Merry Christmas To My Readers!

My Mistress and I would like to wish a very merry Christmas to all my readers who celebrate it and  Happy Holidays to those who don’t.  We hope you enjoy your day tomorrow.  Have a fun and kinky weekend!  I thought I’d share something red.  After all…it IS the season!

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Thank you for following and reading my blog. I appreciate every one of you.  I appreciate all the likes and comments.

I never thought when I started what I thought was going to be a simple spanking blog that it would turn into something of a slave journal.  I’m sure I’ll have lots more to share in 2015 so I hope you’ll stick around.  After all, you wouldn’t want to leave me talking to myself….would you? 

All Tied Up!

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So last night we finally had a good session with our new bondage set.  It’s basically a set of straps with hooks on that can be connected together.  They are pretty strong and can secure you well.  To start with there are a set of padded wrist cuffs and a set of ankle cuffs.  You put those on and build from there.  The second picture above was Mistress’s first experiment using all the pieces.  I was tied pretty thoroughly and could hardly move.  It felt amazing.  But it was hardly practical as all the vital areas are pretty much inaccessible.  Still it felt amazing to be trussed up like that.

After about twenty minutes Mistress released me and we took a shower together, before returning to the bedroom and carrying on where we left off.  Mistress reattached the wrist and ankle cuffs then connected the two sets.  Then She put a strap around my body and connected that.  I could hardly move.  Of course She zeroed in on my nipples.  Does anyone else find their nipples are much more sensitive when you are tied up and helpless?  Mine are extremely sensitive at the best of times.  But last night I could hardly bear to have them touched at all.  Naturally that didn’t stop Mistress.  She loves to torment me!  She lightly bit them, sucked them, raked Her nails across them.  I get shivery now just thinking about it.  Then She spent some time caressing my body, before moving on to my balls and my cock.  She sucked me for a while, which was amazing!  She flickered Her tongue all over the head, which drives me out of my mind!  She wouldn’t let me cum though.  Not yet, anyway.

After a while Mistress wanted some attention of Her own, which of course is Her right!  So She untied me and I went down on Her until She had one of the hardest orgasms She has had in a while.  I love to lick Her pussy and She is always noisily appreciative of my efforts!  Then She allowed me to make love to Her.  I came a lot!  My orgasms always seem so much stronger and more copious when we have a BDSM session.  I always feel that pressure building long before I actually cum.  I know a few of my followers are into chastity, but that’s not our thing.  Mistress does like to tease and deny and sometimes She will take Her pleasure from me without letting me have my release.  But She does also let me have my share of orgasms. 

Mistress is already planning future sessions with our new toy.  She’s going to tie me to a chair and beat me.  She’s also going to tie me up as we watch television together from time to time.  Our new purchase seems like a pretty good investment!

Name Your Fetishes

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I saw the Name Your Fetishes pic above floating around on Google+ and couldn’t resist having fun with it. After all, what a fun way to let people know the kinky things I like!

So here are mine.

Hmmm..

Spanking.
Submission.
FemDom.
Spanking.
Nudity.
Exhibitionism.
Butt plugs.
Ass worship.
Spanking.
Pussy worship.
Having no control.
Bondage.
More spanking.
Masturbation.
Being watched.
Yet more spanking.

Just off the top of my head! 😉

Am I kinky enough?

So, what about you?  What turns you on?

A Kinky Sunday afternoon

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Mistress and I just had a sexy experience I wanted to share.  We’ve had a lot of stress in our lives lately so kink has had to take a back seat.  This afternoon we were lying naked on the bed and cuddling.  Mistress decided She wanted to cane me.  So I took 9 hard strokes of the cane that had me hopping about.

