the other in slow motion... snapowwsnapOwwsnapOWwsnapOWWsnapSHITsnapOHG-DsnapSOBsnapsnapsnap.. until you're rewarded with a sub, a painslut, who's screaming in pain, sobbing, gasping, moaning... now -that's- something worth working for!

now, let's step it up just a notch.. fuck that "pull 'em off slow, one at a time" stuff... grab and end clip and just PULL!!!! snapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnapsnap HOLYFUCKOHG-DAHHHHHUHHHHFUUUUUCKKKK... mmmm .. music to my ears....

i'd been teasing the slut for a week or two by snapping a clothespin while we were talking on the phone. she loved the sound of it, even though she couldn't guess what it was. she also feared the sound of it because i told her that the gifts i was making for her would bring her much (beloved) pain. when i sent her the package, which included several other things, i'd packed it in such a way that she had to unpack it in the order i specified, yet she wouldn't be able to see the zip strips until the last second. so i'd taken a length of that sisal twine (the rough stuff that i used for the strips) and tied it to one end of one of the strips, then taped it to the top item in the box.

we opened the box together over the phone so i could tell her what to do. once she opened it, i had her touch the string and told her that at the other end of that string was the things i'd made for her; as well as a great deal of pain and something she'd both love and hate. she was squirming as we slowly opened and looked at all the other things in the package until finally there was only the last thing left, still hidden from her sight.

i told her to slowly pull that string until her gifts came into view. she was very hushed as i heard her pulling the string and then a gasp and "oh my g-d".

the sound of her voice alone made the whole thing worth it.

stay tuned... in our next episode the sadist (that'd be me) tells what he made the masochistic slut (that'd be slutstacie) do.

to herself.

The Fence, pt 2

once again i stand directly in front of you, almost touching you. eye to eye, so close we can't even focus, yet gaze locked. as we stand there, i lightly pull my fingertips up your sides, touching your breasts then cupping and caressing them lightly before pinching the nipples lightly. a slight moan escapes your lips as the pleasure begins to flow from your nipples into your brain, into your stomach, into your pussy. i continue squeezing and teasing your nipples until i see your eyes begin to close. anticipating your reaction, and wanting to be able to see it fully, i take a step back. watching your face closely, i pinch both nipples very, very hard; almost too hard i think to my self. your eyes fly open, you jerk your head back, your body tenses and your breath is a ragged gasp. holding the pressure, mercilessly squeezing your nipples, i listen to you moan between gasps, watch as your eyes water and enjoy your struggle as you try futilely to move away. when finally i release the pressure, your body relaxes and the low moan you escaping your throat conveys the pain you felt; still feel as your nipples relax.

just as the residual intensity resides i begin softly rubbing your tits and nipples again. Teasingly soft and gentle, lightly tracing around the throbbing nipple, urging it hard again. caressing the soft curve of your tits as they merge into your flat stomach, sliding my hands down to then around your waist. as my hands go around your waist, i suddenly pull your body toward me. your body moves the few inches to me but doing so only tightens the collars' grip on your neck. as you feel the choke of your collar i cover your mouth with mine, pushing my tongue into your mouth, kissing you hard. you hesitate then respond, fully, despite the insistent pressure around your throat. our tongues tangle, seek, lick, i suck on yours, you bite mine, our lips mashed together. Then i pull away; your mouth still open, you look at me questioningly. when your lips close, i come close to your face and gently lick and kiss your lips.

as my lips caress yours, i unbutton your blouse. as our kiss ends i pull it open, exposing your tits and body for anyone to see who might wander by. i undo your jeans and slide them down your legs, followed by your skimpy thong. kissing my way down your leg i then lift your feet out of your pants. the jeans i leave lying but i keep your thong in my hand. silently i stand and observe you, drink in the picture of you helpless, scared, aroused. i gently lick and suck one tit while idly running my hand across your stomach, down to your hip, your pelvis, gradually tracing closer and closer to your clit and pussy. everytime you try to move your pussy under my hand i move it away and bite on your tit, but you continue; i'm sure you're trying to get me to bite you harder, attempting, perhaps unknowingly, to bring more of the pleasure/pain you enjoy so much.

after lingering near your pussy for sometime i finally slide a finger down over your clit, between your lips and roughly into your cunt. at the same time, i bite your neck hard, just at the juncture of neck and shoulder. you grimace and moan at the same time, enjoying yet fearful of your enjoyment of the pain. your cunt is dripping wet, soaking my fingers. i push two fingers into you wetting them completely, then force them into your mouth. as your tongue searches for the taste of pussy, i'm fingering you with my other hand, again harshly, then alternately lightly rubbing your clit. finally, using your thong, i wipe your pussy and thighs, soaking it. wadding the material, carefully wrapping the straps inside, i lift it to my nose, reveling in the smell of you. you're watching me closely, wondering if i'll be pleased, remembering once before when i was not. you suffered my displeasure then and enjoyed every minute of it. but today i am pleased - the smell of your cunt is musky, erotic, delicious. when i smile at you, you open your mouth to speak and i push the material into your mouth. effectively gagging you i close your mouth, some material still showing and tell you not to release it. i gently push the hair back from your face, pulling a strand from your mouth before grabbing a handful of hair on each side of your head and pulling your head toward me, roughly, until your collar is biting deep into your throat, uncomfortably deeply, i'm sure. looking straight into your eyes and making sure that i'm pulling your hair and continuing to pull you against the collar i speak. "stacie, are you scared?" you feebly shake your head. i pull your hair harder and say to you "you're lying. i see it in your eyes. if you lie to me again, your punishment will be very severe. Understand? I ask you again - stacie, are you scared?" when you nod i release your hair, allowing you to move back against the fence, relieving the choking of the leather strap.

