Traditionally our anniversary, the day MT collared me and officially made me her property, is a painful day. Of course it is also a wonderful celebration of our relationship. There is the bit though where MT reminds me that I am ' Hers To Do With As She Will'.
As most of you are aware, MT is a bit of a sadist and our anniversary is often a time for MT to revel in her 'art'. After MT collared me I was chained to a round table and given the soundest of beatings. I was left in no uncertainty about my status and after the beating I was mercilessly shafted by her and cut. I remember it as if it were only yesterday, mostly as I was bruised for over a month. She took me out to BDSM club the next night and people foolishly thought you couldn't possibly beat anyone on top of such bruising and cuts. Yeah, right.
So, whilst I am happy it is our 5th anniversary on Thursday, I am also trying to mentally prepare myself for the anticipated 'celebrations'. MT has taunted me a little with what may lie ahead. Surprise, surprise there is likely to be long and hard beatings of my body with a range of implements being used. Then when I am red and very sore and probably sniffling, I will be re-introduced to my least favourite item, the big black strap on.
The big black strap on is one of the hardest thing I have to endure and always breaks me down. I dread it and hate it. There is nothing that breaks me like this does. It feels like I am being split into two, I always tear and the pain lasts sometimes for weeks. I am allowed the privilege of lube though, but there is not enough lube in the world to make it bearable. It is huge and very hard.
Usually, after the sound beating and the fucking I am left feeling totally exhausted and totally used.
This 'reminder' has become a tradition, it is also a celebration of our relationship. In the evening we will celebrate in a more gentle fashion and hopefully, when we go to bed I will not be used again.
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Tuesday, 13 December 2011
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Gagging for it
When telling you about the event at the weekend I forgot to mention one of my pet hates...the ball gag. When MT had me attached to the frame (by the chains I broke..Oooops) she fitted the ball gag on me. It is one of those plastic ones with the little holes in. I hate the bloody thing with a passion. It takes about 30 seconds before I start to salivate and then comes the dreaded drooling.
Sure enough, I salivated and drooled much to my discomfort, disgust and embarrassment. It was pouring from my mouth as she rained down blows om me with the sjambok and the tyburn. People could see my drooling and I felt disgusted for them as well as sorry for myself. I tried to 'catch/hide' the drool by cranking my mouth over towards my shoulder but only succeeded in soaking my shoulder and then having it run down towards my chest. YUK it is so fucking disgusting.
Of course, MT found this fucking hilarious and it seemed to spur on her blow rate. After what seemed like an eternity and lots of muffled pleading I was released from said gag, mainly because my jaw was in agony... see? She is caring.
It was such a relief to get the bloody thing out it made the beating seem almost secondary. It was a harsh beating, I usually get two or three a year and I have had two so far. I just mentioned this to MT and she said she does not count this weekends one as a 'harsh beating'. WTF? It seems the bar is being raised. Again.
Surely there must be an International Standard as to what constitutes a beating? You know, stating how many blows, the force of said blows, the speed of delivery , method of delivery, location of target area etc etc.
Also, perhaps this should incorporate the resultant marks from said beating eg size and hue of bruises, length and depth of cuts etc. There should be a 'sytstem ' with clearly defined standards, I must start a campaign.... but only if MT gives approval. Damn, I'm spotting a flaw.....
Sure enough, I salivated and drooled much to my discomfort, disgust and embarrassment. It was pouring from my mouth as she rained down blows om me with the sjambok and the tyburn. People could see my drooling and I felt disgusted for them as well as sorry for myself. I tried to 'catch/hide' the drool by cranking my mouth over towards my shoulder but only succeeded in soaking my shoulder and then having it run down towards my chest. YUK it is so fucking disgusting.
Of course, MT found this fucking hilarious and it seemed to spur on her blow rate. After what seemed like an eternity and lots of muffled pleading I was released from said gag, mainly because my jaw was in agony... see? She is caring.
It was such a relief to get the bloody thing out it made the beating seem almost secondary. It was a harsh beating, I usually get two or three a year and I have had two so far. I just mentioned this to MT and she said she does not count this weekends one as a 'harsh beating'. WTF? It seems the bar is being raised. Again.
Surely there must be an International Standard as to what constitutes a beating? You know, stating how many blows, the force of said blows, the speed of delivery , method of delivery, location of target area etc etc.
Also, perhaps this should incorporate the resultant marks from said beating eg size and hue of bruises, length and depth of cuts etc. There should be a 'sytstem ' with clearly defined standards, I must start a campaign.... but only if MT gives approval. Damn, I'm spotting a flaw.....
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