We have a product that is similar to Ben Gay or Icy Hot.  As Mistress has a cruel streak She decided to spread this stuff all over my ass cheeks.  Then She spanked me with the short handled bath brush.  This had me squirming all over Her lap.  As if that wasn’t enough torture She then spread my cheeks and smeared some of this stuff on my asshole.  Almost immediately a burning sensation began in that region.  I’m not sure if it was as bad as using ginger, as that is something I haven’t experienced.  But I really felt it.  It went on for at least 10 minutes before the burning sensation eased.  Then as an encore, Mistress made me lie on my back and She spread some of the stuff on my nipples.  I swear I have the most sensitive nipples!  I can only stand them being touched when I’m horny.  Otherwise they’re too ticklish.  At first I felt nothing.  Then it began to feel as if someone was lightly teasing my nipples with fingertips.  My whole body kept lightly jerking and it felt like little shocks going through me.  It felt amazing.  Mistress now has something else to torture me with.  But what sweet torture.  Of course after all this I was incredibly horny.  My cock was achingly hard and I had to beg Mistress to let me cum.  A couple of mutual orgasms later, we were both extremely happy.  It looks like our D/s lifestyle is getting back on track!  And at last  have something to blog about!

Submission Is In My Soul!

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Submission is in my soul.  Even when life gets in the way, even when our D/s lifestyle has to be put to one side due to outside pressures and stresses, I can still slip back into my role when the time comes to take my place as Her slave once more.  It’s as easy as slipping into a coat.  This part of me that will not be denied.  This is the reason I haven’t posted on here in a long while.  But Mistress has put me back in my place.

We’ve had a very stressful family situation that has taken a lot of our time and energy the past several months.  The situation is now over and I can resume my position kneeling at the feet of my Mistress.  But this has made me realize one thing.  Being a slave isn’t just a role.  Just something I do.  Being a slave is everything to me.  It’s as essential as breathing.  So hopefully I’ll have more to blog about very soon. 

Even though we put the lifestyle on hold I’ve still enjoyed serving Mistress in various ways as and when time permitted.  The lifestyle might have been put on hold but my feelings weren’t.  As I said a slave is what I am.  Everything I do reflects that.  So I’m finally back.  Did you miss me?

Living The Dream

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So we’ve gotten into a routine now where every day Mistress gives me nine strokes with the cane.  Just because She can.  I’m certainly not going to complain.  I have to bend over the bed and She lays on the nine strokes fairly hard.  It’s a great way for Her to remind me of my place.  The other day She substituted the paddle for the cane. 

This partly came about after a conversation we had the other day about keeping the relationship going 24/7.  Communication is always key to a relationship like ours.  So we talk out any issues we may have.  I sometimes have difficulty maintaining my slave attitude all the time.  It can cause some tension.  So we came up with some ideas on how we can improve things.  The daily spanking is one such idea.  I like getting little reminders of my place.  For instance, I love when Mistress grabs my collar, pulls me close and tells me I belong to Her.  I get such a delightful shiver down my spine when She does that.  Or when She grabs my cock or an ass cheek and says “this belongs to me.”  Words can have a powerful effect when used right.

We also started to bring the butt plug into play more.  For instance, the other day we had to drive to the city to a relatives apartment, that we’re sorting out while he’s in hospital.  I had the plug in my ass the whole drive there -it’s about an hours drive- then we did our laundry there, all the while I still had the plug in my ass.  To be honest, it’s not very comfortable to wear, but there’s something about Mistress putting it in me and making me keep it in until She’s ready for it to come out that just makes me so submissive.  It’s without doubt one of the most effective tools in Her arsenal…so to speak! 😉

I like sitting on a cushion on the floor by Her feet as we watch television.  She strokes my hair or caresses my back.  It’s just so damn nice.  Living this lifestyle, I feel like I’m living the dream.  I think this is what I’ve wanted most of my life and I know I’m so lucky to have a woman who understands me so well and can give me everything I need.  I do my best to be a good slave and satisfy all Her needs too.  All in all, this relationship is working beautifully.