leaning in close to your ear again i whisper "stacie... i have plans for you tonight. tonight you will be tested, pushed and tested again." i give you a soft kiss on your jaw. "tonight, love, you will beg for me to stop. you will feel as if you cannot take anymore punishment. you'll plead with me to stop, cry for me to relieve your pain. and in the next breath, with the wave of your next orgasm building and rolling through you, you'll beg me not to stop; please don't stop." i kiss my way to your face then look into your eyes. i've never seen a woman so capable, so accepting of the play that we share. in your eyes i see fear, true fear. i see anticipation of the pain you know you will soon feel. i see anticipation of the ecstacy when your pain crosses the line and becomes pleasure, almost unbearable pleasure. I see your lust, flaring, waiting, eager to get started. Then i see something else - the acceptance, the pleasure, the serenity, the love, the surrender of giving yourself to me so completely, the knowlege that you belong to me, body and soul. I kiss you on the face and step back.

after unbuckling my belt i slowly pull it loose from my pants. it's a leather belt, of course, about 1-1/2 inches wide. not soft but not stiff either. tan and well worn. you are familiar with this belt. i idly play with it in my hands, holding the buckle and wrapping a loop or two around my hand, waving it in front of you. i double it over. holding it in one hand, i slap your thigh - a loud smack and a jump from you. i slap your stomach with it, slightly harder. then i push the looped end against your cheek, your eyes wide. i move the leather down your face, your throat, your chest, letting your skin have a taste of it. down to your pussy, soaking wet again. i part your pussy lips with one hand and, laying the leather flat against your cunt, pull it past your pussy, wetting most of the belt in doing so. satisfied with how wet your cunt is, i lift the belt to my nose, smelling it, enjoying the mingled aroma of leather and pussy. i hold the belt up to your nose as well; actually pressing it hard against your nose, making sure you smell it and feel it.

placing the end through the buckle i form a loop. i slip the loop over your head, covering your eyes. i pull it snug - not tight, but tight enough that it'll stay put, and secure the end. the strap doesn't completely obsure your vision - you can see a sliver of sky above the strap and a sliver of earth below it. not complete, but very effective.

the thought that occurs to me as i step back and take in the scene is that you're ready. Ready and oh so beautiful. you look so natural there, bound, gagged, blindfolded, nearly naked, exposed and vulnerable. My cock aches at the sight. I kiss you on the lips, pushing the last bit of material into your mouth, then trail my fingertips from your mouth, down your throat, around your tits, across and back across your stomach to your clit and finally your pussy. "stacie, you look wonderful. so helpless. I'm going to leave now, but i'll be back before too long. i don't think anyone will happen along while i'm gone. but if they do, i've left a note here next to you that says 'Please fuck me then leave'."

as you hear me walking away i say "bye love... see you soon. wait for me, okay?"

The Fence, pt 1

against the backstop; arms out, hands cuffed.

my lips are on your neck; my cock, hard, pressing into your stomach. my hands trace lightly down your sides, occasionally brushing your tits. when both hands reach your nipples, i let them stop, lightly rubbing your nipples, hard beneath your blouse. i lean back, off your body, my legs slightly between yours and i look straight into your eyes. those eyes! dark, deep, full of passion, lust, and yes, fear. you -are- scared, aren't you? but not for your safety. you know, beyond all doubt that i will not harm you in any way. what i will do for you, stacie my love, is to push you, hard. with a soft gentle touch i want to slide your body deliciously into the territory of erotic pleasure. once you've surrendered to that, once you're wallowing in the feelings of sex in your body, i intend to slap you out of your reverie and drag you across the line that separates pleasure from pain. yes stacie, you will feel pain. delicious pain.

pain that you can't get enough of. that pain that starts as a white flash in your brain, a gasp in your throat and a catch in your breath... yet before you know it, it's no longer pain, is it? you no longer want it to stop - in fact you will plead for it not to stop, won't you? do you know the pleasure/pain/pleasure i'm talking about stacie? it's the feelings that you get when you allow your erotic brain to run free late at night, when your inhibitions are the lowest, when you are completely aware of your body, when you let the deep dark longings out.