We’ve also gotten into tease and denial and orgasm control.  Mistress is very good at teasing me.  I love when She uses me sexually.  I never know if I’m going to get my release, but that’s okay because to be honest I’m focussed on satisfying Her sexual needs.  I seem to be doing a pretty good job on that if I do say so myself. <grin>  We actually had a very satisfying experience tonight.  I made Mistress cum four times with my tongue.  And tonight I did get my release.  I don’t know why, but when we have a D/s session I have the sort of orgasms I used to have when I was twenty.  This lifestyle is certainly agreeing with us!

Awakenings. Part one

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Jennifer’s eyes widened when the door opened to reveal Robert, dressed to kill in a very sharp evening suit. A tingle rippled through her body as she drank him in.

          “Exactly on time.  Just what I like to see.  Come on in, Jennifer.”  He pecked her on her cheek as she passed him, then delivered a playful swat on her skirt covered bottom, that felt just a little sharper than she would have liked.  He took her coat before showing her through to the living room.

          Judging from the roaring fireplace and the candles on the table, he was going all out to impress her tonight. It was working.  She’d been promised a memorable fifth date and he seemed intent on delivering. 

           Robert poured two generous helpings of brandy and handed a glass to her.  She studied him as she took a large gulp, choking a little.  Wow, it was strong.  Robert looked so handsome in that suit she could just eat him up with a spoon.  Maybe later…

           He led her to the sofa next to the fire and pushed her gently, but firmly, down.  He sat next to her.  Jennifer took one more gulp of her drink, before Robert took her glass away and placed it on a small square table next to the arm of the sofa.  He leaned in and kissed her, a quick peck at first, before sinking into a long lingering kiss that whispered promises of what was to come.  Jennifer responded to that kiss in a way she never had before.  She moaned into his mouth, feeling a spark in her clit.  God, he was good.  He finally pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.  He studied her face, then smiled, clearly seeing the effect he was having on her.

          “That was…” Jennifer gasped for breath. “…amazing.”

          “That was merely the appetizer,” he smiled.  He stood up.  “I’m sorry my darling, I have to go check on dinner.  I’ll be right back.”  He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Jennifer to try to compose herself.

           They shared a delicious dinner.  Shrimp cocktail to start, followed by the most delicious lasagna Jennifer had ever tasted.  She kept sneaking glances at him.  Robert was full of surprises tonight.  She shivered as she thought about what might come later.  For dessert, Robert brought out a truly decadent chocolate mousse.  He served it with coffee.  By this time Jennifer had consumed three, or was it four, glasses of wine with her brandy.  She felt totally relaxed and ready for whatever might follow their meal. 

           Robert cleared the final dishes away before taking Jennifer’s arm and leading her back to the living room.  But instead of taking her to the sofa, he made her stand in the middle of the room.  Then he proceeded to walk all around her, studying her intently from all angles.  Jennifer shivered, despite the warmth of the nearby fireplace.  Something in Robert had changed.  Something in his eyes as he looked at her.

           “Robert?  What’s going on?”  For some reason she couldn’t meet his candid gaze.

           He finally stopped in front of her, his body just inches from hers.  “Jennifer, I promised you a night you will never forget.  I intend to keep that promise.  But first, there’s something we must discuss.”

           Oh God, he’s married.  For some reason as soon as that thought entered her head she felt it must be true.  She couldn’t hold it in.  “You’re going to tell me you’re married, aren’t you?”

           Robert looked startled.  “What?  No!  Of course not.  Wherever did you get that idea?”

           “Well, when a man is going to fuck a woman and he says he has something to tell her, that’s usually what it is.  At least, so I’ve heard.”  She blushed, feeling foolish. 

           “Well, even usually isn’t always.  And, no.  I’m not married.  For the record.  But there is something you should know about me.  I have certain needs…”

           She raised an eyebrow.  “Needs?”

           “Yes, needs.”  Annoyance crept into his voice.  “Please do not interrupt me until I’ve explained.”

           Jennifer’s lips tightened in response to the sharpness of his tone.

           Robert sighed.  This wasn’t going as smoothly as he’d hoped.  “Let me explain.  I have a particularly dominant personality.  So I’m looking for a certain type of woman.  A woman who is a…”

           “Doormat?”  Jennifer regretted the word as soon as it had left her mouth.  But she couldn’t take it back.  She saw the anger in his eyes, and a cold knot of fear rippled down her back.  Robert’s whole demeanor had changed.  Jennifer wasn’t sure how she was supposed to respond.   

           “Doormat?  No!”  His eyes blazed in anger.  “Never a doormat.  If that’s what you think, then you can leave now.”

           Jennifer flushed.  She stared at the floor, unable to meet his accusing stare.  How was she supposed to respond to this?  She was totally out of her depth, and sinking fast.  “I’m sorry.  That was…thoughtless.  I don’t know where it came from.  Please go on.”

           Robert took a moment to compose himself.  “I’m talking about a submissive woman.  That’s who I’m looking for.  Never a doormat.  A woman who will give her submission to me willingly and fully.”

           Jennifer looked up, meeting his challenging stare.  “What does this have to do with me?”

           “Oh, Jen. I saw it in you the moment I first laid eyes on you.”  He reached up to caress her cheek.  She didn’t lean to him, but she didn’t pull away either.  The truth was something had stirred in her when he’d first used the word submissive.  Something unconscious, almost primal.  Something she almost recognized.  But she wanted him to say it.  He smiled now.  “I see it in the way you look at me.  In the way you move.  You have so much strength in you.  But you also have such a strong desire to yield.  There is strength in submission.  You have an abundance of both.”

           Tears sprang to her eyes.  Somehow she knew he was right.  Looking back, she’d always gone along with the wishes of the men she’d dated before, so eager to please.  Instead, they had always ended up trampling all over her emotions, treating her like a…. doormat.  Now she understood her instinctive reaction to his talk of domination.  Yet here was this man, who admitted to needing control, asking her to trust in him to be different from all the others.  Could she do it?  Could she trust him to show her how wonderful true submission could be?  To risk everything in the hopes that this time she would get a different outcome?  She studied him, trying to read from his expression whether he would prove to be reliable, true to his word.  Or would he break her heart like all the others, leave her like a broken toy, all used up.  “I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know the first thing about being a submissive.”

           He took her hand in his.  “Then let me show you.  Let me train you.   What do you know about the BDSM world?”

           “BDSM?  Not much I guess.  Is it like the Shades of Grey books?”

           His lips quirked.  “Shades of Grey?  Well, something like that.  I guess.  Although, Shades of Grey could be described as the Mary Poppins of the D/s world.  It’s for kids.  I’m talking about the real thing.  Deeper.  Darker.  And a hell of a lot more satisfying.  What I’m talking about is your total submission to my will.  Physically.  Mentally.  Emotionally.  Sexually.  Just take my hand and let me show you the way.”

           Jennifer looked down, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze any more.  Her pulse raced.  This was it.  Somehow, she knew if she said no now, he would not give her a second chance.  Just go for it.  She looked up at him and nodded once.  “So, what happens now?”

           “Now, we make love.  I’ve opened you up to a new world.  We’ll take the first step tomorrow.  Tonight we make love as boyfriend and girlfriend.  Tomorrow, you become my slave.”

           Jennifer smiled.  At least for tonight she was on familiar ground.  She was no stranger to sex.  She would worry about all the other stuff tomorrow.  He took her hand in his and led her to the bedroom.

Happy New Year

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I’d like to wish all my followers a very Happy New year!  And a happy red rear to all those naughty (and good) subs and brats who deserve it. 

So, raises your glasses, and your asses, and get ready to cheer in the new year.

I for one am looking forward to continuing my ongoing relationship with my Mistress, and learning to be a better slave in the weeks and months ahead.  I guess that’s my new years resolution.  One of them, anyway.  Do you have any resolutions? 