you fear it don't you? and yet you welcome it. stacie, my love.. my lovely... when you surrender yourself to me, you secretly hope for just this pain, don't you? you -want- me to push you to the very edge of what you can stand. you -want- to feel helpless, powerless, completely dominated by me. why is it? is it because you like the pain, the intensity, and you would be happy to allow any man to do the same to you? answer me honestly - we both know the answer. you would NOT allow anyone else, anyone, the same control, the same power over you, would you? say it stacie - think it all the time - tell it to me now, in your words.... give yourself to me, completely, describe for me the limits ofyour passion (there are none, are there?), tell me the limits of what you will allow me to do to you (no limits, are there?), tell me what i'm not allowed to do - there's nothing is there, love? you know, as do i, that you submit willingly, gladly to whatever i have in store for you. Say it now stacie - feel it, observe your submission to me; revel in it. you give me yourself in lust; indescribeable lust. but you trust me because of our love. think lover - it's intoxicating, is it not?!? exhilarating! exquisitely comforting yet so seemingly impossible.

you're aware now of my fingers tracing circles around your nipples, standing painfully hard and erect. the lightness, the tenderness of my touch inflames you, doesn't it? you're enjoying my touch, loving the tender attention i'm giving your tits. and then - gasping for breath! the white flash, blinding, constricting your vision, dimming your hearing, but every cell in your body screams as i pinch, HARD, both nipples at the same time. you breath comes in tortured gasps, your vision slowly clears and you can begin again to see me through the white haze. your mind can only slowly begin to comprehend, focus on the sharp pain in your nipples. but it's not pain, is it? you're pushing your pussy out to me, rubbing against me. your mouth strains to reach me and your hands pull against your cuffs. but you're no longer hurting are you? already you're pulsing, flashing with pleasure, wanting to extend the feeling.

then suddenly, nothing... i'm no longer touching you at all. when you realize it, your eyes seek me out.. why! WHY! they scream - no, more! don't stop, please.. you start to speak to me, pleading. that doesn't last long, because my hand wrapped around your throat makes it very difficult to breathe, much less scream, doesn't it?

i love the way lust and fear mix in your eyes. The fear from the firm grip i have on your throat, the lust from your own knowlege that we've just begun and that before we finish, you'll cum several times.

I slide my hand up so my fingers are along the bottom of your jaw, push a little harder against your throat and tighten my grip just a bit. Not a lot but enough that you notice it and glance at me questioningly. With my free hand I roughly rub your cunt through your jeans. I can feel your heat through them and know that your pussy and your thong are both wet. Not breaking our glance, I lean into you drawing my face closer and closer to you then moving my lips against your ear. As i do so, i reluctantly pull my hand from your crotch, grasp the fence right at your hip and pull myself up against you, hard, rubbing the bulge of my cock against your pussy. in a deep, barely audible voice i speak to you. i'm sure you don't even hear the first few words i whisper in your ear; you're listening to, focused on my voice. You know this voice stacie. this voice chills you; yet it starts the glow in your stomach, you pussy. you know this voice stacie - it's the one that scares you because you hear in it the determination to push you, to test your limits, your submission to me. you know it because you're always, we're always exhausted and happy when we finish.

when you finally hear the words i'm saying i feel your body stiffen. my lips brushing your ear, the tip of my tongue just touching your temple, my hand squeezing tighter on your throat, i whisper "... fucked stacie. are you ready? i'm going to use you, fuck you. stacie, you will whimper and cry in pain and plead with me not to stop. your mouth, your cunt, your ass will all be mine. do you understand?" I feel you nod your head slowly. "stacie, i give you one chance; right now, if you choose you can go free. but you won't, even though you can, will you? you need me to have you. you want to give yourself to me, don't you?" a moment of silence. then, barely audible but with utter clarity and understanding, you whisper "yes; i'm yours to use."

as the last word leaves your lips, i bite your neck, hard; hard! you jolt and try to pull away but can't. as you gasp, i stop, releasing the flesh from between my teeth, removing my hand from your throat, stepping back so we're not touching at all. when you open your eyes, i'm holding both hands out to you, holding in them a leather strap, a collar about an inch wide, soft and flexible in my hands, the buckle gleaming in the moonlight. I put the collar around your throat, pushing each end of the strap through the fence. I walk behind the fence, standing behind you. you feel the collar move as i grasp it, but just hold it. for several long moments i'm still, letting your imagination run wild.

after several long moments, i begin to very slowly pull the collar tighter around your throat. you don't notice at first, but it doesn't take long until you do. when the leather strap is tight enough that it's visibly tight on your skin, i buckle it, securing you to the fence.

walking back to stand in front of you i take in the sight. you are such a sight. as beautiful as you normally are, your predicament now adds such a powerful impact. Your arms straight out from your sides, the handcuffs shining in the dark. Your hair slightly disarrayed, a few strands waving in the light breeze, partly in front of your face on one side, cascading across your shoulders. the collar around your neck, brown against your skin, a line of discipline laid across willing flesh, provides the most powerful contrast. the _expression on your face is so... alluring. at once you display fear, submission, acceptance, anticipation, desire. Your breasts too betray your arousal, your nipples hard and plainly visible pressing against your blouse.