Collared And Caned

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Mistress and I came home yesterday after a wonderful week away in Williamsburg, Virginia.We’ve had a lot of stress in our lives for several months and we needed a break.  We stayed in a wonderful villa, with a beautiful fake fireplace and a spare bedroom that we put to suitably kinky use!  A couple of days into our break Mistress made a really nice collar for me to wear. We’d been talking about me wearing Her collar for a while.  She puts it on me every morning and She takes it off me every night.  I’m not allowed to touch it.  I love to wear it because it symbolises Her dominance over me and Her ownership of me.  Wearing this collar is also a constant reminder of my place in our relationship.  The fact Mistress made this Herself makes it mean more to me than any bought collar ever could.  I wear it with pride and with joy in my heart.

The spare bedroom had an ottoman that we made excellent use of.  Mistress made me lie over it and tied me down as She caned me.  I love to be tied down.  I love that helpless feeling you get as you lie in position awaiting a long hard spanking.  Nothing makes you feel more vulnerable than that.  I’m sure bondage will play a big part in our future play sessions and especially in any punishments I may incur.

Our last night in the villa was easily the most memorable.  I guess we wanted to give ourselves something to really remember. Mistress made me lie on my back on the bed with my eyes closed.  I was sternly warned not to open them for any reason.  She first made me draw my knees up to my chest.  I obeyed Her, wondering what She was going to do first.  I felt something cold against my anus and then something slid right in.  I knew right away it was our butt plug.  It’s something I only recently bought and we’d only used it twice before this moment.  It’s such a delicious feeling when this plug slides smoothly into my ass. It’s a small thin plug, which is fine with me!  I would definitely enjoy more of this.

Once the plug was firmly in place, Mistress let me lower my legs again.  I heard Her leave the room.  She came back moments later.  The next thing I knew something extremely cold was placed right on my left nipple.  It took all my willpower not to open my eyes.  Mistress spent several minutes torturing me with icecubes.  I have sensitive nipples and it was all I could do not to squirm and try to wriggle away!  She tortured my nipples for a while before sliding the ice down my stomach and between my spread legs.      She teased the ice all over my balls and my cock, then made me draw my knees up again and She slid the ice all over my ass cheeks and along the crack.  I’m sure if the plug wasn’t in place She’d have slipped a piece of the ice right up my butt!  I wouldn’t bet against Her doing that in future.  Mistress usually reads my blogs so when She reads this I’m sure She’ll store it in Her memory…

When Mistress had ensured I was nice and cold and shivery (bear in mind it’s mid November so although we had heating on, the room still had a little coolness), Mistress proceeded to warm me back up with the flogger.  We have a nice heavy flogger and She has become quite expert at flicking it at my sensitive parts and really getting me going with it.  She trailed the fronds over my cock and my balls, really getting me hard.  Then She had me turn over.  She flogged my back, my thighs, my bottom.  I love the feel of that flogger.  .

Finally Mistress let me up and tied me down over the ottoman for my caning.  She told me I was going to get twenty four hard strokes.  This scared me a little as I hadn’t taken so much before while tied down.  But I love being totally helpless.  That total lack of control is such a heady experience.  The first few strokes were the worst, as they usually are.  Mistress gave me all twenty four strokes, all well spaced out and all very stingy.  I know my eyes were wet at the end, although I didn’t cry.  I took twenty four hard strokes.  They stung so bad but I still wanted more.  I love the way the cane feels, that initial impact before that brutal sting just burns through your skin.  The photo above of my bottom was taken after all twenty four strokes had been given.  And all the while, my butt plug was still frimly inserted. giving me another new experience.  I’ve never been spanked before with a plug in my bottom.  It certainly added to an incredible experience.  After this, Mistress untied me, hugged me and then made me go down on Her until She was satisfied.  Judging by Her reaction I think I did a pretty good job! 😉  And I was such a good slave, She allowed me to cum.  With the butt plug still inserted.  Yet another first.  All in all it was a fantastic session and I’m sure we’ll be adding to it soon.  Which will give me more to blog about!

So I’m sitting here typing this, naked apart from my collar.  I wear it with pride.  I adore my Mistress and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Her. 

 

Fifteen Things About Me

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I *ahem* “borrowed” this idea from DominaJen, who has shared some personal details about herself.  It looked like fun so I thought I’d give it a go.

So here are fifteen things you might not know about me.

1. I’m something of an exhibitionist.  Okay, you might have figured that one out as I keep sharing pics of my ass on my blogs.  But in case you didn’t get it, I am.  I used to love going to fet clubs and play parties in my free and single days.  Now I’m happily married I don’t get to go to the fet scene any more.  But that’s ok because I have a wonderful Mistress in my Wife.

2. I’ve only recently gotten into the BDSM scene.  Although I’ve been a spanko since I was sixteen, for most of that time I was only into spanking.  Mistress and I started our Mistress/slave lifestyle a few months ago and we’ve become so much closer through it.  I love our lifestyle and wouldn’t swap it for anything!

3. I’m a huge Doctor Who fan.  For those that don’t know what that is, it’s a long running British sci fi show that’s celebrating its 50th year this year.  I’ve been a fan since I was sixteen.  I’m a bit obsessive about the show.  Tom Baker (the 4th Doctor) is my favourite.  If you don’t know the show then you’ll be wondering what I mean.  Hint: the clue is in the age of the show. It’d be a unique actor who could play the same role for fifty years.  So it has a bit of a James Bond thing going in that several different actors have played the title role. Only, unlike James Bond, they have a really cool way to explain the MC’s ever changing face!

4. I’m starting to get into classical music.  Maybe it’s something to do with my age but I find it very relaxing to listen to.

5. I’m a Brit living in America.  I moved to New York in 2005 from London, England.  So I’ve swapped one big city for another.

6. I like butt plugs.  I’ve just started experimenting with them really.  I bought one a few weeks ago.  I love when Mistress puts it in me.

7. I love movies.  Especially escapism movies.  Among my favourites are the Star Wars trilogy, the Indiana Jones movies, the Back To The Future movies, the Terminator movies, Jaws, etc yadda yadda.  Basically too many to mention.

8. I love the 80’s!  Probably because those were my formative years. The movies were better, the music was better, television was better.  Which leads me neatly onto…

9. I hate reality television. No, make that I loathe them.  Actually a word hasn’t been invented yet to show how much I despise them. They’re annoying. They’re stupid. There are just too damn many of them! Ok, I will admit I like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures, though I enjoy them for entertainment value only.  I’ve always been fascinated by the paranormal but I know enough about television networks to know they’re all about ratings so they probably wouldn’t be above faking stuff to keep their ratings up.  But ALL other reality shows SUCK!

10. I’ve always been fascinated by ghosts and the paranormal.  I even used to belong to a spiritualist church.

11. I love to travel.  I’ve enjoyed visiting several places in America, including Vegas, Florida, LA, Virginia and a few others.

12. I have a thing for Colorado.  I don’t know what it is.  I want to visit the state one day.  I had a CB radio when I was a teen and even called myself the Colorado Kid!

13. Although I call myself Paddled Husband I have a real fetish for the cane.  We have one that I enjoy Mistress beating me with.  I wish I could have experienced a caning at school.  But at that time I wouldn’t have enjoyed it because I wasn’t into spanking then.  Or at least I didn’t know I was…

14. Although I’m an exhibitionist, I’m actually quite shy with people I don’t know. If you met me I would probably be pretty quiet.  At first.

15. I like to write.  I’ve written a novel, that I’m in the middle of editing.  I also enjoy writing short stories, including spanking related stories.  I’ve posted a couple of those on my blog.  I also write a lot of mainstream stuff.

That was quite fun!  I hope you enjoyed reading. 🙂

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